Page 9 of Beautiful Nightmare
He gives a breathless laugh and gathers me tightly to him. “Feels good,” he echoes. “Really good. Give me a little time and I can show you how good.”
This feels good, too, albeit in a different way than when our mouths were on each other. His lust remains a delicious undercurrent, but soft satisfaction takes over. It’s not an emotion that can sustain me, but it creates a lovely sensation, like being wrapped in a heavy blanket during the cold season.
Minutes tick by as his heart rate returns to something I imagine is normal—or at least close to it. My body buzzes withenergy, but it’s a distant sensation, one that can’t quite touch me while I float in bliss.
At least until Caleb’s cock stirs against my thigh where it’s draped over his waist. I smile as I shift a little, teasingly rubbing him until he groans. “Gemma, you’re going to kill me.”
“I hope not. I like you.”
His arms tighten around me. “I like you too.”
This feels dangerous in an entirely different way than kissing him did. My job isn’t tolikehim. In fact, that’s a direct inhibitor to me doing my job, at least in theory. It’s difficult to focus right now with him so close and deliciously warm and his wide hands on my hips as he shifts me more fully on top of him.
And then there’s no space for worrying, because I’m tilting my hips and he’s pressing up into me. Smooth and slick and oh so full. My eyes threaten to flutter shut, but I force them open. I don’t want to miss a single moment of this. He’s so beautiful, every emotion playing across his face in real time as it surges into me. More and more and more, blossoming with each thrust. No wonder humans don’t notice when a demon siphons off their emotions for sustenance.
I plant my hands on his chest and move over him. We have limited time, but the temptation for frenzy is so distant. There is only Caleb and me and this moment of pure, perfect pleasure.
He grips my hips, his fingers digging into the top of my ass, and guides me into a rolling motion that makes my spine tingle. I moan. “Do that again.” He complies immediately, his face a mask of agonized concentration even as his lust increases to nearly overwhelming levels. I didn’t know it could be like this—anyof it. The care he takes with me in this moment, how quickly he adjusts to increase my pleasure, theperfect anguish of being joined with someone who seems toseeme.
Imperfect in every way, and yet someone to be valued, to be desired, to beliked.
I want it to last forever. I want to keep riding him for all eternity, to never have to leave this moment.
“Gemma,” he rasps. He hardly sounds like himself. “Gemma, baby, rub your clit for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.” All the while, he keeps me moving in that very specific rhythm that has him rubbing against my G-spot.
I snake a hand between my thighs and stroke my clitoris with the same pressure and motion he used with his tongue earlier. It seems impossible that it would get better, and yet that added stimulation has my body taking over. I grind down onto him, onto my fingers, chasing my own pleasure even as he curses and digs his heels into the mattress, driving up into me.
“Gemma!” His orgasm erupts into me, bringing a new surge of his tangled glory of emotions. I can’t tell if it’s the physical or emotional that pushes me over the edge, but I’m coming. I cry out his name as every bone in my body seems to turn liquid. For a moment, I panic that I’m shifting on accident and about to traumatize us both, but it’s just joy that has me collapsing on his chest and kissing him deeply.
Caleb holds me tightly to his heaving chest. “Holy shit.”
“That was amazing.” I kiss his chest, his shoulder, his jaw. I want to stay like this forever. What would happen if we never left this room? We only talked for a short while in the grand scheme of things; surely he has so many stories to tell, a lifetime’s worth of experiences to share. And I suppose I do, too, even if most of mine has been spent in one version of training or another. Ihavelearned a lot, even if I could never successfully bring it to practical use.
Caleb goes tense beneath me, and fear spikes the space between us. “Gemma?”
“What’s wrong?” I lift my head, ready to search his face for what I could have possibly done to scare himnow, only to find that he’s not looking at me. He’s staring to the side ... at the closet. I twist to follow his gaze. “What is it?”
“I just saw two ...” He clears his throat. “Two eyes. Very large eyes. In my closet.”
Oh no.I slither off him and jump to my feet. “I have to go.”
“Gemma—”
“This was so good.” I can’t stop myself from kissing him. “Thank you.”
“Gemma, wait.” He grabs for my hand. Misses. “When will I see you again?”
Dread is a weight in my gut. It’s not sunrise yet. There’s no reason someone would have come looking for me, and yet that’s clearly what happened. “I don’t know.”
“Gemma—”
“I’m sorry.” It’s too late. I’m already across the room and standing in front of the closet. I can’t stop myself from looking over my shoulder, from memorizing exactly how he looks right now, rumpled from spending so much time chasing pleasure with me. Gods, my heart aches. “Goodbye, Caleb.”
Chapter 6
What have you done?”
I barely make it through the portal before giant clawed hands grab my shoulders and shove me against a wall. Maybe I should be relieved to recognize Ralph, but the disappointment coming off him in noxious waves ruins any chance of that. “I fed. You should be happy.” The words come out small. I know this isn’t how I’msupposedto feed. There are rules and regulations for every type of interaction with humans. You get your job and you do it. You don’tdeviate.
