Page 225 of Scarlet Wars
Next she reached behind her, grabbed the back of my neck, and dragged my mouth to hers, twisting just enough for our lips to crash together. Fierce. Hungry. Like fire meeting gasoline.
Perfect.
Tasting her first thing in the morning… There was nothing like it.
Her back was still to me, and I didn’t give her a chance to turn around. I gripped her hips, walked her to the desk, and bent her forward in one rough motion, the shirt rucking up over her ass.
I leaned in, mouth at her ear. “Remember, you asked for it,” I growled, already lost to her. “Keep your hands right there, and don’t move until I tell you.”
My hand came down hard on the curve of her ass, the sharp slap echoing through the room.
She let out a ragged, breathless sound—half defiance, half submission—as I aligned my hard cock with her entrance. Then, with one powerful thrust, I drove deep inside her, every inch swallowed by her wet heat.
She gasped—loud—as I smirked, then tightened my grip on her hips, knuckles whitening as I pulled her flush against me. With each hard, unyielding thrust, my hand kept the rhythm, landing with firm, deliberate smacks on her ass that blended pain and pleasure perfectly. Her muscles clenched around me, slick warmth coating every inch of skin where we met.
“Caden…” she moaned, trembling with strain. “Harder.”
Jesus fuck. This woman begging for me made me downright feral.
“You will be the death of me,” I muttered, rough and low.
Her body trembled under my hands, back arching, spine curving as I drove deeper, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. The heat radiating from her skin was intoxicating,mixing with the sweet tang of sweat and the electric pulse of desire.
I bent my head, teeth grazing her neck, biting lightly before trailing a line of fire down to her shoulder. Her gasps hit my ear like thunder.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered, breath catching, shaking with need.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I growled back.
Every movement was brutal and precise, consuming us both. I could feel the tight squeeze of her walls as I pushed her closer to the edge, each thrust harder and faster than the last.
Her fingers clawed at the edge of the desk, nails digging into the wood as she surrendered to the relentless drive between us, every moan and shiver answering the savage cadence I commanded.
She was so fucking close.
I leaned forward, and bit down hard in her shoulder as I slid a thumb down to her swelling clit, pinching and circling with deliberate intensity.
Her body jolted violently, trembling as she tipped over the edge into her release, a desperate cry ripping from her lips. “Caden!”
Her screaming my name sent a shock straight through me, breaking down every last restraint. With a growl, I lost myself, driving harder and faster until I tumbled over the edge alongside her, painting her insides with my cum.
We stayed like that for a moment, breathless, tangled, the room humming with aftershock. My forehead dropped to her shoulder, sweat cooling on our skin, her heartbeat pounding in time with mine like some unspoken truth we hadn’t yet dared to say.
I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break the moment.
She turned in my arms, her mouth tugging into the kind of smile she only gave to me. The kind that broke me wide open. “That escalated quickly.”
“No,” I said, barely more than a whisper, brushing my nose against hers. “It escalated the moment you walked into my life.”
She leaned into me, forehead to forehead, breath to breath. And when her lips met mine again, it wasn’t frantic or hungry.
It was home.
EMMA
Caden was the worst distraction ever.
Thank the gods I hadn’t met him during law school, or I never would’ve finished.
