Book 16: Stairway to Heaven

Lexa

Kaleb exhales sharply, shuddering, as he draws his fingers out of my pussy. They glisten, and he closes his eyes, pressing them back in slowly, tenderly, his thumb drawing a lazy, achingly slow circle over my clit.

I’m torn between the sharp ache of dizzying pleasure simmering in my belly and the defeated, almost lost look on his face, yet I still arch into the touch, whimpering his name, tears of want beginning to shimmer along my lower lashes as he draws a sharp moan from my lips.

“I can’t take it,” I plead, on the verge of sobbing. “Kaleb, I need you. I want you inside me. Please–I’ll do anything. Goddess, I’ll do anything–” Another sharp moan echoes against the stone walls of the stairwell when he curls his fingers inside of me. I throw my head back, my neck bent, and while I cry out, he closes his mouth against the base of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. The fine threads of our bond shiver, sending a rush of heat fanning over my skin,