Page 106 of Law Of Love

I’d been without this for months, and now that I was getting another taste, I couldn’t fathom how I had gone so long without him.

“You just tell me when to stop, baby,” Kaleb breathed onto my collarbone, and a small moan fell from my mouth.

My mind was numb but buzzing at the same time. I was feeling nothing and everything all at once, and before I knew it, Kaleb’s lips were on my own. I immediately responded, cupping his stubbly cheeks and grazing my hands upwards until they were tangled in his dark hair. They yanked on his strands, gaining me a pleasurable grunt from him.

I smiled into the kiss. But suddenly, the trajectory of my mind altered, and I found images of Kaleb clutching onto his gun and firing bullets into Will’s already blood-covered body flashing before my eyes.

Murderers—the both of you.

I pulled back, placing my hands on his chest and firmly pushing him away. My heart vibrated inside me, and I took a few deep breaths.

Fuck this.

I refused to allow Kaleb to be a trigger for me, and I attempted to pull him back down, but he tilted his head at me, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip.

“There’s no rush, baby. Don’t push yourself past what feels right. You know I’ll wait.”

“You won’t wait forever,” I muttered. If I couldn’t get my shit together, Kaleb was going to pack up and leave. He wasn’t going to admit it to himself, but unless I could move past what had happened, he wouldn’t have any other option. I wouldn’t allow him to derail alongside me.

He ran his tongue along the front of his teeth. Oops. “That’s where you’re fucking wrong, Freya. I will wait forever, and when forever ends, I’ll wait after that. If you aren’t ready in eighty years and we’re nothing but bones in the soil under people’s feet, it doesn’t matter because I’ll be patient well into the afterlife. One day, you’ll fully accept me again, whether in this lifetime or the next, and as long as I get to call you mine, it’ll be worth it.”

Forty-nine: Freya

Alaugh bubbled up my throat as I almost kicked Kaleb in the face, his fingers still skating against my heels. I dragged myself off the couch, my throat burning from my squealing. “Don’t tickle my feet, you psycho.”

He grinned at me, his shirtless form splayed out on the couch, looking god-like as always. I’d been staying at his apartment the past couple of days, and we both had today off. I’d made us breakfast while he worked out, and he’d showered and thrown on some grey sweatpants—a hell of a contender for my favourite outfit of his.

“Okay, no more tickling.” Kaleb held his hands up defensively. “Get the lotion from my room, and I promise I’ll actually rub them this time.”

I narrowed my eyes into slits and stalked into his bedroom, grabbing my bottle of strawberry-scented body lotion that sat on top of his chest, but before I could turn to exit, a glint of metal in the corner of the room caught my attention.

Handcuffs hung limply over the back of his desk chair.

Kaleb was a cop, so it made sense that he had them, but I’d never seen a pair in person before. I jostled them in my hands, and a mischievous thought popped into my head, causing me to grin. Stuffing them into my back pocket, I waltzed into the living room and stopped in front of Kaleb.

“Why are you smiling like that?” he questioned cautiously, and I shrugged, moving to stand in between his legs. I placed my palms on his shoulders, rubbing softly.

“I want to give you a massage,” I lied, trying to hold back my smile when Kaleb groaned in bliss as my hands kneaded his muscles. Once I noticed he’d closed his eyes in contentment, I took the handcuffs from my pocket and slapped one around his wrist.

“What are you—“ He watched me with furrowed brows as I encased his other wrist in the metal, stepping back and laughing.

“That’s for tickling my feet,” I said as Kaleb stood, and he huffed at me, wiggling his hands in frustration. “Maybe I’ll just go and take a nice warm bath and leave you like this.”

My teasing wasn’t appreciated, and he pursed his lips, his eyes dangerous. However, I couldn’t help but notice the obvious bulge in his sweatpants, and my heart fluttered, my arousal blossoming.

At one point in time, it had been almost impossible for him and me to keep our hands off one another, and I missed that greed we possessed. It was still there but rooted deep within my body, struggling to force its way through the anguish and worry filling my muscles and cartilage.

“I won’t be very happy to be left like this, sweetheart,” Kaleb warned, his form towering over me, causing me to gulp. My eyes lowered to his hard cock again, and before I knew what I was doing, I dropped down to my knees in front of him. My hands found their way to the waistband of his sweatpants, and I dipped my fingers in, studying Kaleb’s facial expression.

He looked uncertain and tilted his head at me, silently asking if this was what I wanted. I didn’t even need to answer him, though. My blushed face and hazy eyes were enough to give me away. That, and the fact that I was tightly squeezing my legs together in an attempt to stop the throbbing of my pussy from flourishing. I hadn’t been this turned on in a very long time.

Releasing a pent-up breath, Kaleb craned his neck back and cursed under his breath; his hands balled into fists.

I pulled his dick free and shuffled his sweatpants down his legs, leaning forward to stroke the tip of his cock a few times with my tongue. Months of built-up frustration was scratching at me from the inside, desperate to escape, and although my inner demons were lingering at the back of my head, eager to take control, I shooed them away.

They would not ruin this for me. This was my life. My body. My mind. They couldn’t control me.

“Freya,” Kaleb groaned as I took most of him in my mouth. “Holy fuck, baby.” He began to move his hips slowly, gently thrusting into my mouth, his dick hitting the back of my throat.

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