Page 190 of Scarlet Wars
“I’m so close,” I whimpered, barely more than a broken breath, soaked in desperation.
“I know, love,” he murmured, his tone coaxing, almost gentle but laced with a cruel kind of patience. His fingers thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot, and then—just as quickly—pulled back out.
Again.
I nearly sobbed.
But before I could protest—before I could even form the words—he shifted down the bed.
He parted my thighs with a reverence that made me feel worshipped, then closed his lips around my clit, and I gasped—a strangled sound—as my back arched clean off the bed, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
“Caden, fuck!” I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure.
He growled against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. “Let me hear you, Emma. If you go silent, I’ll stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gasped, barely able to speak.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, Caden, yes!” I cried out, desperate for him to keep going.
His tongue flicked over my clit, and I bucked against his mouth, the sensation overwhelming.
He scissored his fingers inside me while his tongue worked magic on my sensitive flesh.
He tugged, licked, and fingered me like his life depended on it, and I could feel my arousal flowing everywhere.
I could feel the fire building in my lower belly, that familiar coil tightening more and more.
“Caden, I’m gonna…” I panted breathlessly, and he grunted in response.
“Scream my name while you do.”
I was panting, my entire body on edge. It was too much, too good, and I needed release.
“Caden…” I begged, not even sure what I was begging for.
“Come on my tongue, Thompson,” he commanded, softer now, deeper, almost coaxing.
He curled his fingers inside me, hitting the right spot, and then…Ishattered.
I screamed, my body writhing uncontrollably as my orgasm hit me like a wave. He lapped up every single drop, his tongue relentless, never leaving my clit as I screamed his name, over and over again, completely undone.
FORTY-THREE
CADEN
Mine.
Emma wasmine.
The way she moaned my name, the way her body trembled beneath me, I'd never felt anything like it. I'd made her come on my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough. I was nowhere near done with her.
She was sprawled out on the bed, hair wild and damp against flushed skin, her chest rising and falling like she’d just survived something.
Or maybe been destroyed by it.
And the pride surging in my chest from knowing I’d wrecked her like that, was almost unbearable.
