Page 29 of Tempting My Nemesis

She reaches up, her fingers tangling in my hair, drawing me down for a lingering kiss. "I need more," she whispers against my lips, her breath warm on my skin. "I need you."

Her words are a spark to the kindling of my desire, and I feel myself harden anew. I prop myself up on an elbow, looking down at her with a mix of hunger and tenderness.

"Do you, now?" I ask, a hint of amusement breaking through the lust in my voice.

She nods, her cheeks flushed, eyes shining with desire.

"Please, Caleb. I want to feel all of you." She bites her lip, a mix of desire and vulnerability in her gaze. "No protection. I'm clean and on the pill. I trust you."

I search her eyes, needing to be sure. Her words stir something fierce and protective within me.

"Are you certain?" I ask, my tone serious despite the desire coursing through me.

"I am," she confirms, her voice steady. "I want this. I want you."

Hearing her consent, I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep, devouring kiss.

"I'm clean too, Zoe," I murmur against her lips. "And you know I want you more every day."

My hands roam her body, mapping every curve as if for the first time, staking my claim once more. The trust she's placing in me, the intimacy she's offering, it's almost overwhelming. But I've never been more certain of anything in my life.

I position myself at her entrance, feeling her heat surround me. "God, you’re perfect," I grit out, my voice strained as I sink into her. The sensation of her silky heat clasping around me is almost too much, and I have to close my eyes, fighting for control.

My body bows slightly as I struggle to hold back. I want to take my time, to savor this, but the pleasure is overwhelming.

She moans, her nails digging into my shoulders, and it sends a thrill through me. "You feel so good," she pants, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrenders to the sensation. "Don't hold back."

Her words spark a fiery need within me, and with a primal growl, I surrender to the urgency. My body moves with a rhythm of its own, thrusting into her, deep and relentless. Her head falls back, her breath coming in sharp gasps, a mix of pleasure and abandon etched on her face.

"Yes," she breathes, her legs wrapping around my waist, urging me on. “Please, Caleb. I need more.”

I feel the coil within me tighten further, a delicious pressure building with each thrust. Her walls clutch at me, milking my cock, and I have to clench my jaw to maintain control. It's a struggle, a delicious torment, as every fiber of my being urges me to surrender to the pleasure.

"Fuck," I curse, my voice hoarse. "You feel so fucking good."

I try to control my pace, her words driving within me the overwhelming desire to merge our pleasure, to take her over the edge with me. Her nails dig deeper, leaving their mark on my skin, and I know she can feel the pressure building within me.

With each thrust, I go deeper, seeking the very heart of her. I can feel her body tightening around me, drawing me inexorably towards the edge. Our breathings comes in sharp, ragged gasps, the only sound in the room aside from the slick, intimate rhythm of our bodies.

My rhythm starts to stutter as I hover on the precipice . "I'm close," I grit out, my body straining, every muscle taut with the need to find release.

Her hands grip my ass, pulling me deeper, encouraging me to surrender to the momentum. "Come for me, Caleb," she urges, her voice thick with arousal. "I want to feel you let go."

Her words are my undoing. With a raw, animalistic sound, I succumb to the pleasure, my body pulsing as I spill myself into her, a rush of heat and satisfaction unlike any other. I bury my face in her neck, fighting for breath as my body shudders with the force of my release.

Gradually, the world comes back into focus. I raise my head, looking into her eyes, searching for any sign of regret or uncertainty. Instead, I see fulfillment and a mirror of the intense connection I feel. I brush a lock of hair from her face, my thumb gently caressing her cheek.

"I'm not letting you go," I vow, my voice raw with conviction. "You're mine."

A brilliant smile breaks across her face, a mix of joy and surrender. "Yours," she agrees, her hands reaching up to pull me down for another kiss. A kiss that seals our bond—one that has been forged in pleasure, trust, and an undeniable, consuming love.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ZOE

The knife in my hand moves rhythmically, slicing through vegetables with a precision that belies the agitation brewing in my mind. Caleb's penthouse is the same immaculate space, every surface gleaming, every item in its place. But it feels cold tonight, like a museum display rather than a home. I can’t shake the feeling that something is off. The beach house was different—intimate, warm, real. Now, there’s this wall between us, and I can’t figure out why.

Caleb enters the kitchen, his movements smooth and deliberate. He doesn’t look at me, but I can feel his presence like a physical weight. I try to gauge his mood, but his expression is unreadable.

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