Page 33 of Soul Fated

Kael’s breath hitched. My skin tingled with anticipation, and I arched my back, pressing against him.

Yes. My curiosity about that damn hand was rewarded. He was gentle and rough, teasing me and then giving me exactly what I wanted.

“Kael—”

“Shh. Lana’s still outside the door.”

This was going to be impossible. How could I keep myself from crying out? I buried my head against his shoulder, pressing my lips against his skin.

For weeks, I’d been a shell of myself. I’d gone through the motions. Work, food, sleep. A neverending cycle that drained the life from me. In one day the pain in my arm had lifted, and now this.

It was a blur of sensation. Kael's hands on my skin, his breath hot against the top of my head. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel.

Kael pulled away, nudging me onto my back. He didn’t ask permission as he slid down the bed, his hand trailing over my thighs, his breath hot on my skin. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t. Want you to stop.” I shivered as he reached my knee, nudging it out with his shoulder, and I squirmed, my hands clutching at the sheets. "I—" My words were cut off as he pressed his lips to my skin, his tongue tracing a line up my thigh. The sensation was electric, and I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips.

“Quiet, Callista.” Kael's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he continued his exploration. I was lost in a sea of sensation, rising higher than I thought possible, then dipping and crashing against the rocks.

He was relentless. Consistent. The tension that had been building inside me, that coil winding tighter and tighter, suddenly reached a breaking point. It was too much and exactly enough.

"I know we said no talking," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But now I need to hear you. Tell me—" His fingers traced circles, teasing me, driving me mad.

"I want you here. Next to me." The words came out as a whisper, but he understood perfectly. He slid back into place next to me and pulled me to his chest.

When his hand found me again, he was done with teasing. As my back arched, he leaned in, pressing his lips to my ear. "I've got you. You can let go."

With those words, the dam broke. I felt a rush of heat, a wave of pleasure that crashed over me, drowning out everything else. My body convulsed, and I turned my head into the pillow to keep from crying out.

Kael didn't stop, didn't slow. He rode out the storm with me, his touch never wavering. When the waves finally subsided, I collapsed against him, my body trembling.

“Better?”

I fought to keep in the wave of emotion crashing over me. As a tear slipped over my cheek, I was glad the light was off. How had I felt so safe? So protected? Hours ago, Kael had a dagger to my throat, and now?

Kael pulled his hand away, and I whimpered at the loss.

"Kael, I?—"

"Shh."

“It was good.”

“Callista—”

“I need you to know how good that was.”

He chuckled. “I am capable of reading body language.”

“Thank you.”

He was quiet for a moment. “You’re welcome.”

We lay there, our breathing deepening, and I worked to gather my courage. When he pulled his hand away from my shoulders, I caught his arm. “My turn.”

Chapter

Seventeen

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