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Oh God, it feels incredible.
His touch works me into a frenzy, familiar and exotic all at once, as his mouth devours mine. Stroking my breasts, squeezing my ass, delving between my thighs to rub and pluck at my clit until I’m moaning, legs weak, desperate for more.
“Caleb…”
“I know, baby. You’ve been empty without me.” Caleb growls. “But I’m here now. I’m going to give your cunt everything it needs. Like this.”
He sinks a finger inside me, and then another, fucking me with swift, beckoning strokes. I moan. He’s right. This is what I’ve missed. The thick intrusion, the aching stretch. The way he seems to know right where I need him, the exquisite pressure and pace. I’ve barely had time to adjust to the penetration when I climax in a swift, sweet cry.
Oh my God.
The orgasm sweeps through me, but I’m still just as ravenous.
I tear away his shirt, fumbling with the fly on his pants to free his glorious cock. He curses as my hand closes around the thick length of him, already moist, slick in my hand. I pump slowly, feeling his body react.
“Goddamn, Juliet…” he groans, pulling away. “Get on the bed and spread your legs. I need to feel that pussy clenched around me.”
He strips off his clothes, a fevered passion in his eyes.
But I don’t follow his order.
“Juliet?” Caleb looks at me, a question in his eyes. I smile back.
“You get on the bed,” I tell him, exhilaration fizzing in my veins. I go to the bedside cabinet and retrieve the handcuffs I know are waiting there. I love it when Caleb ties me down and makes me beg, but tonight?
Tonight I want to feel him cry out for me.
I want to show him how much he needs me.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, dangling the cuffs.
His gaze darkens, and I realize too late just how loaded the question is.
Trust.
It’s been the crack in our foundation since the very start. The red line we could never cross. Before the accident, Caleb swore he could never trust me again for my betrayal, but now?
Now, I see a new light in his eyes.
He nods.
I inhale in a rush, relief and hope rushing through me—but not as potent as the desire still pounding in my bloodstream. Wanting him. Needing him.
Now.
I push him back onto the bed, and grab his wrists, cuffing them to the bedframe. Caleb tests the give, but I’m not messing around. He smirks.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Very sure.” I trace a fingertip down his bare chest, stopping just before his groin. His cock stands to attention, straining for my touch. I slowly trace a circle around his thick length, but never come close enough.
Then I lean over and press a featherlight kiss to the tip.
Caleb groans.
I kiss again, closed-mouth, butterfly kisses along the shaft, never landing for long. Then I return to tracing his naked torso, watching him grow even harder.
“Stop teasing.” Caleb demands, yanking at his restraints. “Open your mouth, and suck me. Now.”
