Page 118 of Scarlet Wars
“Gods…” I breathed.
“You have no idea what you just did.” His voice was wrecked, his body tense, his cock pressing painfully hard against his jeans, but he didn’t move to relieve himself.
My stomach tightened. “Caden?—”
“Don’t.”
His fingers traced my jaw, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to see him. To feel the tension still radiating between us. His eyes were wild, starving, and so dark it almost scared me.
I swallowed hard, still breathless, still pressed against the solid warmth of his body and the wreckage we’d just made of each other.
Caden’s grip was still firm, still possessive, still holding me like I belonged there. Like I belonged tohim.
And fuck, how I wished I did.
Because if this was wrong, then why did it feel like the only real thing I had left?
A muscle in Caden’s jaw ticked, his restraint visible in the tension winding through his body, in the way he hadn’t moved away, hadn’t let me go.
Like he was waiting.
His thumb brushed my cheek, soft, careful, dangerous.
And then, a threat edged with something unreadable, “Don’t fucking do it.”
I blinked up at him, pulse still erratic. “Do what?”
His gaze darkened, fingers tightening for the briefest second before he let me go.
Stepping back.
Leaving me cold.
Leaving me ruined.
I parted my lips to say something—anything—but I didn’t even know where to start.
And then it hit me.
What we’d just done.
My breath caught, my body locking up as the reality slammed into me like a punch to the chest. Fire drained into ice, panic flooding the cracks left in its place.
I tore myself away, heart hammering so hard it hurt. His hand twitched upward, half-reaching for me, but he didn’t close the distance. He only stood there, chest rising fast, eyes locked on mine.
A silent warning.
Don’t you dare run.
But how could I not?
TWENTY-EIGHT
EMMA
“Where’s Caden?”
I had no right to ask.
