Free Web NovelChapter 218: Chapter 218
Riley’s POV
Cane Dravenmoor.
The name rolled off my tongue like a dare, low and rough, and I felt the way his body tensed above me the second it landed.
He was still braced on his hands, arms locked on either side of my head, his chest hovering just inches from mine so I could feel the heat pouring off him through his shirt.
My ribs ached from the fall, a sharp throb that mixed with the pulse already beating between my legs but I didn’t care. Right now I wanted him to feel me a bit.
I kept my fingers wrapped tight around his forearm, the muscle there hard and corded under my palm.
Slowly, I slid my hand up, tracing the thick vein that ran along the inside of his arm until I reached the sleeve of his shirt. My fingertips slipped beneath the hair shirt, brushing his bare skin-hot and smooth with the faint tremor that told me he wasn’t as in control as he wanted to look.
"Riley," he warned, voice gravel-deep, but he didn’t pull away.
I ignored the warning. My other hand came up, flat against his chest, right over his heart. It hammered hard against my palm, steady and strong, and I pressed harder, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing quicken.
The fabric of his shirt was warm from his body heat. I dragged my nails down slowly, right over one flat nipple of his and felt it pebble instantly under the light scrape of my fingers.
His breath hitched. Perfect, I had an impact on him.
I kept going, my palm sliding lower and mapping the hard ridges of his abs through the shirt until my fingers reached the waistband of his pants. I didn’t dip inside. I just let my fingertips rest there, teasing the edge, feeling the way his stomach tightened like he was fighting not to push into my touch.
"You’re hard already," I whispered, my voice husky. I could feel the thick line of his cock pressing against my thigh where his hips had settled between my legs. It twitched when I said it, growing heavier and straining against the front of his pants like it wanted out.
"I can feel you throbbing against me, Cane."
He growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated straight through his chest into my hand. His arms shook a little, like he was holding himself back with every ounce of strength he had.
I loved it. I hated how much I loved it.
My hand on his chest moved again slowly, circling one nipple through the shirt before pinching it lightly between my thumb and finger.
He jerked above me, his hips rocking forward once and involuntarily, grinding that hard cock against my thigh and sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core. I was getting wet just from this, from touching him, from feeling him fight it.
"Stop Riley," he said, but his voice was rougher now, edged with something dark and needy.
I didn’t stop. I let my fingers trail back up, tracing the line of his collarbone, then down the center of his chest again, this time slipping two buttons open so I could touch skin on skin.
The moment my fingertips met the warm, bare plane of his chest, a low groan slipped out of him. His skin was fever-hot, smooth except for the faint trail of hair that led down toward his waistband. I followed it with my nails, light scratches that made his abs flex hard under my hand.
"Fuck, Riley," he muttered. His cock was fully hard now, hard and heavy, pressing insistently against my thigh like it had a pulse of its own.
I shifted my leg just enough to rub against it, slow and intentional, feeling the length of him slide along my inner thigh through our clothes. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
The friction made him exhale sharply through his nose, and I felt a bead of pre-cum soak through his pants and dampen my skin.
I kept my eyes locked on his face the whole time, watching the way his jaw clenched tight, the way his pupils blew wide and dark. He was breathing harder, his chest rising and falling fast under my palm and every time I dragged my hand lower, teasing closer to that straining bulge, his hips gave a tiny, helpless thrust forward like he couldn’t help it.
My own body was on fire. My nipples were tight and aching under my shirt, pussy slick and clenching around nothing but I held myself. This was about him. About making him lose it just from my hands on his body, from the way I was seducing every inch of him without even doing much yet.
I slipped my hand fully under his shirt now, my palm flat against his lower stomach, feeling the heat and the way his muscles jumped at every touch.
I dragged my nails down again, harder this time, right to the edge of his pants, then hooked one finger just inside the waistband, brushing the base of his cock where it was trapped. The skin there was scorching hot, velvet-soft and he groaned loud enough that the sound echoed in the room.
"You’re fucking hard for me," I said, voice low and raw. "I can feel how much you want to push inside me right now. How much your cock is leaking just from my hands on you."
His arms trembled harder. A drop of sweat slid down the side of his neck and I wanted to lick it off, but I didn’t. Instead I wrapped my fingers around the thick base of his cock through his pants, squeezing it just enough to feel him throb in my grip.
"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, his hips jerking forward again, grinding that heavy length against my palm and my thigh at the same time.
I stroked him slowly through the fabric-long, firm pulls from base to tip, feeling every vein, every twitch, every time his cock pulsed hotter and harder in my hand.
His breathing was ragged now, almost panting and the look in his eyes was pure hunger mixed with something close to pain.
"Riley... I can’t-" he started, but the words cut off when I squeezed the head of his cock, my thumb circling the wet spot where he was leaking for me.
"You can," I whispered. "Feel me touching you. Feel how much your body wants this. Your cock is so swollen it’s going to burst if you don’t let me keep going."
He was shaking now, every muscle in his arms and chest locked tight as he fought the urge to thrust into my hand. I kept stroking him filthily, feeling the way his balls drew up tight against my thigh, the way his cock jerked and leaked more with every pass of my fingers.
Then, all at once, he snapped.
With a sound that was half growl, half groan, Cane pushed himself off me with every ounce of strength he had left.
His arms shoved him backward so fast my hand slipped off his cock, and he stumbled off the bed, his chest heaving, cock still rock-hard and tenting the front of his pants like it was trying to rip through the fabric.
"Rest," he rasped, his voice wrecked and raw. His eyes were wild, pupils blown and face flushed dark. "You need to rest. I’m-I’m going to see Gunnar."
He didn’t wait for me to answer. He turned and walked out, the door slamming hard behind him, leaving me lying there on the bed with my heart hammering, my body aching and the image of his throbbing cock still burning against my palm.
Fuck Riley, you almost got him!
Just then I hear a tiny voice echo in the room "Aemoria"
