Page 53 of Wicked Truths
I trail kisses down her neck, breathing in her scent as my hands slide down her sides, memorizing every curve as if committing her to memory. Each touch makes her tremble beneath me. And a small gasp slips from her lips when I kiss a sensitive spot behind her ear.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if afraid I might disappear. I kiss her lips once more before trailing my mouth down her body.
At this moment, nothing exists beyond the two of us. Not Dom’s threats, and not the dangerous world waiting outside these walls.
“Hopefully, I can live up to being your prince,” I say, shifting my focus back to her as I drag down her panties, savoring every moment as they glide over her soft skin.
When the fabric slips off her legs, I tuck them into my pocket. “These are mine. I need them,” I murmur because it’s true—I want to keep something of hers with me.
Her smile is radiant yet uncertain as I widen her legs gently until I’m staring at what I crave most. The sight sends heat coursing through my veins.
I lean in closer, inhaling her sweet scent—like sun-warmed vanilla and something uniquely hers.
“Amara…” My voice drops low.
Her body, so close to mine, ignites a fire deep in my core. I lean closer. She’s drawing me in, wrapping around me like a blanket.
My fingers trace along her smooth legs, exploring every inch of her softness. She watches me, eyes wide and sparkling with anticipation.
“You’re beautiful, Amara.” I press a kiss on her lips and shuffle off the bed.
I shuck off my clothes, each piece falling away until I stand before her, bare and exposed. Her gaze locks onto my cock as it springs free.
She licks her lips and a jolt of heat courses through my veins at the sight of how much she wants me.
Kneeling on the bed, I crawl toward her slowly, deliberately. I want to savor this moment.
As I lower myself between her thighs, I feel a primal hunger well up inside me—a desperate need to taste what’s mine.
I press my mouth against her clit, sucking gently at first. Her body jolts beneath me, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips.
“Relax,” I murmur against her skin. “Enjoy it.”
Her breath hitches as she bites down on her lip. “I’m not on the pill.”
“Good,” I reply, heat pooling in my gut as the thought ignites something wild inside me. “I’m going to fuck my babies into you.”
My tongue swirls inside her, tasting the sweetness of her.
Her hips buck involuntarily, pressing closer to me.
“Caleb…” Her voice is a breathy whisper, laced with desire.
Her legs tremble, her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her scent and taste fill my senses.
As I lick her, I watch her, mesmerized. Her eyes, wide and luminous, reflect the flickering lamplight.
“Fuck Amara…” I groan, pressing a finger inside her, feeling how tight she is.
Her moan echoes through the room, raw and urgent.
“I love the taste of you,” I murmur, sliding my tongue along her center.
Her hands fist in my hair, pulling me closer. Her breaths come fast, ragged gasps. She’s on the verge. I can feel it.
She’s so beautiful, so passionate, and I’m falling for her, falling hard.
Her hips thrust up, meeting my rhythm.
