Page 116 of Scarlet Wars
“Say it,” he whispered against my skin. “Say it, or I’ll keep you right here—desperate and dripping for me, with nothing to show for it.”
His breath was ragged as his tongue dragged down my throat. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you really need.”
“No,” I whispered, even as my body arched toward him, chasing the claim of his hand and the brutal thrusts of his pelvis.
His dark laugh vibrated against my skin. “Defiant to the end.”
His thumb brushed over my clit again, and I moaned into his touch.
My breath caught. “I don’t...”
“Then tell me to stop.” His teeth scraped over my jaw, hard enough to sting.
But I didn’t. Because every time his hand moved, every flick of his thumb over my clit, every grind of his hard cock against me, it shattered my ability to lie.
Instead of words, another broken moan tore from my throat. My hips jerked, seeking more, needing it like oxygen, like survival.
He growled, again, and I felt it all the way down my spine. “That’s what I thought.”
My nails dug into his shoulders, my body straining against his with mindless, hungry abandon.
“You don’t want this?” he asked mockingly, “Then why are you soaking my fingers, Nightcrawler?”
My body jolted, thighs clenching around him.
“Caden—”
“Tell me to stop, Emma,” he ordered, his command rough against my ear. His hips rolled into mine again,hard.
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. His hand flexed, pressing even harder between my legs, enough to make me whimper again.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his words hot against my neck, “you don’t need this.”
His teeth grazed my collarbone, and a gravelly sound escaped me when he bit down hard, marking me again.
“Tell me,” he hissed, “you don’t fuckingcravethis.”
I bucked toward his hand, and his lips curled into a dangerous smile.
“I can feel you,” he whispered like smoke and steel, his fingers now pressing hard and sure over my center, still not sliding in. “So ready for me.”
I gasped as his digits teased me, ruthless and precise. My head fell back, exposing my throat, as he sucked the sensitive skin beneath my jaw.
“Caden…” I didn’t even recognize my own voice. I was close. So close. If only he would thrust into me…
“Tell me you don’t craveme,” he demanded, his voice steady against my ear. My legs shook around him. I couldn’t think. I was throbbing beneath his hands, heat spiraling so low and sharp it made my vision blur.
I did. Gods, how I did. My body screamed for him. Tight, aching, undone by every calculated stroke of his fingers.
“Caden!” I whimpered, the word torn from somewhere deep, and primal.
His teeth grazed my ear as he growled, “Beg for me, Emma. Beg for my fingers to sink into that wet, desperate cunt. Beg for me, like I’ve been begging you with every fucking look for months.”
My hips jerked, my head snapping back with a half-sob, half-moan that barely sounded human. Every nerve was fire, every breath a plea.
“Please, Caden.”
He stilled.
