Free Web NovelChapter 94: Chapter 94 Strike Back
Sylvia’s POV
The next second the picture came back to me.
A moment captured between him and Helena—heads bent close, her hand on his arm, both looking entirely too intimate.
For a split second, I considered showing it to him, demanding answers.
But what was the point? Even if nothing had happened, he’d allowed her to get that close.
He entered her private space, into a private room, alone.
And wasn’t that betrayal enough?
"It doesn’t matter," I whispered, turning my face away from him.
"It matters to me," he growled, gently but firmly turning my face back to his.
His eyes had darkened to storm clouds, intense and focused solely on me. "Everything about you matters to me."
His hand slid down to the belt of my robe, tugging it loose before I could protest.
The soft material parted, exposing my naked skin to the cool air of the room.
My nipples hardened instantly, and I bit back a gasp.
"Caesar," I warned, but there was less conviction in my voice now.
"Tell me you don’t want this," he challenged, his large hand splaying across my bare stomach, the heat of his palm searing my skin. "Tell me to stop, and I will."
My wolf was practically purring now, pressing against the edges of my consciousness, urging me to surrender. To claim and be claimed.
Fine. If he wanted to play this game, I could play too.
"Don’t flatter yourself," I said coldly, even as my body arched into his touch. "Maybe I just need to scratch an itch. You’re convenient, that’s all."
Something dangerous flashed in his eyes—possessiveness, determination, and something darker I couldn’t name.
"Is that so?" His voice had dropped an octave, sending shivers racing down my spine. "Then let me be of service, Sivi."
Without warning, he captured my mouth in a searing kiss that stole the breath from my lungs.
His tongue swept past my lips, claiming my mouth with a possessiveness that made my toes curl. I tried to remain unaffected, to treat this like the meaningless encounter I’d claimed it was, but my body betrayed me. freewebnoveℓ.com
My hands, now freed, clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle beneath his shirt.
His hands were everywhere—sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples until I gasped into his mouth.
"Just convenient, am I?" he whispered against my lips, his hand traveling lower, tracing the curve of my hip, the inside of my thigh. "Let’s see how convenient you find me."
His fingers found me wet and ready, and a smug smile curved his lips. I wanted to slap it off his face. Or kiss it away. I wasn’t sure which.
"Shut up," I hissed, grabbing his face and pulling him back down to me.
He chuckled darkly but obliged, his mouth reclaiming mine as his fingers began a rhythmic assault on my most sensitive spot.
I arched against him, unable to stop the moan that escaped me.
His lips left mine to trail hot kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, until they reached my breast. When his mouth closed around my nipple, I nearly came undone right then.
"Caesar," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.
"Yes, Sivi?" he murmured against my skin, the vibration of his voice sending new waves of pleasure through me.
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t form words as his skilled fingers and mouth worked in tandem, driving me higher and higher.
But I wouldn’t give in that easily.
With a strength born of determination, I pushed against his shoulders, surprising him enough that he allowed me to flip our positions.
Now I straddled him, my robe falling completely open, my naked body fully exposed to his hungry gaze.
"If we’re doing this," I said, my voice husky with desire, "we’re doing it my way."
His eyes, now nearly black with lust, raked over me. His hands settled on my hips, thumbs tracing small circles on my skin.
"Whatever you want," he agreed, a hint of that smug smile returning. "I’m at your service."
I made quick work of his clothes, practically tearing his shirt in my haste to feel his bare skin against mine. When he was finally as naked as I was, I took a moment to admire him—all hard muscle and tanned skin, the evidence of his desire standing proud between us.
Without warning, I sank down onto him, taking him fully inside me in one swift motion.
We both groaned at the sensation, the perfect fit, the rightness of our bodies joined together.
"Fuck, Sivi," he growled, his hands tightening on my hips.
His hands roamed my body—cupping my breasts, tracing the curve of my spine, gripping my ass as I rode him. Every touch left fire in its wake, burning through my anger, my hurt, until all that remained was need.
When I felt myself getting close, I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest.
The change in angle made him hit that perfect spot inside me, and I couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped my lips.
Caesar’s hand moved between us, his thumb finding my center and pressing with just the right amount of pressure.
My rhythm faltered as pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine.
"That’s it," he encouraged, his voice rough with strain. "Let go for me, Sivi."
The sound of my name on his lips was my undoing.
I shattered around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me gasping and trembling.
He followed almost immediately, his release triggering another wave of pleasure through our bond.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me down to his chest as we both rode out the aftershocks.
For a few blissful moments, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the steady beat of his heart against my ear.
