Page 50 of Vicious Impulses (The Capo and Ballerina)

This must be what desire feels like.

Caelian overtakes me on the bed. His body is a work of genetic perfection. Shoulders wide and rock hard like they’re made of steel. A broad chest that’s carved by muscles and inked with tattoos. A waist and hips that are trim and defined by sharp V lines pointing straight at his eye-catching appendage. Thighs that are as bulging as his arms and dominate with every powerful stride of his.

Being overtaken by Caelian is like being consumed by an inescapable hurricane. He holds me down and tells me all the ways he’s about to devour me.

“I want to make every part of you mine,” he groans, burying his face into my neck. I squirm under him and try to wiggle my way to freedom, but it’s no use.

I’m his for the taking… and for once, I’m excited. My sex is still slick. It’s throbbing for more.

“The scent of you,bella,” he says, kissing my throat, then traveling down its column ’til he reaches the smooth outline of my chest and shoulders. “Fuck, the feel of this soft skin. You aren’t an angel. You’re a fucking goddess.”

My teeth bite down on my bottom lip as he proceeds to show me the truth of his words. He kisses my breasts. Suckles them. Nibbles ’til my nipples twinge with light pain but also pleasure that radiates across my breasts. He continues, pinning me down, devouring me all over.

I’m made to lay under the heavy, muscled weight of him ’til he’s licked me from my mouth to the slit between my thighs. I pulse against his mouth, and he darts his tongue inside of me, groaning at how wet he finds me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says. “Is this from earlier? Is this all for me?”

“Caelian!” I gasp out in utter shock as his lips suckle at my lips.

Myotherlips.

I don’t think. I move, grinding against his face as he sucks and licks me up some more. The same intense pleasure I’d experienced in the dining room returns two-fold. Maybe because I’m more sensitive. I’m on edge as he resumes what we started earlier.

Blood surges to my sex. My… mypussy.

The word still feels so dirty, so naughty as it rings through my head the same way pleasure rings through me.

I’ve never been the woman that’s sexual. That knows what she’s doing or has the faintest clue about how to arouse men.

Yet I have a man that’s the size of a beast with his head dutifully buried between my thighs. He’s feeding on me like I’m the nourishment he needs to live, groaning and lapping at me. I rock my hips along with him and decide to let go.

Give into pleasure.

Maybe these moments between Caelian and I can be enjoyable after all.

He proves so in the next moment—his busy, lengthy tongue finishes me off a second time. With long strokes that inflict the right amount of warm pressure, I’m arching halfway off the bed. The cry I let out doesn’t even sound like me.

It’s a breathless whimper that only makes Caelian grin.

“Ismia bella ballerinafeeling good?” he asks, pressing kisses onto my lips.

At the sweet, tart flavor of his kiss it occurs to me I’m tasting myself. The naughtiness of it intensifies my orgasm. My pussy throbs and a pool of my juices slick my thighs and coat myself. I can feel it without even reaching down to make sure.

All things that turn Caelian on. He’s deepened our kiss. He’s holding me down with his muscled weight and positioning his thick appendage at my entrance. He slicks himself with me and tells me how good my juices feel on him.

“So fucking wet. So fucking good,” he growls. His penis rubs against the length of my pussy in what becomes an unbearable tease.

I whimper and gyrate against him in a beg for more. For the real him sliding into me. He manages a throaty laugh before he captures my lips once more.

“Do I feel just as good to you as you feel to me? Tell me,bella.”

There’s something filthy about the nickname that had previously gone undiscovered. In the moment, as he smacks his penis against my glistening slit, seconds away from penetrating me, the nickname makes me shiver.

“Yes,” I choke out, seeking his mouth. “You feel… oh, Caelian. You’re so big.”

“You’re going to take me,bella. Every inch stretching you out. But it’ll feel good too. I promise.”

His reassuring words as he grants me the kiss I’m seeking makes me feel more secure than I’ve ever felt in bed with him. A level of trust I’ve never had in him before as he guides himself into me and I moan at his girth. He’s no less affected—he takes on an intoxicated look as he slides inside, inch by inch, and revels in what it feels like.