Page 345 of Scarlet Wars
Of course I did.
I moaned into his mouth—a raw, breathless, aching—and Cadensnapped.
The sound tearing from his chest was feral, guttural, like an animal unleashed.
His hands moved lower, gripping my thighs, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him; my back still pressed against the wall, his body firm and unyielding.
He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath ragged as he whispered, “You’re mine, Emma. All mine.”
His words made me dizzy with need, and I nodded, unable to speak, completely undone by him. And I realized, there wasn’t anything in the world I wouldn’t do for him.
He crossed the room, tossed me onto the bed with a quick, fluid motion, his gaze fixed on me, raw and unrelenting.
“You want this?” he asked, as his breath came in harsh, labored pants. His expression was fierce, almost angry, but I knew that was just the passion that boiled beneath the surface.
I held his stare, feeling my heartbeat pounding in every inch of my body. Slowly, I tugged my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra. Then I reached behind to unclasp the cutch, letting it fall away. His gaze darkened further, devouring every inch of skin I revealed.
I shimmied out of the bottoms, meeting his eyes with a challenging look.
“Caden. I want you to make me scream so loud, even the walls remember your name,” I said, the words a rough, throaty plead.
His fists clenched at his sides, his entire body taut with desire. His eyes, now nearly black with need, roamed over me, hungry and possessive.
“I’m gonna make you come on my tongue. Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me all week. If it gets to be too much, you tap out.”
I swallowed, nerves and excitement blending into something electric.
With a deep, hungry growl, he spread my legs, and I could do nothing but watch as his mouth seared heat against my skin. His tongue dragged around my clit, then flicked it, again and again, each brush sending sparks through me.
I couldn’tbreathe, not with his mouth on me, not with the heat building so fast it was already threatening to break.
He groaned against me, the sound vibrating right through my core, and I gasped as his tongue dipped lower, circling, stroking,devouring.
“Fuck, baby…” he murmured, lips brushing right where I needed him most. “You’re soaked for me.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh—once, twice—then shifted, and I felt the blunt press of his fingers at my entrance.
“In?” he asked, leaving no room to misunderstand.
I could barely speak. “Yes. Please. I need?—”
That was all he needed.
He thrusted two fingers deep inside me, slow but firm, and I cried out, hips rocking against his hand as he curled them just right.
The stretch had me moaning, breath hitching, back arching as he began to move, deep, steady pumps that had me unraveling fast, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision.
“Fuck—Caden—” I gasped, clawing at the cushion beneath me. “I’m?—”
“I know, baby,” he whispered, his voice wrecked with want. “You’re doing so fucking good for me.”
And then he added athirdfinger.
My whole body tightened around him, pleasure slicing through me like lightning. The stretch was intense, sweet, filthy, perfect.
His breath was hot against my wetness before he pressed his tongue flat, claiming every inch, and sliding his fingers deep inside me.
The pressure and rhythm were delicious, perfect, and I felt myself unravel.
