Page 61 of Vow of Revenge
I gulped back the lump in my throat. He was being honest with me. “I want you, Kaleb. You drove all the way here to see me. There must be something for us to work with?”
The weight of his body on mine balanced out the loneliness I’d felt all evening. He wasn’t heartless, he was just scared to admit all the emotions that were forming faster than a brewing storm.
“You drive me fucking insane, Freya, and I don’t know why.”
In one movement my legs were splayed open. Looking down at me, inky dark hair kissed his brow and a pensive gaze made him look irresistible. With slow teasing movements, one finger slipped inside my heat, his wrist bending at a leisurely pace.
“I want to watch the air leave your lungs when you lose control because of me.” His mouth curved upwards like he’d planned his torture. “And I’ll only use these.” The finger pushed deeper. “And this.” His tongue slid into my mouth gently.
A needy groan muffled into his mouth. I tugged the dishevelled lengths of his hair, bucking my hips in tandem with his deliberate pulsating pace.
“Why do you do this to me?” His forehead aligned with mine. “I don’t understand why once has never been enough.” My toes curled when his voice gritted, turning into a sexual grunt. It was a deep manly sound that tipped my composure. “I can sense how turned on you are, and it’s making all the blood rush to my dick.” His glorious lips curled. The awareness of his hand withdrawing made me hungry for more. My shoulders lifted but he pressed his palm to my breastbone and nudged me back down to the feathery duvet. Shuffling down the bed on his knees, he stooped over my hips. “You’re the most pleasurable mistake I’ve ever made.”
I fisted his soft hair and breathed in the smell of him. That clean muskiness that never failed to make my thighs clench, only this time they couldn’t close together because he was there, between my legs with his mouth.
“I can’t get enough of you, Freya.” Slow hands slid up my inner thigh. “Sit on my face. Now.” He ordered expectantly, drawing away from me and rolling onto his back.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I straddled his face, grinding into his stubble. His sturdy hands cupped my ass cheeks, holding me above him while he sucked and hummed. Each deep rumble that escaped his throat, reverberated inside my core, making me crave the dirty torture more and more.
I was shamelessly writhing and moaning, loving every minute of it. Was this desire born from the seed of his game, knowing he wanted me despite his infamous ways?
“Rub yourself,” he panted. Pushing my ass upward so I was half standing, I looked down to see his eyes focused on my actions.
A violent release rocketed through my body, shaking my legs. Strong hands gripped my hips and tossed me backwards on the mattress. The magnetism that sparked between us had won. He rose above me, rolled a thin veil over his hardness and rammed me with so much force that I shuddered with gratitude. Relentless pounding creaked the antique bed until his head dipped to my cheek and he slowed the pace.
Together we reached the summit. Eye to eye, mouth to mouth. A groan of my release was muffled by his mouth as his lips clung to mine. I loved how his predatory growl thundered, awakening my soul from a long unsatisfied slumber.
We lay side by side, his fingers tracing the curve of my back. “I read your email and drove all the way just to see your face, Freya.”
My heart strings plucked, his gravelly voice playing them with words. “I’m glad because what we just did there.” I blew out a puff of air. “That was something else.” I stretched out like a contented cat. “How come you don’t call me, little mouse, anymore?”
He exhaled slowly, pausing in the stillness of the night. “You’re no longer something to play with but something to own.”
I turned my body into him. “You want to own me, Kaleb?”
A shadow flickered behind his eyes. “Is it possible to crave someone so deeply yet want to push them away at the same time?”
“I don’t know?”
“Neither do I, Freya. I don’t know how this happened, how you came into my life and flipped it like a coin, revealing another side of me.”
I rested my cheek on his chest, listening to the rampant beating of his thawing heart. “Why can’t we just let it play out and see where it goes?”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Freya, but I will, and I know I have already.”
Lifting up on my elbow, I heaved myself on top of him. “I know you feel a connection between us, just like I do. This isn’t something we can run from. Jump off the cliff with me, both of us, together.”
My nipples brushed over his firm pecs, our faces inches apart. Those crystal blue eyes of his sparkled like gems. His fingertips traced my jaw. “I want to, Freya. I really do. I’m just not sure how to. I’m damaged goods.”
“Aren’t we all?” I shimmied down his body and rolled to the side, pulling the ruffled sheet over our bodies and wriggled closer.
I loved the feeling of his smooth tight muscles next to me. I’d craved him for so long. Now he was with me, I dared to believe it was real. The tone of his voice lulled me into a sleepy daze. Setting my head on his chest, I breathed him in.
“I’d like to be the guy who protects and worships you, not just the guy who fucks you. But I don’t know if I can really be him.” His voice rumbled in my skull.
“How do you know what I need?” I whispered. “I don’t even know that.”
He gently weaved his fingers through the long strands covering my back. “I hope you know what we’re doing here because I sure as hell don’t.” He half laughed, hinting uncertainty.
