Page 20 of Cayden

He removed the last barrier of clothing, his hands skimming down her body and lingering on her flat stomach. Lifting his head, he met her gaze, for the moment, his expression unguarded and filled with such promise and love that it had the tears burning at the back of her throat.

Bending his head, he worshipped her flesh, using tongue and teeth until she felt as if she was going blind from intense need.

The first time he had gone down on her, the very first time for her, she had been shy and horrified and had tried to stop him. With laughing ease, he had brushed away her timidity and took her to such levels of passion, she thought she had died.

It had taken her months to be comfortable with such intimacy and even longer to return the favor. Over time, she had gotten bolder, when she realized that there was no pretense, that she really had a powerful hold over him. And that her touch was enough to send him over the edge.

Parting her thighs, he settled between them, hands lifting her towards his mouth. A ragged sigh escaped her and turned into fevered moans as he brought her to the brink of madness.

His tongue stroked her slowly, lavishing her with the familiar emotions that she had never understood or quite got used to. The climax washed through her like quicksilver, lifting her trembling body closer.

Moving away, just enough so that he could rid himself of his clothing, he covered his body with hers, sliding into the wetness that closed around him like a tight wet fist. He stayed still for a few seconds, head bent towards her, his breath stirring her skin.

He brushed her lips against hers slowly, back and forth, deliberately holding back, his large body was shuddering, his heart racing until it was drowning out everything else. Then he moved. Driving into her with a precision that also deliberate. She shattered him. Being with her like this made him forget everything else.

As their bodies moved in harmony, the world outside ceased to matter. Every kiss, every touch was a declaration, a promise of their undying devotion. The intensity of their passion wasalmost overwhelming, but it was also liberating, a release of all the tensions and uncertainties that had plagued them.

Time lost its meaning; they were suspended in a moment of pure ecstasy. Her cries of pleasure mingled with his groans, creating a symphony of love and desire. The moonlight continued to bathe them in its ethereal glow, witnessing the fervent reunion of two souls who had found their way back to each other.

Finally, exhausted and sated, they collapsed into each other's arms, their breaths ragged. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their contentment, a stark contrast to the earlier fervor. They lay entwined, heartbeats gradually slowing, the warmth of their bodies a comforting reminder of their union.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and kissed her forehead tenderly. "We still have a lot to talk about," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with a newfound softness. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"But for now," she murmured, "let's just be here, together."

The air around them was thick with the lingering essence of their passion. As they lay there, enveloped in the quiet aftermath, their minds began to wander, reflecting on the journey that had brought them to this moment.

It had been a path filled with twists and turns, heartaches, and triumphs, but through it all, they had remained steadfast in their love for each other.

His fingers traced idle patterns on her back, each touch a silent reaffirmation of his commitment. "We've come so far," he said softly, his voice barely more than a breath against her ear.

She smiled, the curve of her lips gentle and serene. "And we have so much more to look forward to," she replied, her own hand moving to rest over his heart, feeling the steady, reassuring beat beneath her palm.

They fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts yet perfectly attuned to the other's presence. The moonlight still streamed through the window, casting a silver sheen over their entwined forms, as if blessing their union.

Minutes gave way to hours, and the quiet night cradled them in its embrace, a promise of the many tomorrows yet to come.

Eventually, sleep began to claim them, their bodies sinking deeper into the mattress, limbs still entangled. As her eyes fluttered closed, she felt his lips against her temple, a final, tender kiss before they surrendered to the peaceful oblivion of dreams.

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Nothing was resolved. She knew it the minute she woke up the next morning. The sun was streaming through the thick red drapes when she opened her eyes. Last night had not been a figment of her imagination. She could still feel the faint bruises, the pressure and soreness of her nipples and the tenderness between her legs.

It had been real. The lovemaking had been tumultuous as usual. He had whispered raw and potent words in her ear as he drove himself to the hilt inside her. She had responded in kind, holding him against her desperately, calling out his name in a fit of passion. And she had left her own bruises on his chest and back.

He was not lying next to her. She had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped tight around her – while she nestled against his chest. But this morning the bed was cold, indicating that he had risen some time ago.

It dawned on her that they had not spoken about her present situation. She had told him she was pregnant, and he had not said anything except angry words. Her heart shuddered as she also recalled that he had said he was not on board with the pregnancy. Where did that leave them? She wondered dismally.

She was just climbing out of bed when he opened the door and stepped in. her heart did the familiar somersault as she stared at his raw masculinity. He had shed the jacket and tie. The two top pearl buttons were undone, giving her a glimpse of his strong throat.

His dense dark hair was tousled as if he had spent some time raking it with his fingers. The tail of his shirt was outside his pants, but aside from that, he was fully dressed.

His eyes lingered on her delightful dishevelment. Her hair was tangled, her eyes still sleepy and sexy as hell. Her lips were swollen from the hungry kisses he had enjoyed last night. Shehad drawn the covers up over her breast, but he could still see the imprint of her nipples. Desire stirred inside him but was ignored.

“I was hoping you were awake. We have to leave.” His voice was cool and formal, causing her heart to sink. “I have an urgent meeting with some associates from overseas. I had completely forgotten that I promised to show them the vineyard in California. I put your jacket on the bedpost.’ He jerked his head towards it.

“And your shoes are right here. I am afraid the dress is completely ruined.” His mouth twisted slightly. “No great loss there. I made coffee for myself, and I am guessing that it is tea for you?”

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