Page 115 of Penalty to the Heart

Ever so slowly, he leans in and brushes his lips lightly on mine.

My eyelids close of their own accord as his lips mold themselves to my mouth. Time seems to stand still as he acquaints himself with my taste and touch. Our kiss is soft, warm, and tender at first, as if he’s afraid to greedily take more than I’m willing to give him. But all too soon, he opens his eyes again, the sweet sentiment of gratitude replaced by a feral hunger for more.

I let out a little shriek when he hoists me up by my hips and sits me on the edge of the sink. He grabs my chin with unspeakable force, tugging my mouth open with his thumb again. His gaze lingers on my mouth for a good ten seconds before it lifts back to my eyes.

“I’m going to need a bit more than that,” he warns before crashing his lips onto mine.

My head swarms with incoherent thoughts as his mouth begins to overpower mine in such a way that all I can do is yield to its dominance. I press my palms on his chest, my last remaining effort to put some barrier between us, but as his kiss deepens, the last of my restraint evaporates into thin air. His chest is cool to the touch, but his kiss is ardent and desperate.

I’m not sure how we got here, but I suddenly need this just as much as Caleb.

My legs wrap themselves around his hard hips, locking him in place as my ankles push him further to me. I moan into his mouth as his tongue wrestles mine for dominance. Every inch of my skin aches for his touch as his hand grabs the nape of my neck, keeping me in place.

“You taste so fucking good, Roxie,” he praises, his voice rough and hungry. His previous misery has morphed into ardent desire, and I don’t have the will to pull away. His hard girth presses against my belly, making my insides burn with the same need consuming him.

“I could fuck you right here and be happy,” he says between kisses, the head of his cock stabbing my abdomen.

His fingers grip my hips tightly as my arms wrap around his neck, allowing me to run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. My head falls back as he peppers me with wet, hot kisses on the slope of my neck. I let out a loud wail when his mouth finds one perked nipple and sucks it into his mouth over my tank top.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his teeth off me. “This won’t do,” he growls, pissed. “Hold on.”

And before I know what’s happening, Caleb picks me up from the sink and carries me out the door.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Upstairs, but—”

Again, I’m robbed of the opportunity to say anything else because his lips are back, sucking my neck as he carries me up the flight of stairs.

But when I see him heading towards the main bedroom down the hall, I stop him before he takes another step.

“No. Not there,” I warn nervously.

His brow furrows in confusion at first, but it clears when I point to the guest bedroom on the right.

“There. Take me there.”

Not having to be told twice, he kicks the door in and then carefully places me on the bed.

Up until this point, I hadn’t dared to look at his naked body, but now, lying here in the bed with Caleb standing over me with a feral grin on his lips, how could I not?.

His toned physique is all hard edges from years of training his body to be unstoppable in the rink. My eyes greedily drink him up, lingering on every cut and hard ridge of his six-pack. And as my gaze travels south to find his cock hard and impatient, my clit throbs in expectation.

“Take it off,” he grunts, fists balled up again just to hold himself in place. “Take it all off.”

I swallow dryly at the intent in his eyes as I pull myself upright on the bed. I grab the hem of my tank top and slowly raise it over my head.

His eyes smolder at the sight of my bare, aching breasts.

It’s been so long since I’ve let anyone look at me like this.

With want.

With lust.

With utter devotion.

I forgot how good it felt to be desired like this.

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