Page 22 of The Monster’s Weakness

“That’s what smells so good. I thought it was you.” He leaned in close, and his nose went to her neck. He groaned. “Nah, I was wrong, that good smell is you. It’s all you.”

She closed her eyes and felt her whole body come alive. She was weak. She already knew that, at least when it came to Caleb, she couldn’t seem to get her senses in check. He made her ache.

“Fuck me, Gemma, I’ve missed you.” The sponge he’d been holding suddenly fell from his grip, and then his hand slid down her back, going toward her ass. He gripped her flesh, and it didn’t hurt. It felt so good, and she didn’t want him to stop.

She opened her mouth about to ask him what was going on, but Caleb was already there, kissing her.

In the back of her mind, she thought about pushing him away, but the truth was, she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to push him away. Instead, she wanted to grip him, hold onto him, and never let go.

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Coming here, bruised, injured, and not getting his shit together was a massive risk. It was a mistake Caleb would have never taken, but he truly needed to get to Gemma.

There was no way he could wait another moment. Pulling her into his arms, he pressed his face against her neck, knowing there were going to be a lot of questions. He hated lying to her, and there was going to come a point when he’d need to tell her the truth. Caleb breathed her in.

Gripping her full ripe ass, he growled against her skin. She let out a whimper.

“Tell me to stop.”

“I don’t want to.”

This made him smile, and he stroked the hair out of her eyes and looked into hers, cupping her face.

Slowly, he stroked his hands down her body, having his fill. He’d missed her so much. Worried every second he was away. He pressed her up against the shower stall and took possession of her lips. Never in his life had he ever felt this way about a woman.

Women had always been available to him, and he’d never felt compelled to be with a person more than once. He certainly didn’t linger to see if they were okay, nor did he manipulate ways of keeping them employed.

When it came to Gemma, he wanted her to be happy. He wanted to take care of her, and he knew his life was fucked up, and he shouldn’t be creating this connection with her. He couldn’t seem to stop himself.

Breaking from the kiss, he trailed his lips down to her neck, biting down on her pulse and loving the sounds she made. She drove him crazy.

Down he went, taking one nipple into his mouth, then the other, hearing her sudden indrawn breath, he quickly moved to her second nipple. She cried out.

His cock hardened as he sank to his knees before her. Pressing his face against her stomach, he kissed down, then lifted her leg right over his shoulder.

He stared at her pretty pussy that had only known his cock. Caleb spread the lips of her sex open and took her clit into his mouth. He bit down, not too hard, just enough to cause the right amount of pain, but not enough to make it hurt. She arched against him, thrusting her pelvis against his mouth.

He slid two fingers inside her tight cunt, and he couldn’t wait to get his cock back inside her. Focusing on her sweet nub, he slid back and forth, building up that pleasure, taking her right to that peak, and he didn’t hold back.

He only had so much patience, and once she came, he didn’t even give her the chance to come down, as he was there, lifting her up. Using his own strength and the wall for leverage, he hoisted her up and eased his cock deep inside her cunt. She cried out, and he took his sweet time, tried to be patient. Her pussy was so fucking perfect.

Slowly, he pulled her onto his length, and he relished every inch as he sunk inside her. She cried out, and he gritted his teeth. Once he was seated at the hilt, he pushed her hair off her face and looked into her pretty eyes. She really had completely obliterated his world. He wondered, just for a second, if this was how Evander felt. He thought the other hit man was a fool for even thinking of falling for a woman, but he knew the way he felt about Gemma. There was no way he could walk away, nor did he want to.

“I’m sorry for not calling,” he said. “That was not my intention, and I won’t ever let that happen again. You’re not some booty call. You’re everything.”

He then started to pull out of her tight pussy, and he heard her sudden gasp as he thrust back inside.

Caleb gripped her ass and rocked inside her, loving every inch of her tight warmth as it surrounded him. He closed his eyes, pressed his head against her neck, and gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to just come inside her and act like some randy teenage boy, yet he was so close to coming apart. It had been too long.

Caleb decided to stop prolonging the inevitable and just let passion consume him. He didn’t hold back, and he fucked Gemma to show her exactly how he felt. He didn’t want to lose her. She drove him crazy, and it was his need to get back to her that drove him to get here as quickly as he could. There were factors he could not control that stopped him from being here when he wanted to be.

Thrusting hard and deep, he took possession of her lips, and he just basked in her. The water fell all around them, hitting their flesh, and it could have been ice-cold for all he cared, because he didn’t even feel it. All he felt was Gemma. Every inch of her.

This was not good, because keeping her in the dark to what he was posed the risk of getting her killed. He was going to have to find some way of keeping Gemma with him. He didn’t know how he was going to do it, but he would figure it out, because letting her go was not an option.

Caleb was a selfish bastard, he’d known that, and now he was going to be even more so.

Chapter Nine