Page 52 of Vicious Impulses (The Capo and Ballerina)
He groans. I glance down to spot his penis giving a twitch of agreement.
My cheeks warm as self-doubt lingers. “You’re serious? You really think so?”
“Yes. Fucking sexy as hell. Can’t you see how gorgeous and sexy you are?” He drops many little kisses on my throat, allowing his large, warm palm to slide over my stomach and breasts.
His hands on my naked skin feels so good. Addictively so. I almost release a small moan of my own.
“Ballerinas aren’t sexy. I’ve never thought of myself that way. I don’t have the kind of body that’s normally… you know… I don’t have any curves.”
“We must be staring at two separate bodies. You’ve got an ass I love to grip,” he says, slipping an arm around to palm my backside. His gaze drops to my chest. “And these fucking breasts. These nipples.”
I’ve never felt so wanted and desired. The foreign feeling makes me come alive. Awakens some deep-buried feminine sensuality that has me drinking in his words and acting on them. I press my soft, petite body into his and chase his mouth with my own. My hand wraps around his girthy shaft and begins stroking him in the way my instincts guide me to.
“Then show me how I am, Cael,” I whisper against his lips. “Make me take you. I want all of you.”
A thunderous growl rumbles from his chest as he pins me under him once more. “Be careful what you ask for. The night’s still early,bella. I can have this whole hotel hearing your screams.”
My body shudders at the threat. It shouldn’t excite me. Yet it does.
Caelian’s right. The night’s still young and just getting started…
* * *
I wake to a cracked groan of pain. It takes a second before the bleariness from sleep wears off and I’m able to place myself. I’m lying nestled in bed among thousand-thread-count sheets and the luxurious duvet that’s heavy but warm.
The room’s tinted dark blue, telling me it’s in between the hours of midnight and sunrise. I’ve been asleep for hours.
The cracked groan sounds again, and it occurs to my slow-working brain where it’s coming from.
Peeking over my shoulder, I find Caelian at my side, breathing erratically. From what little I can see in the dark room, his face isn’t peaceful and serene like it should be during sleep. Instead, his features are pulled tight. His teeth are gritted and he’s clutching a hand to his chest.
I blink several more times to make sure I’m seeing what I think I’m seeing.
Then, it crashes down on me at once, jolting me fully awake.
He’s in pain.
Deep, unspeakable pain.
“Caelian,” I gasp, sitting up on my knees at his side. “Caelian, wake up. What do you need? What’s wrong?”
He groans trying to answer, then grips a fistful of my satin nighty to pull me closer. “Nevi,” he chokes out. “Nevi… in the refrigerator… my medication.”
“Stay put. I’ll grab it!”
I leap off the bed in a move similar to a saut de chat. I land gracefully on my feet before taking off from our bedroom into the rest of the penthouse suite. My quickness comes in handy, taking me from one end to the other of the massive suite within a few short seconds.
I grab the black briefcase-like nylon bag from inside the fridge and then speed my way back to Caelian. The moment I’m returning to the room, I’m throwing myself onto the bed.
“I have it. What should I do?”
“The vial,” he pants through the pain. “The syringe.”
Understanding his shorthand speech, I scurry to zip open the bag and grab the items. My hands shake as I fill the syringe with the clear liquid from the vial. I’ve never used a syringe myself before; I’ve never had to stick anyone with a needle before.
“My chest,” he begs.
“What if I do it wrong and hurt you?”