Page 47 of Fated By Fire

“Oh… God! Caleb!” I cry out, my nails digging into his back, and he moans low in his throat, his forehead resting against mine. He moves slowly at first, his eyes locked on mine, and I can see the raw emotion in them—hunger, desire, a pure need that matches my own. His hands are on my hips, holding me steady as he fucks me, and I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust.

He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, and I can feel the way his body trembles with the effort of holding back. I know he’s close, and I’m right there with him, teetering onthe edge of release. He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit, and I cry out as the pleasure crashes over me, my body convulsing around him. As sensation washes over me, everything else falls away, and all I can feel is him. His body, his heat, the way he fills me. I’ve never felt anything like this before—never felt this connected to someone, this lost in them.

He follows me over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spills inside me, his groan muffled against my neck. We collapse together, our bodies still joined, and I can feel the way his heart races against mine. He kisses me softly, his lips gentle now as we both get our breath back. For a moment, we just lie there, tangled together, our hearts racing in unison. But as the haze of pleasure fades, reality comes flooding back in.

“What the hell was that?” I whisper, my voice shaking.

Caleb looks down at me, his expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” he admits, his voice hoarse.

I push him off me, scrambling to sit up and pull my clothes back on. My mind is reeling, my emotions a jumbled mess, and I can’t believe what just happened.

“This was a mistake,” I say, my voice trembling.

Caleb sits up, running a hand over his face, and I can see the frustration in his eyes. “Elena—”

“Don’t,” I snap, cutting him off. “Just… don’t. You can’t come in here, accuse me of lying, and then—and then—”

“And then what?” he demands, his voice rising. “Make you feel something? Forgive me for not being able to resist you, Elena, but you’re not exactly an easy woman to ignore.”

His words sting and I feel my cheeks burn with anger and embarrassment. “Is that what this was? Some kind of distraction? Because if it was, it worked. Congratulations.”

Reaching for his pants, he tugs them on and then stands up, towering over me. I can see the anger in his eyes.

“You think that’s what this was? You think I just seduced you to shut you up?”

“I don’t know what to think, Caleb,” I shoot back, my voice breaking. “All I know is that you’re hiding something from me, and I can’t trust you.”

He stares at me for a long moment, his jaw tight, and then he turns away, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on.

“You’re right,” he grinds out, his voice cold. “You can’t trust me.”

The words hit me like a slap, and I feel tears burn my eyes. I don’t know why his admission hurts so much, but it does.

“Get out,” I say, my voice trembling. “Just… get out.”

He doesn’t argue. He grabs his shoes and walks to the door, pausing for a moment to look back at me. “Elena—”

“I said get out,” I repeat, my voice cracking.

He hesitates, then nods and walks out, closing the door behind him.

I sink back onto the couch, my body still trembling, and bury my face in my hands. Am I completely nuts? I can’t believe I let him get to me like that. I can’t believe I let him touch me, kiss me,fuckme.

And yet… it was the best sex I’ve ever had.

I groan, pressing my hands to my face. I’m so screwed. In more ways than one.

Chapter 18

Elena

The loft feels impossibly quiet after Caleb leaves. My skin still tingles where he touched me, and my lips feel swollen from his kisses.

Why the fuck did you do that?

I let him in—not just into my loft, but intome. I let him see me vulnerable, scared, and all I got in return was more confusion and pain. And yet… that kiss. His touch. That moment of connection. It felt like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It felt real.

But then he dropped the bombshell.