Chapter 51: Pleasure (M)
At first, Lethia only wanted to treat what she did with Caelum tonight like any typical one-night stand. No strings, no heart attached—just lust, raw and honest, to satisfy each other’s craving.
But fate, of course, had a habit of twisting the simplest plans into something messier.
There was this quiet flutter of comfort in Lethia’s chest, the way Caelum treated her so gently, like she was more than just a body. Somehow, after tonight, she didn’t think she’d shut herself off if the chance to know him deeper came knocking.
Caelum laid her down again on the bed.
But this time, something had shifted. He felt more possessive—his hands wasted no time, already roaming over her body like he owned every damn inch.
Their lips still tangled in a heated kiss, one of Caelum’s hands began caressing her thigh. Maybe he was losing patience, because he kept squeezing it like she was a soft sponge made just for his grip.
From stroking and kneading her thigh, his hand trailed to the center, his fingers finally finding her folds.
"Mhhmmpp..." Her moan was swallowed by the kiss, her back arching as Caelum gently brushed the outer edges of her folds.
The way he touched her—slow and torturous—made her body tremble and writhe with every careful stroke.
God, she wished his fingers would just slip inside, the way her body kept jolting, practically begging him to.
Caelum broke the kiss, both of them breathless, and pulled his hand away from her center.