NALEDI’S POV
I almost regretted my words. The keyword being almost.
Caellum pounded into me with a vengeance that made my eyes roll back in pleasure. How could I regret my words when they brought me to this?
Getting royally fucked out of my wits.
A loud moan escaped my throat and I heard the door shut as I held onto the table for my dear life. The men didn’t have their legs glued to the floor after all.
Caellum was a beast. Making do with his words as he fucked me to oblivion. I couldn’t think straight. Right on the table, he fucked me to ecstasy, getting me off only to begin another round of hard and fast sex. Precisely hitting all the right places.
Everything soon became a blur, as we fucked on every darned surface of the sitting room, breathing harshly and giving into the haze of never-ending lust. The last round took place on the wall.
Right beside the Television that hung firmly on the wall. Caellum brought my leg up to his shoulder, holding me in place as he stroked me gently. Looking into my eyes.
For some reason, it was different. Gone was the raging beast he’d been all night. The raging beast I had more than enjoyed. But hell was this a lot more better. Slow, steady and if I wasn’t stupid, I’d say hitting the heart.
It felt like he was apologizing for something. Like he was trying to communicate something as he fucked me flush against the wall. I let my eyes peer into his and the intensity of it made my heart skip.
With his dick buried deep inside me, moving in and out as he pressed me against the wall. I sucked in a breath when he kissed my neck. “Mine..”
His voice vibrated into my ears, causing a similar reaction down my core. I spluttered down there. In every sense of the word.
I moaned, hating how soft and touchy-feely this was getting. I couldn’t let myself get confused. I thrust my hips forward, trying to increase the pace, trying to get him out of this sober round of sex but he didn’t budge.
Caellum held me tight when he noticed my motive and continued his slow assault until I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his face and gave him a kiss that turned sloppy when he gave me one perfect stroke.
“More…” I moaned against him. “Fuck me, Caellum. Hard.”
He shook his head, “You need to remember.” One powerful thrust. “You need to remember this feeling, baby.” He grunted, “How perfect we are for each other.”
I made to speak but my words lodged in my throat. The atmosphere was taut, filled with unspoken words. Unspoken desires as his teeth grazed my neck. The part where his mark was supposed to be.
Sparks came alive as he nibbled right there. Showing me just how perfect it would be if we gave in to this bond that bound us and explored deeper into our relationship.
I shook my head at the thought. I couldn’t be thinking about this. Scratch that. I shouldn’t be thinking at all. This was supposed to be a mindless fuck that would enable prove how meaningless he was in the grand scheme of things.
How little I regarded him. Just like he did me.
I wasn’t cut out for this. I needed to bring it to an end. Selfishly, I let myself bask in the feeling of being fucked like a girlfriend. Like I was loved. Because I figured this would be the last time so I better enjoy it while it lasted.
We reached our high together and I grew weak, falling against him. Like the perfect gentleman, Caellum took me up bridal style and led us back to the room.
As he climbed the stairs, I felt fragile. Without a doubt, I knew that Caellum had made do with his words. I didn’t need a soothsayer to know I couldn’t walk. At least not right now. And definitely not properly in the following day.
I let out a comfortable sigh as my body hit the soft mattress. Caellum hovered around me for some time. It seemed like he was trying to say something but couldn’t quite get it out of him.
I didn’t have the strength to coerce it out of him either so I guess we were going to shelf that in the to-be-continued pile. My eyes were droopy and the last thing I heard before I drifted into a dreamless sleep was two words I never thought I’d get the privilege to hear from Caellum.
Two words that changed the dynamics between us and gave us a brand-new start. Even if I didn’t know it at the time.
“I’m sorry.”
*****
I woke up the next day spooned around Caellum.
How did I know that? A couple of reasons if I was being honest. First, the sparks. One would think I had gotten used to them by this time but I tell you they were new every morning.
The delicious currents that bobbled under my skin with every little interaction between our bodies and sometimes just when he spoke. The mate bond made it so I couldn’t think straight with the tingly sensations it brought whenever he was around.
It was one of the woes of having a mate, I tell you.
Secondly, the body heat. The sweet scent of sandalwood that seemed to be the order of the day when he was around and lest I forget, his morning wood.
Mini-Caellum was wide awake and at attention. Poking at my vagina like he wanted in. And boy did I want in too except I was feeling sore. The soreness borderlined pain and although I knew I would be forgetting about that as soon as he got in but I just wasn’t up for it.
“You’re awake,” Caellum spoke without opening his eyes.
And those stupid butterflies came alive. As well as the tingly sensations. Not to talk of the sparks.
“And you are on my bed.” My tone was less than friendly.
All was right in the world again.