He resumed stroking her, this time a bit faster, as if in reward. “Did you come?”
“Yes…” she whispered.
“I jacked off every goddamn day thinking of you. I came to Lafayette tonight because I knew you would be here. I’d planned to finish putting together the dungeon, then shower up and head to the kids’ apartment. We were going to have dinner and talk, then I was going to take you somewhere—anywhere—and f**k you until you admitted that you were mine.”
“I am yours. I said it earlier. I say it again now.” She twisted her head from side to side, her voice a high-pitched pleading. “I will say it tomorrow and every day you will listen. Please!”
He eased down to her side, his fingers never leaving her except to slide two inside her and part them wide while his thumb rubbed her clitoris. The sensations were even more dazzling, and she felt the rush of orgasm begin to gather between her thighs, the bliss flooding her body. Every muscle tensed. She held her breath.
And Caleb covered her with his body, gathered her thighs in his grip, and probed at her entrance…
Finally.
Carlotta Buckley was about to become his after weeks and months of waiting and hoping and wanting. His—now and always.
He drove his c**k inside her in one smooth stroke, pushing past clamping, fluttering muscles so tight with need.
The head of his dick scraped her soft, silken walls, and he groaned low in his chest. Jesus! There was no way he was going to last long, especially when she gasped and moved with him, urging him deeper. He slid all the way down into her. Like f**king molasses. She gripped him as he withdrew, then shoved his way inside her again. If anything, she was more snug, her body even more poised on the edge. So goddamn perfect.
“We’re going to come together, Lottie. I can feel you, baby. I know you’re close. But you wait for me, you hear?”
She threw her head back with a whimper. But she nodded. God, Carlotta in the throes and impaled on his c**k was even more beautiful than he’d imagined. Sensual. Sexual. Womanly. She f**king glowed, and he wanted the chance to do this to her every day for the rest of their lives.
“That’s good,” he praised, picking up his pace. “So good…”
Every movement tingled up his spine. Blood surged through his body as he pumped her deeper, faster, harder. Hell, she was going to blow the top of his head off. That snug little pu**y clamped down on him again. She moaned once more, cried out his name.
Caleb was done for.
He adjusted her thighs into the crooks of his elbows and slammed his mouth over hers. She whimpered again as he kissed her. Her tongue danced an uninhibited tango with his as he pounded her cunt, one deep stroke after the next. Then that unmistakable thrill zipped down his spine. Tingles brewed in his balls. His c**k blazed with need, and he felt everything rising up inside him.
“Now, Lottie. Come!”
She surrendered the rigid hold she’d held over her body, and her flesh gripped him unmercifully before pulsing all around him, stroking his cock. His eyes closed as the ecstasy steamrolled him, and he groaned as he spilled deep inside her, feeling her buck and jolt, yet somehow moving with him as she screamed.
After a long, hazy moment, the orgasm subsided, and he felt Lottie’s mouth still under his. The passionate f**king gave way to a deep kiss of reverence. Then he lifted his head.
“You’re mine now.”
“Yours.” She smiled up at him, tears shimmering in her eyes. “I feel so…cherished and beautiful. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, Lottie. Love me.”
She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I do. I think I always have. I know I always will.”
Chapter 7
Christmas Eve
Carlotta stomped on her breaks in front of Gordon’s house, and the car came to a shuddering halt as the morning sun streamed through the windshield. She had long ago ceased thinking of this as their house. Her time here in this prison had passed. As she looked out the window at the wide, perfectly manicured lawn and big beige front door, a thousand unhappy memories assaulted her. How had she lived here, so stifled, for so long?
“You don’t have to do this,” Caleb said beside her from the passenger’s seat. “If you choose not to, it won’t change who you are, my opinion of you, or what happens next with us.”
She turned to him. Other than her children, he was the brightest spot in her life. She had awakened this morning with a smile, wrapped in his arms. Slowly, he had caressed her well-loved body, arousing it, then filling it again. And she thanked God for giving her this man and this second chance at a happy future.
“Thank you, querido. But I need this. For me.”
He peered up at the house and through the window. “I don’t see a tree up. Are you sure he’s going to be home?”