Page 73 of Law Of Love

My stalkers could have moved, though. They could be at the front door with their guns ready, about to press them to my forehead and force me out of the house and into an unmarked car.

Sweat accumulated on my upper lip, and I shoved the covers off my clammy body and opened my bedroom door, padding towards Kaleb’s room. Lingering outside, I took a deep breath, leaning against the wall next to it and fiddling with the lace of my white pyjama shorts.

I didn’t want to be alone.

“Freya, you don’t have to hide outside.”

My cheeks became flushed at Kaleb’s words, and I inhaled deeply as I pushed his door open, taking in the sight of him sitting at his desk on his phone in just a pair of black boxers. The fabric clung to his body tightly, and he stood up with questionable eyes, my own instantly dropping to his defined abdominal muscles.

“Did you come in here to gawk at me or because you also can’t sleep?” he asked with a chuckle, and I snapped my gaze back up to his face.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted. “I feel like… someone is out there.”

Kaleb’s face softened, and he sighed, shuffling his way over to his bed and patting the space next to him. “Come here.”

I crawled in next to him, contentment encasing my soul as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to his chest, my leg hooking itself over his waist. He was pure muscle—lean without being too bulky. I’d expected him to be uncomfortable to lie on, but it was like resting on a cloud. A lumpy cloud, but still a cloud.

We hadn’t wrapped ourselves around each other like this before, even when we’d slept in the same bed at the hotel. I’d awoken with his arm draped over my waist, but this embrace felt desperate—as if we needed to be in each other’s arms after the danger we’d faced earlier.

“You have no idea how much I want to rip Will’s heart from his chest.” Kaleb’s eyes were shut, and his thick fingers danced across the skin of my thigh.

I traced his tattooed chest, eyeing up the intricate ink. “You’ll end up getting yourself killed if you do that, and if not dead, at least in a lot of trouble.”

“At this current moment, I don’t really give a shit.”

I rolled over so I was on my stomach facing him, our lips dangerously close. “Don’t be reckless, Kaleb.”

He opened his eyes, studying me, and he smirked. “Why not? Doesn’t that excite you?”

My throat suddenly felt thick. “No.”

Yes.

He chuckled, his hand sliding up the curve of my back and resting on the back of my neck, gripping it tightly, knotting his fingers in my hair. “Is that so, my little artist?" A hum sounded from his chest. “You don’t like it when I’m reckless? Would you prefer me to let you get away with anything and everything, then? To keep my desire in check?” He moved his lips dangerously close to my ear. “You and I both know you don’t want that.”

I shivered at his words, arousal pooling between my legs at the feel of his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I had to muster up all the strength I possessed not to gyrate myself against it.

He arched his hips into me, and I gulped, my eyes hazy as all thoughts that didn’t involve Kaleb flew out the window. I crushed my lips to his, and his tongue invaded my mouth, his body pressed impossibly close to mine as I moved to straddle his waist.

Kaleb shuffled upwards so he was sitting up on the bed, his back against the headboard as he cupped my ass, pressing my core against his erection. I wasn’t wearing underwear, and my thin cotton pyjama shorts provided little protection from the intense and pleasurable friction.

I rested my forehead on his broad shoulder as he trailed his hands down the front of my shorts, dipping into the waistband. His fingers found my wetness, moving up to my clit, causing a loud moan to sound from my mouth.

“Nobody’s here tonight,” he whispered, slowing his fingers down, teasing me. “Be as loud as you need to be, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, clutching onto his forearm as I ground against his hand, my nails digging into his flesh. My eyes widened as Kaleb gripped the back of my neck and straightened me up, pulling me away from his shoulder. "That feels so good.”

“I want to see your face when I make you come,” he said huskily, lifting my hips off him with his free hand and yanking my shorts off, throwing them to the other side of the room, leaving my bottom half bare. He pushed me in between his legs—so I was resting my hands behind me—and continued to rub my clit, his fingers slipping into me and pumping in and out slowly.

My hands found their way to his thigh, and I gripped at the fabric of his boxers, begging Kaleb to move his fingers faster. My legs shook as he hit my sweet spot, and I kicked my head back and attempted to control my breathing as my orgasm crashed into me, my muscles contracting and jolting. “Kaleb, shit. Holy fuck.”

“Look at me, baby.”

I met his gaze, drawing my bottom lip into my mouth as I cursed and whimpered, the heightened pleasure slowly dimming.

My muscles were tight and achy. However, that didn’t stop me from dropping my eyes to Kaleb’s hard dick, barely hiding beneath his boxer shorts, and I reached forward to toy with the waistband, slowly dragging the fabric down until his cock sprang free.

Fuck. I still wasn’t over his size.

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