Page 55 of Quiet Chaos

Cade helps me down, and I make my way to the back area. Whatever was in the shot tickles through my veins, impairing my sense of right and wrong…and I don’t care. The jukebox is blaring, we’re dancing, and for the first time in my life, I feel alive and free. I want this freedom high to last. To drift on the waves until right and wrong blend into acceptability. Where I don’t have to contemplate being a sinner on earth or that I will burn in hell. I can justbewith my mistakes, lessons, and rights. Where my moral compass no longer veers to the extreme but stays on a steady course of being human. Right now, I dismiss the rosary chokehold and Bible verses dictating my every action. I’m breathing deeper from emotions I have for Cade. The womenhere have embraced me and now Cade’s family is becoming mine.

We’re on our way home, and I smile to myself about the flooding. Before we left for the club, I poured a few buckets on the floor of Cade’s bathroom, because I knew I’d need time to shower, dress, and light the candles. And it worked. He asks me to give him a minute, and he goes into the bathroom.

I lay on the bed, my back angled against the pillows and headboard, straightening my lingerie. Cade walks out, surprised I’m not standing there. I reach for his hand, and he flinches for a second, then I pull him toward me. He stumbles and rolls to his side of the bed. His confused expression is so sexy.

“Sky, I thought we were going—”

My kiss cuts his words off as I straddle his waist. I’m hungry for him. The adrenaline of freedom still courses through me, and I lick, kiss, and bite Cade’s lips. His breathing is rapid, but he keeps his hands on my waist, which isn’t what I want. My hips grind into him, and his eyes snap open, hands holding my shoulders at arm’s length.

“What are you doing?”

My swollen lips and ragged breath make me feel sexy. I maneuver out of his grip, place my hands on his chest and say, “I want to have sex with you, Cade.” His eyes narrow. “This is part of your birthday present.”

He takes my hands in his. “Sky, I don’t want you to sleep with me as a birthday present. I want you to—”

“I do, Cade. This is what I want. I’ve thought about it for a while now and prepared for it.”

His eyes are deceiving. It seems he doesn’t want it.

“Are you sure? Because if we start, I doubt I can stop. There’s no going back and it will change our relationship.”

Leaning forward, my hips curve upward, his hard penis under his sweats grazes my lower outer lips, as I place a kiss on hischeek. I whisper in his ear, “Don’t stop. I want to be yours. My virginity is yours.”

As soon as I saymy virginity is yours, Cade flips me on my back and covers me with his body. His lips linger right above mine when he whispers, “I have wanted you for a long time, Sky. Once I start, I won’t stop. I’m going to make you cum and scream my name. Do you understand me?” I nod. “Use your words.” I let out a breathyyes.

His penis is swollen and tantalizing my bundle of nerves. I’m saturated in lust.Forgive me, Father, for I will sin, and Cade might just be my demise.

“Do you trust me, Sky?” I tell him I do, which is true. “We’ll take it slow. I won’t rush you.”

Since I can remember, I’ve put all my trust in Cade. He’s caring, sensual, and I’m safe in his embrace. He’s all I want. MyGabriel. Mysin. Myundoing. If I can experience unfathomable love with Cade for one night, I’m prepared to accept my downfall.

He kisses the corners of my mouth, and his tongue traces along my lips, and seeps into the seam. Our hunger increases. Lips fight for attention as we explore the velvety warmth of our tongues. My craving for him grows between my thighs. It’s a sauna in my underwear. I can’t think, nor do I want to. I want to give into my Gabriel—my love. Cade can take what he needs from me, possess my body. The demand for him to quench this growing appetite is excruciating. I want to succumb to our sexual needs until we’re satiated.

Cade’s lips brush against my upper ear, and he whispers, “Sky.” He makes eye contact, and the wanton darkness fills the cracked ice pattern, as if pulling me under with him.

Everything he says is a rich whisper highlighted by an explicit claim. “I want you to surrender. Let go of everything and enjoy because my mouth is going to taste every bit of you. Lap up yourpussy juice. Hands opening you wide, while your tortured moans ask for more.”

He moves his mouth down my neck to the indentation of my collarbone and asks against my skin. “Understand?”

His vulgar words energize this moment. “Yes, Cade.”

“I want you loud. I want everyone to hear and know I own you.” My hips rub against him, but he stops me. “No, Princess. Not yet.”

Cade sits on his heels and stares at me as he unties the lingerie. He moves it to the side, exposing my breasts and underwear, and he sucks in a quick breath. It’s erotic, watching him watch me, causing embers in my stomach. He lowers his head, tongue darting at my erect nipple until his mouth covers and draws it into his mouth, conjuring a moan from me. His thick hair adds to it, bathing my skin in its silkiness. My mind is short-circuiting, all rationale and beliefs sizzle and float away. Cade sends me to another dimension, heightening my senses. His hand massages my other breast. Teeth brush against my erect nipple, causing my body to curl backwards, and offering him more of me. His slow exploration of my breasts makes me manic.

I’m falling down the rabbit hole, but I don’t catch myself. My eyes close to the hypnotic nature of his mouth. When I think it can’t get better than this, the back of his hand lightly brushes over my thong. It’s a shot of high voltage energy, zapping my hips upwards. When his finger slides under the seam, gliding along the top, no faith can protect me from this icy perversion. A chill has me shivering until the heat of his expert hands warms every place he touches.

The expectations, sensations, buzz in my head. I’m in overdrive and don’t know if it’s normal. I grab Cade’s arm where his hand is stroking me.

He stops what he’s doing, glances at me, and asks, “What’s wrong?”

My wild heartbeat and the constriction in my chest somewhat subside. “I don’t know. I’m lightheaded. It’s overwhelming. Is that normal?”

A smile smears across Cade’s face. “Yes. It means I’m doing my job.” He tucks some of my hair behind my ear. “Shall I continue?”

I laugh until he occupies his mouth and hands again. His leg nudges my thighs farther apart while his hungry mouth continues to give my breasts attention. From one to the other, his hand grips and lightly squeezes. Mouth, teeth, and tongue redden the area.

Cade’s fingertips drag down my skin, scorching where he makes contact, and skate up and down on the outside of my slit. My entire body freezes. Like I assumed, Cade’s skilled fingers transports me to another level of bliss. I’m floating in the clouds, thunder roaring around as a rain dampens my hair. His pace changes, and now several fingers run the length of my pus.

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