Page 123 of Crave Me

I picked up a little speed and he slapped his hand to my shoulder for balance as he worked his hips, succumbing to the pleasure without all the rest holding him back from feeling it as he normally could.

“There, lovely. Let go now. Let it all go.”

“Ah, Cas. Fuck,” he groaned, shuddering and grinding his cock into my palm. “Yeah. It’s there… I’m… I’m coming for you.”

His nails dug into my shoulder and then he growled as he spurted all over my fingers.

The relief all over his face was hard to stomach.

He’d been so desperate and clearly so afraid he wouldn’t be able to go there, to do this, to be who he’d always been when it came to his voracious sexual appetite.

He collapsed into me then, burying his face in my chest.

As I wrapped my arm around him, I felt him trembling against me and then I heard him sobbing.

I squeezed my eyes shut as it cut at my heart. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here, lovely.”

It took several moments, but then he lifted his head a little to speak. But he couldn’t look at me as he said, “I need… I need to tell you… I need to tell you what happened.”

“I know you do. I know.” As I drew the covers over us, covering him and effectively cocooning him with me, movement by the door caught my attention.

Especially given the fact that I knew I’d closed it earlier.

I looked out without moving too much to disturb Caleb and then I saw Asher there through the crack in the door.

He widened it a little as he saw me notice and then he smiled sadly out at the scene he was witnessing.

He gave a nod, knowing as I did that Caleb breaking down and offering to talk about what had happened was a very good step in the right direction. It was the start on the road to recovery.

I returned his gesture, then he quietly slipped away, closing the door as he went.

And then I listened as Caleb painted an awfully detailed picture of what had occurred during his time in captivity, a blow-by-blow account of what he’d been subjected to.

With every word he spoke, I felt something inside of me shattering again and again.

In those moments, it was worse than Elijah coming after my heart.

It felt like he’d torn it from my fucking chest.

I’d managed to pull myself back from the dark path I’d been on.

But I’d resurrect that version of me one last time.

And Elijah would feel the full force of it.

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~Skylar~

Things were so strange right now.

All right, when hadn’t they been?

But this was something else, even in spite of that.

Having my dad here among the guys was one of those odd things.

While he’d initially accepted them with me, things hadn’t stayed on that track after Jett’s actions had resulted in him hiding me away for two years.

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