Free Web NovelChapter 138: Chapter 138 Honesty
Sylvia’s POV
Caesar’s heated gaze locked with mine as he backed me against the bedroom door, his powerful body caging me in.
"You want honesty?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made my wolf whine with need. "Fine. I’ve wanted you since the moment I caught your scent three years ago. I’ve been going out of my mind watching you waste your time on a male who could never deserve you."
I placed my palm against his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath my touch. "Caesar, I need to know there won’t be secrets between us. If we’re truly mates—"
He silenced me with a kiss that stole the breath from my lungs, his lips claiming mine with a possessiveness that made my knees weak. When he finally pulled back, his eyes had darkened to midnight blue, the wolf in him clearly fighting for control.
"Tonight isn’t about the past," he growled, trailing his lips down my neck to the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my throat. "It’s about us. Here. Now."
My body betrayed my resolve as a moan escaped my lips. "But—"
"Trust me, little wolf," he whispered against my skin. "Just for tonight, let everything else go." freёwebnovel.com
His hands slid down my sides, fingers digging into my hips as he lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, the hard evidence of his desire pressing against my core through our clothes.
"I need you to say it," Caesar demanded, his forehead pressed against mine. "Tell me you want this."
The last of my resistance crumbled as my wolf howled within me, recognizing her mate on a primal level I couldn’t deny.
"I want you," I breathed, threading my fingers through his dark hair. "All of you."
That was all it took. With a growl that vibrated through his chest, Caesar carried me to the massive bed that dominated the room, laying me down with unexpected gentleness before covering my body with his own.
"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this," he confessed, his hands making quick work of my clothes. Each newly exposed inch of skin received his devoted attention—lips, teeth, and tongue marking me as his in a way that transcended words. ƒrēewebnovel.com
When we were both finally bare, Caesar paused, drinking in the sight of me spread beneath him. The intensity of his gaze made me feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful.
"You’re mine," he said, the words both a statement and a vow. "My mate. My Luna."
"Prove it," I challenged, arching into his touch.
His answering smile was pure predator. "With pleasure."
What followed was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Caesar worshipped my body with the devotion of a man who’d found salvation in my skin. His fingers and mouth played me like an instrument he’d studied for years, bringing me to the edge again and again before finally allowing me release.
When he finally claimed me completely, the bond between us flared to life—a brilliant, blinding connection that made every nerve ending sing. I felt him not just physically but in my soul, our wolves recognizing each other in a way that defied human understanding.
"Look at me," he commanded as we moved together, his rhythm relentless and perfect. "I want to see your eyes when you come apart for me."
The possessiveness in his voice pushed me over the edge, my release washing over me in waves as Caesar followed, his powerful body tensing above me as he growled my name like a prayer.
Afterward, he gathered me against his chest, one hand stroking lazily up and down my spine as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
"That was..." I began, words failing me.
"Just the beginning," Caesar promised, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Sleep now, little wolf. I’ve got you."
Safe in my mate’s arms, I surrendered to exhaustion, our scents mingled so thoroughly that even in sleep, my wolf knew she was home.
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I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the tantalizing aroma of coffee and bacon. The bed beside me was empty but still warm, and as I stretched, delicious soreness reminded me of exactly what had transpired the night before.
A smile tugged at my lips as I spotted a neatly folded silk robe at the foot of the bed. I slipped it on, inhaling Caesar’s scent that clung to the fabric before padding barefoot toward the kitchen.
The sight that greeted me was almost as delicious as the man himself: Caesar standing shirtless at the stove, wearing only low-hanging sweatpants as he flipped pancakes with practiced ease. His back muscles rippled with each movement, the tattoo of a howling wolf visible between his shoulder blades.
"Good morning," I said, leaning against the doorframe.
He turned, his eyes warming as they took in my tousled appearance. "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed."
"And deprive me of this view?" I gestured to his bare chest. "That would have been criminal."
Caesar laughed, the sound making my heart flutter. He moved toward me with that predatory grace that seemed effortless to him, pulling me into a kiss that promised a repeat of last night’s activities.
"Eat first," he murmured against my lips. "You’ll need your strength."
Over a breakfast that would have impressed a five-star restaurant—perfectly cooked eggs, crispy bacon, fluffy pancakes, and fresh fruit—we existed in a comfortable bubble, talking about everything and nothing. Yet despite the contentment humming through our bond, I couldn’t help noticing that whenever the conversation veered toward his business or family connections, Caesar smoothly redirected.
All too soon, reality intruded in the form of my phone alarm, reminding me of the morning meeting I couldn’t miss.
"I need to go." I said reluctantly, setting down my coffee cup.
Caesar nodded, his expression shifting subtly as he helped clear the dishes. "My driver can take you home to change, then to the office."
The familiar surroundings of my office helped ground me as I reviewed the day’s schedule. My international contact, John Sinclair from LC Company in France, had sent an urgent message overnight regarding our potential collaboration.
I immediately responded to his email, assuring him I’d draft the contract today for his review. After closing the chat window, I couldn’t suppress the ambitious gleam in my eyes.
John represented the perfect gateway to international markets. If I could secure this client, I’d establish a foothold for Frostline beyond our current territories. Once this channel was properly developed, our company would have unprecedented access to European connections and distribution networks.
With LC Company’s stellar reputation backing us, Frostline would be positioned for global expansion. I pulled up the contract template, determination flowing through my veins.
