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Chapter 243 243
Nova's POV

His mouth crashed against mine, hard and demanding, one hand fisting in my hair while the other gripped my waist and pulled me flush against him. It was possessive, consuming, meant to claim rather than ask.
And I kissed him back.
Goddess help me, I kissed him back. My hands came up to grip his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. My mouth opened under his and I met every stroke of his tongue with my own, anger bleeding into something hotter, more desperate.
He groaned against my lips, the sound vibrating through my chest, and backed me up until I hit the elevator wall. His body pressed against mine, hard planes and raw heat, and I could feel every inch of him. Feel what this was doing to him.
What it was doing to me.
His hand slid from my waist to my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. I gasped into his mouth and he swallowed the sound, kissing me deeper, harder, like he was trying to prove a point with his tongue.
When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. His eyes were still pure gold, blazing with heat and possession. My lips felt swollen, my body flushed and aching.
"You're mine," he said, his voice rough with lust. "Say it."
My head was reeling from the kiss. My body had turned to liquid heat, every nerve ending screaming for more. I couldn't think straight, couldn't remember why I'd been angry, couldn't focus on anything except the feel of him pressed against me and the need coiling tight in my belly.
Caden looked at me for a long moment, then reached over and slammed his hand against the emergency stop button.
The elevator jolted to a halt.
"Caden—" I started, but he was on me again, his mouth claiming mine with renewed intensity.
This kiss was different. Hungrier. His hands roamed my body with clear intent, one sliding up under my shirt to palm my breast through my bra while the other gripped my ass and pulled me tighter against the hard length of him pressing into my stomach.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands moving from his shirt to his hair, fingers threading through the thick strands and holding him to me. He made a growling sound low in his throat and kissed me harder, his tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that made my core clench with need.
His hand left my breast to work at the button of my jeans. I should stop this. Should push him away and tell him we couldn't do this in an elevator, in a hospital, when we'd just had a fight.
But I didn't.
I helped him, my fingers fumbling with his belt while he shoved my jeans and underwear down to my ankles in one rough motion. The cool air hit my heated skin and I shivered, but then his hand was between my legs and I stopped thinking entirely.
"Fuck," he breathed against my mouth, his fingers sliding through the wetness he found there. "You're so ready for me."
I couldn't respond. Could barely breathe as he worked me with his fingers, rough and efficient, bringing me right to the edge with a few expert strokes.
Then his hand was gone and I made a sound of protest that turned into a gasp when he spun me around and pressed me face-first against the elevator wall.
"Hands on the wall," he ordered, his voice rough. "Keep them there."
I braced my palms against the cool metal, my heart hammering. Behind me, I heard the sound of his zipper, the rustle of fabric. Then his hand was on my hip, positioning me, and I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
He pushed in with one hard thrust.
I cried out, the sound echoing in the small space. He was so deep like this, the angle making him feel impossibly big. My inner walls stretched and clenched around him, trying to accommodate the sudden invasion.
"Tell me you're mine," he growled against my ear, his chest pressed to my back. "Say it."
"Caden—"
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, making me see stars. "Say. It."
"I—" Another thrust, harder this time. My fingers scrabbled against the wall. "Yes! Yes, I'm yours!"
"Damn right you are." He set a brutal pace, fucking me hard and fast against the elevator wall. One hand gripped my hip with bruising force while the other came around to find my clit, circling it with rough precision that made my legs shake.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the elevator, obscene and raw. I could hear my own gasping breaths, the broken sounds I was making with each thrust. Could feel the coil of pleasure tightening impossibly tight in my belly.
"Who do you belong to?" His voice was ragged, his rhythm starting to lose its control. "Say my name."
"Caden," I gasped out. "I belong to you. Only you."
His fingers pressed harder against my clit and I shattered, my orgasm crashing through me with devastating force. My inner walls clenched rhythmically around him, milking him, and he groaned low and rough in my ear.
"That's it," he ground out. "Come for me. Show me who you belong to."
He thrust twice more, hard and deep, and then he was coming too. I felt the hot rush of his release filling me, felt his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied himself with a guttural sound that was more animal than human.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades. My legs were shaking so badly I would have collapsed if he wasn't holding me up.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out. I whimpered at the loss, at the sensation of his cum starting to leak out of me and down my thighs.
"Don't move," he said, his voice still rough. I heard him adjusting his clothes, then felt his hand between my legs with something soft—his handkerchief, I realized dimly. He cleaned me with surprising gentleness before helping me pull my underwear and jeans back up.
My hands were still shaking as I fastened the button. I couldn't look at him. Couldn't process what we'd just done.
Caden turned me around, his hand gentle on my chin as he tilted my face up to meet his eyes. The gold had started to fade, blue bleeding back through.
"You're mine," he said quietly. "And I'm yours. That's not changing, Nova. No matter how much you fight it."
I didn't have the energy to argue. Didn't have the words to explain the mess of feelings inside me.
He reached past me and released the emergency stop button. The elevator lurched back into motion.
We rode down in silence, the air thick with the scent of sex and the weight of everything unsaid between us.
When the doors opened on the ground floor, Caden took my hand and led me toward the exit.
I followed, my body still humming, my mind still reeling.