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Pulling his mouth from my core, and sinks his teeth into my thigh, “That’s it, my little lunatic. Let go of it all. Of everything and give me every goddamn drop of your forbidden juice,”
I can barely think, barely breathe, the world spinning around me as his mouth slams back down on me. Two of his fingers slide inside me, hooking before they begin to pump in and out in slow, deep, demanding motions. I’m lost in the sensation, in the heat, the rush, and the guttural need my body is demanding. My heart pounds in my chest, the high from the cocaine making it all too much, too fast, and yet, I don’t fucking care.
I want more. I need more.
“Caius-” I whimper, nearing the edge.
Caius looks up at me, his eyes dark and filled with something that sends another shiver through me. He knows exactly what he’s doing, exactly how to drive me crazy, how to push me right to the edge and hold me there, teetering between pleasure and oblivion.
“That’s it. See, how fucking good it feels to let go. To drown in the forbidden and not give a fuck what people think. Because it doesn’t fucking matter what anyone else thinks. All that matters is us. Right here, right now, and how fucking good it feels when we’re together,” he explains. He’s right. I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. At this moment, it doesn’t matter to me what they’d say. How they’d feel about what we’re doing.
All that matters is with him; everything is numb. There’s no pain. No guilt or grief. Only pleasure, and fuck if it isn’t intoxicating.
“Fuck me, Caius. Please,” I beg. Words I never thought I’d speak, but right now, he’s all I want. This is all I fucking want. I’m lost in the moment, in the high, in the way he makes me feel like nothing else in the world matters but this, but him, but the pleasure he’s pulling from me. The rest of the world fades away, and for a little while, there’s nothing but us and the rush of the high.
Caius’s eyes burn with a mix of triumph and desire as he looks up at me, his face half-shadowed in the dim light. His lips curve into a slow, knowing smile, the kind that sends goosebumps prickling along my skin and makes my breath catch in my throat. He’s won, and he knows it. I can see it in the way his gaze never leaves mine, in the way his hands grip my hips as if claiming me.
I’m trembling, my resolve shattered, the last remnants of control slipping through my fingers. But I need this—need him—and he can see it all over my face. He rises slowly, his body unfolding with a lethal grace, never breaking eye contact.
“Say it,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, a challenge wrapped in a caress. “Tell me what you want, Tatum.”
His words send a thrill through me, a mix of fear, but it’s easily outweighed by desire. I swallow hard, my voice barely a whisper, but I know he hears it. “I want you, Caius… please.”
His smile deepens, satisfaction flickering in his eyes as he steps closer, his body pressing against mine. “Are you finally ready to be mine?” he whispers against my ear, his breath hot on my skin, sending a wave of heat through me. His hand slips between us, and I gasp as he touches me. His skilled fingers work my sensitive clit like they know exactly how to unravel me.
The tension between us is unbearable, the need for release coiling tighter inside me with every second. Every swirl of his fingers. I arch into him, my hands clutching at his shoulders, desperate for more. He moves his hand away, teasing me with the sudden loss of contact, and I can’t hold back the whimper of frustration.
“Patience, little lunatic,” he murmurs, his voice thick with dark amusement. “I’ll give you what you need, but on my fucking terms.”
His words only make me ache more, but before I can protest, he’s lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he slams my back against the wall. His mouth crashes against mine, and I kiss him back with all the desperation I feel, all the pent-up emotion I’ve been trying to bury. His taste is a mix of salt and something darker, almost metallic, like the edge of danger always lingering around him. There's a lingering hint of the cigarettes he smokes and a faint taste of the whiskey he drank last night, but both are overpowered by the taste of me that still coats his lips.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged as he slides his pants down, freeing his cock. “Say it,” he asks, his voice strained, his control slipping. “Say you’re fucking mine because there’s no going back after this.”
“I’m yours-” I breathe, my voice trembling with need. “Please, Caius… I’m yours.”
That’s all it takes. He doesn’t wait any longer, his control snapping as he enters me in one fluid motion. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure immediate, and I gasp as my nails dig into his back, and he fills me completely.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” Caius groans against my neck, his voice a low, guttural sound as he starts to move, slow and deliberate at first, like he’s savoring every second. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me in place as he picks up the pace, each thrust driving me higher, closer to the edge.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice thick with desire. “I want to see you when you fall apart for me. I want to watch our parent’s precious little princess crumble on my cock,”
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze, and the intensity there nearly undoes me. It’s too much—the heat between us, the way he’s looking at me like he’s never wanted anything more than this. Than to break me.
“Caius…” I gasp, my voice breaking as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.
“Let. Go,” he commands, his lips brushing against mine as he drives into me harder, faster. Each thrust has his control slipping away. “Come with me, Tatum. Now.”
And I do. The release crashes over me, blinding and all-consuming, pulling me under as I cling to him, crying out his name. He follows a moment later, a strangled groan escaping his lips as he finds his own release, his body tensing against mine before he collapses into me, both of us trembling, spent.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, the feel of his heart pounding against mine, the reality of what just happened settling in. But even now, with the high and the pleasure fading, there’s a part of me that knows I’ve crossed a line I can never uncross. And that thought both thrills and terrifies me.
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Phix,Call Me Karizma - War
Later that night…
The night air is thick with anticipation, the kind that clings to your skin and seeps into your bones, making your pulse quicken with every breath. It’s the kind of night where the world feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for something to happen, something dark and irreversible. I can feel it in my veins, a low hum of excitement that thrums just beneath the surface. Tonight is the night I take things one step further with Tatum when it comes to bringing her into my world.
