Page 109 of Law Of Love

Love.

The word replayed repeatedly in my mind. My thoughts raced back to the moment in Kaleb’s bathroom when he’d confessed that I was the only woman besides his family that he’d ever loved, and I shivered, having been wanting to bring it up to him but lacking the confidence. I had to leap head first, though. Nobody got anywhere by being safe.

“You said you loved me.” My voice was quiet.

Kaleb paused before nodding casually. “Because I do. I’m utterly in love with you, Freya Henderson. Every inch of my mind is filled with your existence. There’s no one else I’d rather be obsessed with, and I don’t use that term loosely.” My gaze travelled to his lips, my eyes desperate, and he cleared his throat. “If you want me, you’re going to have to make the first move, sweetheart.”

Kaleb grunted as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He tasted like mint and dominance, causing me to melt. All I could think about was the sensation of his fingers digging into my waist and his stubble grazing against my chin as he pulled me impossibly closer. “Kaleb,” I whispered as I pulled away, meeting his gaze, his stormy eyes darker than usual, and I smiled to myself as I felt his hard dick graze against my stomach through his pants. “I need you.”

There wasn’t anything I needed more than him.

My therapist and I had been working on my belief of being deserving of love and pleasure. My mind self-sabotaged itself by conjuring up gruesome images whenever Kaleb and I would get close to reaching another milestone. It was a trauma response to keep myself stationed in the same comfortable position, but I couldn’t stay motionless forever. The train was leaving the station, and waiting for the next one was going to do nothing but delay my healing.

Kaleb arched an eyebrow and studied me carefully, tracing his fingers down my neck and across my shoulder, looking for any sign of reluctance. My muscles were free and flexible, though—not an inch of tension invaded them. I’d been working on loosening up my body. It hoarded stress.

I deserved love.

I deserved pleasure.

“I need you to understand what you’re saying to me, Freya.” Kaleb’s voice was slightly strained.

I nodded. “I do.”

He dipped his chin, gripped my hand, and led me through the small crowd and down a narrow hallway. It led to a cute study—a mahogany desk placed in the room's corner and bookshelves surrounding us, filled with classic literature.

“On the desk,” he ordered me after closing the door. I adhered, hiking my dress up so I could lift my legs. My thighs were slick with arousal, and I leaned back against the wall, watching as Kaleb trailed his fingers up and down the skin of them, dangerously close to my core. “I love seeing how wet this pussy gets for me.”He smirked.

My underwear was already soaked, and I muffled a moan as he dragged the fabric aside and sunk two fingers into me, his thumb swiping against my clit teasingly.

“Oh, fuck.” My nipples hardened against the fabric of my forest-green dress, rising into stiff peaks, and a shiver wracked through me as Kaleb teased them.

“Have you missed me, my little artist? Have you missed the feeling of me inside of you?”

I nodded, gulping, feeling my walls tighten around his fingers, a pit growing deep in my abdomen as I pushed myself further against him, encouraging him to thrust his digits faster. My heart felt like it was going to explode, and I clamped my eyes shut and took a deep breath when Will’s voice threatened to appear inside of my head. But I barricaded him well before he had the chance to speak, opening my eyes again and focusing on the man working my pussy in front of me.

He quickly pushed me over the edge, and I gripped the front of his shirt as I reached my peak, moaning loudly and kicking my head back, bright white stars flashing in my line of vision. My orgasm was so intense that it left me dazed, and as I composed myself, I leaned forward and unbuttoned Kaleb’s pants. Mischief pulsated through me as I pulled his cock free. Studying it, I licked my lips, placing my sparkly heel on his muscular chest when he tried to take a step toward me.

I shook my head.

“What do you want me to do, Freya?” Kaleb swallowed, and I cocked my head at him, raising my eyebrows.

“Beg,” I muttered. It was my time to smirk. I wanted him in the palm of my hand. I wanted to call the shots. I wasn’t in control of most things in life, but this? This was something I was, and fuck, did it feel great.

Kaleb looked like he wanted to object, but he slowly dropped to the ground in front of me, his eyes blazing. “Please let me fuck you, baby.”

I moved my hands from the desk to my pussy, playing with myself, smiling at the way he shivered, his fingers twitching. “You want to fuck me?” I asked, tilting my head.

“Yes, baby,” Kaleb said, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. The sound of my wetness filled the room, and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back until it was pointed towards the high ceiling. “Jesus Christ, Freya. You’re killing me here, sweetheart.”

“Tell me why.”

His eyes shifted to a dark smoky colour. “Because I want to do nothing more than throw your legs over my shoulders and fuck you until you’re screaming my name—so loud that everyone on the other side of this wall knows who you belong to.”

I hummed in approval. “Then do it.”

Kaleb needed no more encouragement before he got to his feet, pulled out his wallet and slipped a condom on, pushing into me. His size stretched me out, but the slight sting only turned me on more, and I yelped as he grabbed my legs and placed them over his shoulders as he fucked me senseless, my fingers finding their way to my clit.

“You look so good with my cock inside you,” he grunted, the sound of our skin slapping filling the room.

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