Page 347 of Scarlet Wars
He came more than once, filling my mouth, my pussy, even marking me with a primal roar as he spilled across mybreasts. But each time I came close, he pulled away, leaving me trembling and pleading, the bastard savoring every bit of my frustration.
My body was a ragged mess of need, limbs quivering and mind barely clinging to reason as he continued edging me, his gaze locked on mine, piercing, unrelenting.
I had no idea how long we’d been going at it, but my sanity had left the room. Hell, it had left the fucking world.
He was balls deep inside of me, going a torturous slow pace when a deep, raw ache for him surged inside me, the kind I’d never felt before, when almost without thinking, my hand found his thigh.
Tap. Tap.
Caden froze instantly, every muscle going still. His gaze softened, surprise mixing with tenderness. “You’re tapping out?” His tone, so gentle now, stood in stark contrast to the fierce intensity of his touch.
I nodded, my eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Please, Caden,” I whispered, as I was shaking, “I can’t take it anymore. I swear, I won’t ever run from you again. Please, please, please let me come.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening. “Eyes on me the whole time.”
I nodded eagerly, my body taut with anticipation.
His hand slid to my swollen, sensitive nub, his thumb stroking slow circles just above where we were still connected. He pulled out, then thrust into me again, each movement deeper, stronger, building to an unrestrained rhythm. “Come for me, my beautiful girl,” he growled.
My legs began to shake, a tremor that spread through me, until my arms and every inch of my body quivered in response. I shattered around him, wave after wave rolling over me, pulling me under with a pleasure so consuming it left me breathless.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, voice hoarse with satisfaction. “Milk my cock. Gods, Nightcrawler, you’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.”
And I kept breaking, lost in an endless high that stretched on and on, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt, every nerve alive, every sense heightened. Finally, the tension broke free, and his name tore from my lips in a scream, raw and unrestrained, echoing around us as I surrendered completely.
“Fuck,” he groaned, body tensing as he spilled inside me, his grip fierce as he held me close, letting the last shudders fade in unison.
SEVENTY-FOUR
CADEN
Emma’s head rested against my chest, tucked perfectly beneath my chin, her breath warm against my skin. My fingers moved absentmindedly through her hair, slow and lazy, like my hands didn’t know how to stop touching her now that they could.
“I can feel your heart racing,” she mumbled soft, and a little smug.
“Might be because someone just tried to kill me with their thighs.”
She laughed, then smacked my chest lightly.
I winced, chuckling as I tightened my arms around her. “That’s physical abuse.”
“Caden?” Her tone shifted, gentle, but cautious, like she was bracing for something heavier.
“Yes, Nightcrawler?”
“You are going to find me a new nickname,” she muttered under her breath.
A ‘request’ I happily ignored.
She grew quiet for a beat, fingers absently tracing shapes against my chest.
“When we’re at Crown, there’s something I need,” she said finally, hesitant. “And I know it’s selfish to even ask, especially with everything going on, but…”
I tilted her chin until her eyes met mine. “Listen to me very carefully, Thompson. Whatever you want—whatever you need—name it, and it’s yours.”
She smiled faintly, then leaned up and pressed her lips against mine with the kind of care that broke me wide open. I groaned at the contact, but kept my hands to myself, letting her set the pace.
When she pulled back, I met her gaze. “Tell me, Nightcrawler.”
