Flawless Prize

Mine.

I feel a rush of possession. This magnificent, infuriating, wickedly capable man is mine now. My fiancé.

My future husband.

I draw back, gasping for air. “We’re really doing this?” I say, gazing at the ring in a daze.

“We’re doing this,” Caleb vows. We gaze at each other for a split-second, than all the passion suddenly explodes. Our hands are on each other, our mouths tangle in a furious dance. Caleb shoves me back against the wall, yanking my shirt open, and feasting on my breasts.

I moan, his tongue rasping roughly over the silk of my bra. He nips at my nipple lightly through the fabric, making me gasp, and then sucks it into his mouth until I’m whimpering for more.

“Caleb… !”

“That’s right, say my name,” he growls, yanking my bra down, and suckling on my stiff, aching peaks. “Scream it so loud, they call the cops. Because it’s the only fucking name you’ll ever need again.”

“Yes, Caleb!” I reach for him, just as hungry to claim his body. I pull his shirt off, running my hands over his bare chest, and then down, down to rub his cock through his jeans. He’s stiff and hard, straining to be freed, and fuck if I don’t feel a rush of damp heat, already needing him inside me.

Where he belongs.

“Bedroom. Now.” Caleb pulls me after him, practically carrying me down the hall. He strips off the rest of his clothes as we go, so by the time we reach the bed, he’s naked. Like a Greek statue, chiseled and perfect.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart. I’m going to gorge on that sweet cunt.”

Caleb shoves me back on the bed, gripping my thighs and spreading them wide before he dives for my pussy. His tongue is hot and demanding, and with the first long swoop of my clit, I cry out in pleasure.

Fuck, yes!

I grab the bedframe and hang on tight, arching up as he devours me, licking and sucking at my clit, spearing me with his tongue, a frenzy of sensation that sends me spiraling higher, higher—

“Oh my god!”

I come with a cry, legs clamping tightly around his head as the climax rips through me. And Caleb keeps on licking right through it, wringing another swift climax out of me before he pulls away.

“Easy baby, that was just the warm-up,” he says with a wicked smile, as I fight to collect myself again.

Warm? I’m downright blazing now, my core aching with the sharp need to be filled.

I sit up, heart racing. “I want to touch you,” I say, taking in the sight of him.

Caleb holds his arms wide. “Take whatever you want, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

Mine.

There it is again, that hot burst of possession. Caleb climbs beside me on the bed, and I waste no time before exploring his body, leaning in to kiss his neck, hands sliding over his lean muscles, tongue teasing at his nipples and torso.

Caleb groans, his cock jerking as my hair brushes past him. “You’re torturing me,” he growls.

“Patience,” I coo, loving the power as I slowly close my hand around his cock. He’s leaking from the tip, and I lean over to lick it up, savoring the salty tang.

“Fuck,” he gasps, falling back on to his elbows. “Juliet…”

But I don’t hurry. Increasing the pressure, I fist him in my hand, and slowly start to pump. Up and down, working the shaft, teasing my thumb over his thick head as Caleb’s body tenses and flinches beneath me.

“Where do you think you should come?” I muse, tormenting him. “My mouth? On my breasts? Or buried deep in my wet cunt?”

“None of the above.”

Caleb suddenly sits up, and pulls my hand away, that dominant look in his eyes again.