Page 52 of Tempting My Nemesis

CALEB

Zoe’s living room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting a warm light over her face. I watch her, my pulse quickening with a desire that feels both new and as old as time itself. Her eyes meet mine, a silent invitation that I can't ignore.

My hand reaches out, my fingers brushing against her cheek. Her skin is smooth, and I feel her shiver under my touch. The air around us is thick with anticipation, each breath we take laced with the promise of what's to come.

I lean in, my lips barely grazing hers. It's a whisper of a kiss, a question hanging in the balance. Her response is immediate, her mouth pressing against mine with a hunger that matches my own. Our kiss deepens, tongues dancing in a rhythm that speaks of years of yearning, of countless moments where we've held back. Not tonight.

Tonight, there's an urgency to our touch, a desperate need to reconnect and realign. My hands find the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She returns the favor, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of my shirt, revealing the tattoos that tell the story of my fractured soul.

Her eyes roam over my chest, taking in the ink and the muscles that twitch under her gaze. I can see the admiration in her eyes, the desire that mirrors my own. My hands trace the contours of her body, memorizing every curve and dip. Her breath hitches as I cup her breast, my thumb teasing her nipple into a hard peak through the thin fabric of her bra.

I lower my head, capturing her nipple through the lace, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. The sound sends a flush of desire straight to my groin. I strain against the confines of my pants, aching for release, for the sweet heaven that lies between her thighs.

With a swift motion, I unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. My mouth worships her breasts, lavishing attention on each one until she's writhing beneath me, her hands fisting in my hair.

"Fuck, Caleb," she breathes out, her voice a sultry whisper that fans the flames of my desire.

I kiss my way down her stomach, my hands working to remove the rest of her clothing. I want to see all of her, to taste her, to make her come undone under my touch. Her pants and underwear are discarded in a heap on the floor, leaving her gloriously naked and spread out before me like a feast for the senses.

My fingers trail along the inside of her thigh, feeling the quiver of her muscles as she anticipates my next move. I can smell her arousal, a heady scent that makes my mouth water. I look up at her, my eyes locking with hers as I lower my head between her legs.

The first touch of my tongue to her clit draws a sharp gasp from her lips. I lick and suck at her sensitive flesh, relishing the taste of her, the way her body responds to my touch. Her hips buck against my mouth, her fingers tugging at my hair as she chases her climax.

I slide one finger inside her, then another, curling them in a come-hither motion that has her crying out in pleasure.

"Oh, God, Caleb, don't stop," she pleads, her voice shaky with need.

I have no intention of stopping, not until I've wrung every ounce of pleasure from her body.

Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, her body arching off the bed as she teeters on the edge. With a flick of my tongue, I send her spiraling over the brink. She cries out, her hips bucking wildly as she pulses around my fingers. Her release washes over me, her sweet scent filling my lungs as I kiss my way up her body.

Fuck, I need to be inside her.

I position myself at her entrance, our eyes locking in a silent acknowledgement of the love and desire that's grown between us. With a deep breath, I thrust forward, burying myself in her tight heat.

God, I've missed this. Missed the way her pussy welcomes me like I'm coming home.

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, each stroke igniting a fire in my veins. I can feel her wetness dripping down my cock, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. Her hands dig into my back, her nails raking down my skin as she moans my name.

"You feel so fucking good," I grit out, my body coiled tight as I hold off my release.

Her response is a series of incoherent curses and pants, her head thrown back in abandon. I lean down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that's desperate and hungry. Our tongues tangle as I thrust into her, my cock hitting that sweet spot that has her crying out for more.

Our movements become wilder, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust. I can feel herclenching around me, her breath coming in short gasps as she hovers on the edge again.

"Come for me, baby," I groan, my voice rough with desire. "Come on my cock."

As if in response to my words, her body shatters, her inner walls milking my cock as she rides out her release. I continue to thrust through her orgasm, pushing her further, wanting to draw out her pleasure.

"Caleb, I can't--" she begins, but her words turn into a moan as her body surges with a second orgasm. Her pussy pulses and squeezes, drawing me inexorably towards my own release.

With a few more strokes, I surrender to the inevitable, my body stiffening as I empty myself into her. My hips stutter as wave after wave of pleasure wrack through me, leaving me breathless and sated.

Collapsing beside her, I pull her into my arms, our sweaty bodies entwined. I press a soft kiss to her forehead, the scent of her hair filling my lungs.

"I love you," I murmur, my fingers tracing patterns on her bare skin. "God, I love you so much."

Her fingers thread through mine, our hands resting on my chest as we catch our breath. In the silence that follows, I know that this is more than just sex. It's a reaffirmation of our love, a testament to the unbreakable bond that's formed between us despite the odds.

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