Page 96 of When the Storm Breaks
He hums, like he’s pleased. Like healready knows the answer.
His voice drops even lower, curling around me like sin. “Did you touch yourself, Calla?”
I stop breathing.
He tilts his head, watching me squirm beneath his stare. His fingers drag a slow line down the center of my chest—purposely avoiding where I need him most.
“Wondering what it would be like?”
I don’t answer. I can’t admit it.
Because I did. I have.
Haiyden exhales a low, knowing breath.
“Or did you want to sit in it?” His lips curve slightly, almost cruel. “Feel the wetness drip down your thighs in front of me? Feel your pretty little nipples harden while you sit across the bar…”
His hands skim lower, teasing the curve of my hip.
“So you could go home and fuck yourself in the dark, thinking of me anyway?”
A strangled sound catches in my throat.
And fuck, he knows.
A faint smirk ghosts across his lips, but his eyes are hungry.
“That’s what you do, isn’t it?” he murmurs, leaning in, breath hot against my lips. “You think about me when you come.”
I don’t answer.
He hums a dark, knowing sound as his fingers trail down my sides. My stomach clenches under his touch.
And in one swift motion, he grips my waist with one hand and yanks his shirt over his head with the other.
Bare, Haiyden is devastating—sharp angles, lean muscle, tension carved into every line. A body built for destruction.
My hands move before I can stop them. Fingers skate over hard ridges, smooth planes, taut lines. He shudders, muscles flexing under my touch.
But when I look up, he’s not watching my hands.
He’s watching me.
When he finally speaks, his voice is wrecked, thick with command.
“Show me.”
My stomach flips.
“Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me, Calla.”
My pulse slams against my ribs. I should feel embarrassed—but I don’t. Because the way he says it, the way he watches me… it makes me brave.
But I hesitate. And he sees it.
“Open your legs.” His voice drops an octave. “Now.”
A shaky exhale leaves me. My thighs part. My fingers skim lower, my eyelids fluttering closed as I drag over my clit.
