Then, he slid a finger inside her.
She cried out, her back arching as the sudden stretch sent firelicking up her spine. He exhaled a soft, satisfied sound as he pressed deeper, curling his finger until her breath came in ragged gasps.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Squeeze. Let me feel you.”
Her body clenched helplessly around him, her thighs trembling as he added another finger, scissoring inside her, stretching her carefully. His tongue never faltered, flicking over her bud, the pace of his thrust unrelenting as he drove her higher, closer.
“Kaelen, please?—”
His gaze flicked up, locking onto hers as he slowed, pulling her back just before she tipped over the edge. A dark, knowing smile curved his lips.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “I want to feel everything when you break for me.”
He curled his fingers just right, pressing into the secret spot that made her sob, his breath a warm caress against her slick skin. After nights spent unravelling her in his arms, he knew her body intimately—knew every place that made her tremble, mewl, gasp,beg. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her body tensing, straining, teetering on the edge of release.
He loved her like that for a long time, sucking, licking—devouring her as though he could imprint her taste onto his very being. She was lost, undone by the relentless pleasure, the way he held her open and took his time mapping her with his tongue, his fingers, his wicked mouth.
Then, he was inside her again, but this time it wasn’t gentle. He pushed not two, butthreefingers, stretching her open as his mouth worked in tandem, sucking on her bud in a rhythm that had her keening.
Reiya sobbed his name, her nails biting into his scalp as he drove into her, fingers unrelenting, curling to knead that sensitive place along her front wall.
“You take three fingers so well,” he murmured, his voice wrecked with want. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”
She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the wet sounds between them: the warm rasp of his tongue against her swollen flesh,the low male sounds he made, the way his grip on her thigh tightened when she squirmed, when she whimpered his name.
Then, came his dark whisper, “Come for me, Sáel. Show me how easily you surrender.”
His tongue replaced his fingers then, snaking deep, flicking over the spot he’d spent so much time rubbing, and everything crashed over her in a tidal wave of pleasure.
She convulsed, hips jerking, crying out as he held her down. His mouth and tongue were ruthless, drawing out every last tremor of bliss until she collapsed, trembling, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks.
Slowly, Kaelen withdrew, golden eyes bright and molten with satisfaction. His lips glistened, curved into a wicked smile as he looked up at her.
“Still up for teasing me?” he asked, amusement threading through his voice.
Reiya tried to calm her heart, swallowing hard, her fingers still tangled in his hair. “You’ve made your point.”
He chuckled, his hands smoothing over her thighs in soothing strokes.
“You’re still shaking,” he murmured, his tone warm but unyielding. “You haven’t had enough yet.”
Her breath hitched. The weight of his presence, the quiet command in his voice—it wasn’t forceful. It simplywas. A force of nature she didn’t want to resist.
She exhaled, letting herself sink into it. Intohim.
Kaelen’s gaze darkened, as if he felt it too. “That’s it,” he praised. “Let me take care of you.”
Her heart clenched at those words, at the way he said them—not as a demand, but as an offering.
She let herself go, let herself be his once more.
The study was dim now, the golden light of early evening fading into the soft glow of a single lantern on Kaelen’s desk. Forgotten tea sat on the tray, pushed aside as he bent over a parchment, quill scratching steadily against the paper.
Across from him, Reiya curled in the armchair, legs tucked beneath her, head resting against the backrest. She’d meant to keep him company, a quiet presence to remind him he wasn’t alone in his work.
But the steady scratch of his quill, the warmth of the study, and the lingering haze of pleasure conspired against her, lulling her into a half-dreaming state.
“Reiya?”
