Page 23 of The Wickedness of Man

Memories. Dr. Lowe’s breasts pressing into mine, her tongue exploring my mouth. Need building inside of me. She’d told me something… something I thought was crazy… and now, here was a stranger that I was rubbing myself along like a cat in heat, and he’d said the exact same thing.

I stopped moving, stared at him querulously. “Succubus?”

“Yes,” Caleb answered. “You met her, remember? I wanted to make sure you were all right after your… encounter. That’s why I’m here now.”

“Succubus,” I repeated.

I recalled, eagerly now, her touch, her mouth. The way she’d asked to kiss me; warmth spread between my thighs, heat building. I gasped, shimmying my hips once more along Caleb’s abdomen as need spiked and sent me spiraling all over again.

“Yes,” Caleb said, slowly this time. “Do you want me to call someone to come and get you?”

“No!” I shouted, clinging harder to him, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Don’t send me back there.”

Caleb’s gaze softened. “Magda, I wasn’t trying to send you away, I?—”

I leaned into his grip and placed a hand over the red mark on his face. The haze around his head dissipated, but a purple light suddenly reflected in his eyes like glowing amethyst.

“I don’t understand why I feel this way,” I whispered, leaning my head against his chest. “But I need… I need…”

Release.

He can give you what you need.

I looked back up at him. “Caleb.” My voice was deeper, more sensual than I’d ever recalled it being before. “Walk over to the bed.”

Silently, Caleb strode over and stood next to the mattress, then looked down at me.

“Sit down,” I told him. “Don’t let go of me.”

This cannot be me. I’ve never ordered anyone around like this before. Who the hell is this person using my body, my voice…?

Caleb sat, positioning himself with both feet resting on the floor, and rested me on his lap. My left hip brushed against his erection, and I maneuvered in his hold until I was straddlinghim with one leg on either side of his thick thighs. The thrumming energy of his cock against my pussy was obscenely delightful. I wrapped my hands behind his head, moving my hips in rhythmical patterns against the bulge in his pants. He leaned his head back as I rolled and swayed; no sounds came out, but he mouthed one word:Fuck, fuck… fuck.Both of his hands held my waist tight as he moved his hips to match my pace. My body soared at his response.

Wasthis feelingthat I’d been missing my entire life?Thishad made me anxious enough to have a panic attack any time a man had tried? It couldn’t… It wasn’t possible it was this easy, this comfortable, and I’d just never been able to get past it before… could it?

“Say my name,” I purred, pressing my lips to the bare skin of his chest. “Please say it again.”

“Magda,” he breathed, pulse catching, the Adam’s apple at his throat leaping. “Magda…”

I leaned back in his lap as if I was going to get up and Caleb’s hold on my waist turned into a viselike grip. He pulled me back into position against his cock with an animalistic growl that sent a wicked jolt straight through my core and left me shivering with delight. He moved his hands to my ass and held me there as he bucked against me, almost as though the motion was involuntary. He stared at me hungrily; it appeared to be taking every bit of control he had not to rip my clothes off with his teeth.

I leaned forward until my mouth was against his ear. “Do you want to fuck me, Caleb?”

He pulled his head back to meet my gaze, but he didn’t answer, even as the scent of his desire plumed into the air like a misty cloud stretching across the bed and enveloping us both.

Beneath me, the already stretched fabric of his pants tightened.

“Do you want to fuck me, Caleb?” I asked again, whispering at his ear.

“…Yes,” he said, hesitating a moment longer. “God help me, but I think if I can’t have you right this instant, I might actually lose my mind.”

I smiled at him and leaned back. “Me too.”

I shoved Caleb back onto the bed and straddled him properly, stimulating myself against his hips as I ripped the buttons from his shirt and peppered his chest with hot, wet kisses. Inside, a small sense of myself—somewhere too far away to care—was staring at the unfolding scene with both horror and amazement, but I couldn’t stop. No part of me wanted to, either.

I need him. I need him inside of me. I need him. I need him. I need?—

The urge to be one with him began to overwhelm all other senses; all other thought. I sat up, unbuckled his belt; unzipped his pants. He eagerly helped me shimmy them down his thighs and then removed his holster and shirt until he was in nothing but boxer briefs, which were straining with the effort to corral his length. I scooted back down and finally got to run a hand over his well-muscled stomach, drawing my fingers over his hip bones, and then rubbed my hand gently over the girth beneath his underwear. Caleb’s head lolled back against the mattress and he moaned as I explored.

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