"You like that?" he said, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through my bones. "When I take what's mine?"
"Yes," I breathed, unable to form more coherent thoughts as he began to move in earnest, each thrust harder than the last.
The bed frame creaked dangerously beneath us, the headboard knocking against the wall in a rhythm that would leave no doubt to anyone passing by what was happening inside.
Caiden gripped my thigh tighter, pushing it higher until my knee nearly touched my shoulder, opening me completely to him.
The new angle sent him impossibly deeper, touching places inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Look at me," he commanded, and I forced my heavy lids open to meet his gaze.
His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with desire, sweat beading on his forehead and running down the column of his throat. "I want to see your face while I fuck you."
The vulgarity of his words sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
This was Caiden stripped of all pretense, of all the careful control he maintained. Raw and primal, claiming what he'd always wanted.
He withdrew almost completely before plunging back into me with such force that I cried out, a sound caught between pleasure and surrender.
"Caiden," I gasped.
He set a hard rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate, his body covering mine completely in the missionary position. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress. The delicious pressure of being claimed so thoroughly.
"You feel that?" he muttered, his breath hot and ragged. "Feel how perfectly you take me? Like you were made for this. Made for me."
I nodded frantically, unable to form words as he continued his relentless pace. My hands found his back, fingernails digging into the hard muscle there, leaving crescent marks that would linger for days.
Evidence of our collision.
Sunlight filtered through thin curtains, painting stripes across his shoulders as he moved above me. In that light, he looked almost holy—a fallen angel with eyes that burned like embers.
The sunlight carved his body into something ancient and godlike, all hard muscle and deep shadows as he moved above me.
I arched beneath him, accepting every thrust, my body yielding completely as he claimed me.
His eyes never left mine, holding me captive in their dark intensity. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. The connection between us transcended the physical.
This wasn't just bodies colliding but something deeper, more primal, a recognition of something that had always been inevitable.
He braced himself on his forearms, caging me beneath him, his face hovering just inches from mine. Our breath mingled, hot and desperate.
The friction between us built to something unbearable. His pubic bone grinding against my clit with every forward movement, the head of his cock hitting that spot deep inside that made my vision blur.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching, then flipped me onto my stomach with one fluid motion.
His hands gripped my hips, yanking me up onto my knees, and I felt his palm slide up my spine, pressing me down until my cheek was pressed against the mattress.
"Arch your back," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you want it."
I complied, pushing my hips back toward him, desperate to be filled again. He made a sound of approval, his hands kneading the flesh of my ass, spreading me open to his gaze.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, one finger tracing the heat between my thighs. "Wet and ready for me."
The anticipation was unbearable. I whimpered, pushing back against his hand, silently begging him to end this sweet torture.
He chuckled, low and dark, enjoying my desperation.
"What do you want, Amelia?" he asked, teasing my entrance with just the tip of his cock. "Tell me."
