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“Run,” I whispered.
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My footsteps pounded against the stone floor. Excitement sang in my blood. My dark brown hair flew behind me, whipping my face when I took a corner too sharp. I could feel Caius getting closer through our bond and it only spurred me on.
I ascended the stairs to the tallest tower taking two at a time, stripping my clothes along the way. My chest heaved. My heartbeat drummed. I burst through the open doorway into my painting studio.
Caius grabbed me from behind. His lips kissed my claiming mark and he let out a dark chuckle.
“I should have known,” he said.
“I want to finish our painting,” I breathed.
His hands skimmed my waist, up my ribcage. He cupped my heavy breasts, tweaking my nipples between his forefinger and thumb.
I arched my back into him, and Caius groaned, nipping at my neck.
Pleasure shot through me, the sensation traveling to the heat between my legs. I writhed against him, biting out a single word. “Paint.”
Caius chuckled against my skin, sending his shadows to grab bottles off the table and uncap them. They loomed closer, those phantom hands carrying them toward us. He dumped the contents of a bright cerulean blue over one breast and a sunflower yellow down my arm.
It was going to be a work of art by the time we were done.
A bottle of fuchsia appeared in front of me. I held out my hands. His shadows tipped the contents over, covering my fingers and palms. I reached behind me with my painted hands, cupping the back of his neck with one and running the other through his hair.
Caressing our hands over each other’s bodies, we created swirls and lines of vivid colors, breaking only to kiss. Facing each other while we painted, looking deeply into his eyes, created a desperate yearning I’d never felt.
It was electric.
We dragged it out, savoring the moment. Increasing the desire. Escalating the tension.
Each touch, each stroke, elicited thrilling tingles. Intensifying the anticipation.
The silence between us as we moved our hands, only hearing the sounds of hitched breathing and sensual sighs, deepened the erotic nature of the experience.
When I whispered his name, Caius twirled me around again, then sucked on a particularly sensitive patch of flesh beneath my ear. His fingers laced through mine. He gently nudged the back of my knee with his and guided me to the canvas tarp beneath us, his body curling over mine in the descent.
I braced myself on all fours, and he trailed kisses down my spine, placing his hand on my upper back and directing me to lay down.
The cold canvas covered my skin, goosebumps erupting over me.
He chuckled, and I rolled over, accepting his weight, relishing the heat of his body on mine. Caius supported himself on his forearm, staring down at me with a look I couldn’t read.
His tip brushed my entrance, and I angled my hips, widening my legs, waiting for him, but he just watched me.
"Why are you looking at me like that?” I whispered, my hands wrapped around his neck, my fingers toying with strands of hair.
He waited a moment, smiling. “I want you to say it.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed, wiggling, and trying to get the friction I so desperately craved.
“Say that you’remine.” The final was spoken so deeply, so possessively, it vibrated against me.
“I’m yours, Caius,” I breathed in a shaky voice. “I’ll always be yours.”
Caius hummed in satisfaction, lowering to kiss me, drinking me in. Then he thrust inside me, filling me up. My back bowed as we rolled against each other, meeting each other’s rhythm in perfect time. He rocked into me, and I pulled my knees up higher, countering his thrusts.
We slipped across the canvas, smearing paint.
