I gasp, my hips bucking slightly as his fingers thrust into me with deliberate force, his touch confident, commanding. His lips trail down my neck, his kisses hard, biting, leaving marks that send shivers down my spine. “You deserve to be appreciated,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice a rough promise. “To be claimed. To be ruined.”
A low growl escapes me, primal and uncontrollable, a sound I’ve never made before. Desire courses through my veins, sharp and electric, stripping away any hesitation. I tilt my head back, letting him nip and kiss along my throat, losing myself in the moment, in the intoxicating thrill of his dominance. This isn’t about Talia anymore. This is about me—claiming my own place, my own power, on my terms.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding him close as he whispers more words of praise, each one striking me like lightning, igniting every nerve in my body. His hands slide down my sides, rough yet reverent, gripping my hips tightly as he presses me back against the bed.
“You’re mine, Rhea,” he growls, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. “And I’m going to show you exactly what that means.”
His lips capture mine, fierce and unrelenting, and I let out a shuddering breath as his kiss takes over, claiming me entirely. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. He moves down my body, his hands gripping my waist as his teeth graze my collarbone. His tongue follows the path of his lips, hot and wet, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin as he moves lower. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide with a force that feels both possessive and deliberate. “You drive me insane. The way you arch for me, the way you moan… you were made to be mine.”
“Cade…” I gasp his name, my voice trembling, thick with longing as he presses his lips to the inside of my thigh. His teeth graze the tender skin there, drawing a sharp gasp from me, and I writhe beneath him, my body strung taut with need.
“Stay still,” he commands, his voice low and sharp, and my body freezes instinctively, trembling under his authority. His hands grip my hips tighter, holding me firmly in place as his lips hover just above my core. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice softening just slightly. “I like it when you listen.”