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Fuck, I wanted him to consume me.
“You don’t fuck anyone else but me from now on.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Forever?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Of course it is. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Is that what you want?”
The admission had my heart lodged in my throat, and I swear I stopped breathing as Cal stared at me, not answering. I was laying myself bare here, exposing my soft underbelly, giving him the ability to cut me deeper than he could ever imagine. It was a big risk, one step shy of saying that four letter word, but it could mean a big reward. But Cal was worth that, and he deserved to know how deeply I cared about him. I wanted him and everything that came with it.
“I’ve always only wanted you, Princess.”
With a rough kiss to my mouth that ended too soon but promised all the filthy things he’d do to me later, Cal let go of me and returned to the stove.
“I love you,” I blurted at his back. He stilled, turning to me slowly.
“Say that again.”
He stalked toward me, hands coming up to cup my face and brush away the wetness I hadn’t even felt. “I love you,” I said with a laugh.
“I love you.” Bending, he peppered my face with kisses. “And I’m sorry I hurt you,” he added quietly, staring deep into my eyes. “Then, and any time since.”
“I forgive you. Just…don’t do it again, okay?”
“Never,” he promised.
A half hour later, he set two bowls of steaming soup on the counter in front of me, the other at his own seat, and dropped down next to me. The domesticity of it all made me downright giddy.
I groaned loudly around my first bite. It wasn’t anything fancy—a simple chicken dumpling soup with a medley of vegetables to fill it out—but he’d seasoned it to perfection, the dumplings light and fluffy, the vegetables tender and bursting with freshness on my tongue.
“You keep making sounds like that,” Cal said softly from my left, “and I’ll find something else to shove in your mouth.”
I turned to him, smirking, and lifted another spoonful slowly to my lips.
And moaned when it hit my tastebuds.
“That’s it,” he said, rising from his seat and lifting me off mine, easily throwing me over his shoulder like I was a sack of flour instead of a fully grown, five-foot-nine woman.
“Cal!” I said with a laugh as I pounded against his back. “Put me down!”
“Not a chance, Princess. You wanna play games? I’ll give you games.”
We reached my room then, and he dropped me unceremoniously on the center of my bed, reaching for the ratty sweats I’d put on after my bout of sickness earlier. Tugging them and my panties from my body, he tossed them across the room and reached for the hem of my tee. I arched my back enough that he could lift it up and over my head.
Now fully naked before him, I laid still as Cal dragged his eyes—then his hands—over my flesh.
“You are breathtaking,” he said, peeling away and rising to stand at the foot of the bed again.
“And you are taking too long,” I said, slipping my hand between my legs, spreading my pussy open, and circling my clit with the pads of my fingers.
Cal was on me in a flash, one big hand capturing both of my wrists and forcing them over my head, but the moment he let go, I slid one between my thighs again.
“Amara…” he warned, and hell, it had been too damn long since he’d called me by my full name. I wanted him groaning it into my flesh, shouting it into the void as he climaxed.
“What?” I asked innocently, my fingers making slow passes over that bundle of nerves.
