Page 43 of Stalked

That was all the encouragement he needed. Caleb’s touch became more confident, taking me into his hands as if he were reclaiming what used to be his. It enveloped me. I could feel my walls come down and my heart completely letting go. Allowing myself to feel loved and protected.

I felt like my old self again.

Stepping back, I brought him with me until my heel hit the bed, causing me to fall back onto the mattress.

A feral growl came from his chest before he moved forward, his knees hitting the mattress, caging me in, trapping me on each side of my hips. Caleb gripped the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Oh, my fucking God.

My eyes ran over his body, and it was just endless lines of smooth skin over hard muscle, so perfect he could have been sculpted. Sweat dripped down the center of his pecs, and I bit my bottom lip as my eyes etched every part of his form, moving lower.

“Eyes up here,” he said. “I want you to look at me while I make you come.”

Keeping a slow and steady pace, he moved down further on the edge of the mattress. Caleb’s hands crawled up my thighs, pushing my nightgown higher until the hem rested on my belly. His fingers wrapped around my underwear, and slowly, he wiggled them off.

Seeing him in between my thighs alone turned me on beyond comprehension. Any rational thoughts evaporated as I let my arousal take over.

Instinctively, my hands gripped my breasts, squeezing them. All I could think about was Caleb tasting me. The anticipation was driving me mad, and I needed him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Mercy,” he murmured between my inner thighs, giving my skin sweet kisses that made me shudder. Each kiss was feather-light, but it was all that was needed to keep stoking the fire he had set in me.

Before his lips touched me, his finger glided inside with ease, and his thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit, applying light, teasing pressure. I arched back, chewing on my bottom lip to bite back the sounds I already wanted to make.

God, he felt so good.

He knew exactly how to touch me. Suddenly, there was no doubt in my mind that he had touched me like this a million times in the life we had shared before.

I sank into the sensation of his fingers pleasuring me. It rolled through me in waves, my hips rocking in time with his fingers thrusting into me, my legs trembling as I drew in one shaky breath after another.

Caleb hesitated momentarily before his finger slipped out, and he leaned in, licking the arousal that dripped from me. I let out a small gasp, my fingers knotting in his hair to draw him closer.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as his tongue moved against me, exactly where I needed him, the sting of his fingers digging into my thigh, a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure. The movements of his tongue were eager and precise, tickling my clit—making me feel like I was losing my mind.

I forced my hips forward, grinding myself against his face—my legs trembling around his head. Caleb let out a loud moan that vibrated against my pussy. The thought that this was also bringing him pleasure made me shiver with satisfaction.

He wouldn’t stop, and all I could think about was how much I wanted him to sink his tongue deeper and deeper into me.

“Oh, God … Caleb, I—” My words were replaced by a loud moan that accompanied the pleasure that intensified in my body, spreading through me. The walls collapsed around us, and I covered my mouth to muffle my screams so Lily wouldn’t hear me. The climax rushed through me like wildfire, burning me up from head to toe.

Arching into the pillow, his hands landed on the bridge of my back to hold me steady, my thighs squeezing his head tighter, my fingers gripping his hair and tugging at his scalp.

When the pleasure finally subsided, I sank into the mattress again as I struggled to catch a proper breath. Caleb emerged from between my legs with a grin; his erection under his jeans was evident now, bringing a coy smile to my face.

“I want you to kiss me,” I said.

Caleb’s smile reached his eyes, but there was still an intense hunger behind it.

He hovered over me before his lips collided with mine, taking ravenous possession of my mouth. I could taste myself on him, and it felt like the lines between us were blurring. We were becoming one body of pure pleasure.

His erection pressed into my thigh while his hands gripped my wrists, pinning me down into the bed and—

Suddenly, images paraded through my head. I saw my face before me. Not Caleb’s.

What the fuck is happening?

All the surrounding sensations were swept away, and a different world materialized. We weren’t here in my room, kissing anymore. We were in the middle of a tiny village. Then I saw Caleb again, but he was holding a stick while sharpening the edges. The images were as clear as if I were there. I smelled the haystacks against a barn next to us and the smoke of a fire pit burning behind me.

I snapped back to the present just as quickly as I had left it, tearing myself out of Caleb’s arms before I realized what was happening.

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