Page 346 of Scarlet Wars
“Tell me my home’s yours, Emma. Tell me you’re choosing this.Us.”
I moaned, and my hips arched, but right before I reached that pinnacle, he retreated and caught my gaze.
“Tell me.”
I swallowed hard, but I didn’t blink. “Youare my home…my love.”
Caden let out a low growl, then turned me around, my stomach flat on the bed, his palm landing with a hard smack on my ass.
“Up. Spread those cheeks for me,” he ordered low, and raw with desire. “I want to see every single inch of you.”
I did as he asked, without a second hesitation.
He positioned his cock right at my entrance, the thick head pressing in slowly, stretching me, filling me inch by inch. “Oh fuck. Emma, this is heaven.Youare my fucking heaven.”
Without warning, he pulled back enough before slamming forward with brutal force, filling me completely. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, every nerve alight with raw fire.
His hands gripped my hips like iron, holding me steady as he set a merciless rhythm, deep, and hard. Each thrust drove him further into me, pushing past pleasure and pain, blurring into a single, consuming need.
A strangled cry tore from my throat as the world narrowed to the wild pounding of our bodies, the slick heat of skin on skin, and the savage hunger that burned between us.
He whispered my name—rough, urgent—fueling the fire that consumed us both, driving me closer to the edge with every brutal movement.
My body trembled beneath him, muscles tightening as he drove me harder, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.
Right as the tension built to a breaking point, his hand slid lower, fingers tracing the delicate curve of my other entrance, his thumb beginning to circle with slow, tantalizing precision, teasing, testing, promising new depths of fire.
“Has anyone ever been here?”
I gasped, breath hitching. “N-no.”
His voice was a low growl. “I will be.”
His cock pulsed inside me, my walls clenching involuntarily.
“Oh, shit,” he grunted. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
He pulled out just enough, sliding the slickness from his cock over my other entrance, spreading me wide. Then his cock slid back into my pussy, his thumb pressing insistently right above, breaching the tightness.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn tight.”
At that moment, I was nothing, only heat and need and raw sensation. His thrusts were relentless, and his hands roamed, exploring, claiming. He fucked me with his cock, and with his thumb now deep into my asshole. It was fucking glorious.
Right when I felt the release building, he pulled out, leaving me teetering on the edge.
“Caden!” I cried, frustration and longing mingling in my voice.
In a swift movement, he flipped me onto my back, his mouth crashing against mine, swallowing my pleas.
“We’re not done, baby. Not by a mile,” he murmured, thick with a mix of desire and frustration. “You gave me one fucked-up speech just now, making me believe I’d never feel the bliss of being buried inside of you again. You had me thinking I’d have to live the rest of my life knowing what it was like to be inside you and never feel that again.”
I closed my eyes, regret washing over me.
“So now,” he continued, a dark promise lacing his words, “be ready to suffer in return.”
And gods, did he make me suffer.
He took his time, relentless in his rhythm, fucking me, teasing me, tasting every inch, yet never letting me find release. My body and mind were caught in a torturous loop, my desperation building with each denied climax.
