Defying Destiny (Afterword Academy #3) - Katie May Page 0,43

as I moan low in my throat. “Do you want more, my beloved?”

“Yes,” I groan as one of my hands leaves my breasts, trailing down my bare stomach and then fingering the waistband of my panties. Before I can even catch my breath, he pulls down my panties until they’re resting just above my knees. My finger caresses my slit, swirling around my juices, before it travels to my thigh in a teasing, tantalizing touch.

“You’re so wet for me, Hadley,” he croons huskily. “I remember how good you felt wrapped around my cock. Do you remember? Do you remember how you screamed my name?”

“Yes,” I whimper as he once more swirls a finger inside my tight channel.

“I want to taste you.” He pulls my finger out and then brings it to my lips, my tongue snaking out of its own accord to lick off my juices. He groans immediately, sending me a mental image of his tongue between my thighs, tasting me and bringing me to the peak of pleasure. I desperately wish to rub my thighs together, to alleviate the ache between them, but he’s still in control of my body. All I can do is whimper pathetically, pleading with him without words.

My fingers dive into my pussy once more, first one and then he adds a second, stretching me. My other hand continues to pluck at my nipples, pulling just to the point of pain.

“When I get my body back, I’m going to worship you, my goddess. My life. My love. I’m going to kiss every inch of this perfect body. And then I’m going to rest between your thighs and lick you until you forget anyone else except for your Fated. You will be mine again, Hadley. I can promise you that.”

And I can totally believe him, especially if he keeps up this exquisite torture.

My thumb brushes over my clit, and I begin to pant, my heart hammering in my chest, threatening to break free of my rib cage.

“Caius, please!”

“Do you want to come, my beloved?”

“Yes,” I all but cry as his fingers continue to piston in and out of me, the heel of his palm now creating friction against my sensitive clit, but not enough to get me where I want to be.

“You can only come when I tell you to.”

My second hand pushes both of my breasts together as he pulls out of me and focuses on my clit. My damp fingers slide across the hardened nub with ease. Everything inside of me heats, my chest feeling heavy, legs becoming shaky. And then Caius adds an image in my mind of his cock inside of me, his face contorted into pleasure as his hips rock.

It’s that image that sends me spiraling over the edge.

I come with a scream capable of being heard miles away, my body shaking and trembling as my orgasm gushes through me. Caius continues to play with me with my own fingers as my orgasm subsides. And then, he brings the digits to my mouth and begins to suck them, my tongue swirling around the tips, and the sight is so fucking erotic, I almost come a second time.

“Fucking hell!” I breathe, suddenly able to move my body. A moment later, Caius appears once more near the window, and though I can’t see his expression, I imagine his smile is smug with pure male satisfaction. “Caius…”

“I know.” He floats forward until he’s at the foot of the bed, staring down at my nearly naked body. “Hadley, I love you. I don’t know if you want to hear it, and I understand if you don’t feel the same way after everything I've done, but I love you. I love you so fucking much that I can’t even think straight. I-I considered staying behind in Hell,” he confesses in a hushed whisper. Horror fills me, but before I can voice my protest, he continues on. “But I can’t leave you. Not again. Not after I found you. Please don’t ask me to.”

“Caius,” I say gently, wishing desperately that I could touch him. Actually touch him, not just in a dream world. I want to caress the stubble on his chiseled jawline, kiss each eyelid and the scar on his lower lip, feel his heart beating beneath my palm.

Soon, I tell myself resolutely. You’ll get to do that soon.

“I would never ask you to leave me. I don’t want you to leave.” The mere thought sends pain shooting through me like a shock of electricity.