words. I felt like he was putting a spell on me and I was powerless to resist. When Caleb Harder wanted me, he would take me and I would be his. That’s just the way the world worked now.
I was a marked woman, and truth be told, I was already his; we just didn’t fully know it yet.
“Let’s get to bed,” I said and pulled him behind me as we walked down the hall to my room. The air practically crackled with that crazy electric intensity between us, but we got into my little bed fully clothed and I felt his breath on the back of my neck until I closed my eyes and slipped into sleep with Caleb’s body keeping me warm and safe.
Chapter 18
O f course throwing us into a bed with that kind of animal attraction, Caleb’s drinking and both of us feeling raw and vulnerable was not exactly a good idea.
Of course we had good intentions, but of course our body heat multiplied until I awoke some time in the pre dawn with the light just starting to lighten the horizon with Caleb’s hands all over me.
“I don’t think–“
“Shhhhhh,” he said in my ear, his voice thick and hot with desire. I melted before a second protest reached my lips and I let him touch me.
“You are so beautiful, Brooke,” he whispered in a harsh tone from behind me. He slid his hands up under the front of my shirt and I nearly jumped out of my skin at his touch. He was so sensual the way he moved them over my body I felt like I was drowning in everything Caleb Harder.
“We shouldn’t do this…” I sighed and closed my eyes. I turned my head towards him and felt him rise up over me, his mouth seeking mine.
He found it and kissed me, his tongue slipping between my lips and tackling my own, swirling and sliding against me endlessly.
I tried to turn fully and embrace him but he stopped me dead with a single slip of his hand down the front of my pants.
I gasped and my eyelids snapped open. I saw his eyes blazing with need and I felt it rise up inside of me like a thirst that could only be quenched by his touch.
“I don’t know…” I exhaled against his mouth as his fingers sought my secret flesh. He prodded against me and slipped between my folds into my wetness, my soaked heat. I didn’t have time to tell him how frightened he made me feel just then, not from any threat of physical violence but simply the threat of being exposed to him. I felt raw and wounded as he stroked me, I felt nakedly vulnerable and almost on the verge of tears as he touched me.
I wanted him to touch me, god I wanted all of him, but I was so damned scared.
“Brooke,” he growled against my mouth. “Beautiful Brooke…”
His thumb slipped against my quivering cleft and found my clit, my center of desire and need and want and he touched it gently at first but sped up as I began to pant and moan.
He pulled back, lifted his other hand to cup my face and stared into my eyes. His thumb skated across my swollen lips and he slid it inside my mouth as his other one slipped across my sensitive nerves.
I instinctively sucked his thumb and groaned as his ministrations brought me higher and higher to the point of nearly bursting.
“I want you to come for me, Brooke…my beauty. I want to feel you come and see your beautiful face as you break loose and explode on me.”
I was wordless as I obeyed his order and let myself go, loosened my limbs and felt liquid and fiery as I blazed through my body to the center of my existence just then…Caleb’s eyes.
“Look at me when you come, beautiful Brooke,” he demanded and I obeyed again wordlessly. I watched his face as he mastered my body with a few simple motions of his hand and fingers. “Come for me.”
I groaned and writhed against him, arched my back and felt it all stream through my body and leave me as I exhaled one long moaning cry.
“Caleb,” I panted and was almost surprised at the pleasure making my voice so lusty and low.
“Yes, Brooke?” he asked and I twisted, trying to see him better, to slide
I was a marked woman, and truth be told, I was already his; we just didn’t fully know it yet.
“Let’s get to bed,” I said and pulled him behind me as we walked down the hall to my room. The air practically crackled with that crazy electric intensity between us, but we got into my little bed fully clothed and I felt his breath on the back of my neck until I closed my eyes and slipped into sleep with Caleb’s body keeping me warm and safe.
Chapter 18
O f course throwing us into a bed with that kind of animal attraction, Caleb’s drinking and both of us feeling raw and vulnerable was not exactly a good idea.
Of course we had good intentions, but of course our body heat multiplied until I awoke some time in the pre dawn with the light just starting to lighten the horizon with Caleb’s hands all over me.
“I don’t think–“
“Shhhhhh,” he said in my ear, his voice thick and hot with desire. I melted before a second protest reached my lips and I let him touch me.
“You are so beautiful, Brooke,” he whispered in a harsh tone from behind me. He slid his hands up under the front of my shirt and I nearly jumped out of my skin at his touch. He was so sensual the way he moved them over my body I felt like I was drowning in everything Caleb Harder.
“We shouldn’t do this…” I sighed and closed my eyes. I turned my head towards him and felt him rise up over me, his mouth seeking mine.
He found it and kissed me, his tongue slipping between my lips and tackling my own, swirling and sliding against me endlessly.
I tried to turn fully and embrace him but he stopped me dead with a single slip of his hand down the front of my pants.
I gasped and my eyelids snapped open. I saw his eyes blazing with need and I felt it rise up inside of me like a thirst that could only be quenched by his touch.
“I don’t know…” I exhaled against his mouth as his fingers sought my secret flesh. He prodded against me and slipped between my folds into my wetness, my soaked heat. I didn’t have time to tell him how frightened he made me feel just then, not from any threat of physical violence but simply the threat of being exposed to him. I felt raw and wounded as he stroked me, I felt nakedly vulnerable and almost on the verge of tears as he touched me.
I wanted him to touch me, god I wanted all of him, but I was so damned scared.
“Brooke,” he growled against my mouth. “Beautiful Brooke…”
His thumb slipped against my quivering cleft and found my clit, my center of desire and need and want and he touched it gently at first but sped up as I began to pant and moan.
He pulled back, lifted his other hand to cup my face and stared into my eyes. His thumb skated across my swollen lips and he slid it inside my mouth as his other one slipped across my sensitive nerves.
I instinctively sucked his thumb and groaned as his ministrations brought me higher and higher to the point of nearly bursting.
“I want you to come for me, Brooke…my beauty. I want to feel you come and see your beautiful face as you break loose and explode on me.”
I was wordless as I obeyed his order and let myself go, loosened my limbs and felt liquid and fiery as I blazed through my body to the center of my existence just then…Caleb’s eyes.
“Look at me when you come, beautiful Brooke,” he demanded and I obeyed again wordlessly. I watched his face as he mastered my body with a few simple motions of his hand and fingers. “Come for me.”
I groaned and writhed against him, arched my back and felt it all stream through my body and leave me as I exhaled one long moaning cry.
“Caleb,” I panted and was almost surprised at the pleasure making my voice so lusty and low.
“Yes, Brooke?” he asked and I twisted, trying to see him better, to slide
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