Chapter 184
Elena's POV
When Caleb lifted me into his arms, I wrapped myself around his neck, pressing my lips against his throat and trailing kisses along his jawline to his collarbone. My nervousness had evaporated, replaced by a surge of confidence.
I felt like a wolf starving for days, finally getting what I craved most. My body burned for his touch, desperate for more contact. As he carried me toward the bedroom, my legs locked around his waist.
The hunger in his eyes matched the fire blazing through me. I clutched his neck tighter, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him close for another kiss.
When my back finally met the soft mattress, I looked up at him, our eyes locking in silent communication. Every nerve ending in my body seemed supercharged, thrumming with desire and need.
"You sure about this, baby?" His voice came out rough and gravelly, making my insides clench with want.
I smiled up at him and nodded. "I've never been more sure of anything." It was true—this moment felt inevitable, like everything in my life had been leading me here, to him.
He leaned over me, his weight a delicious pressure, his lips finding mine again. His hands were everywhere, stroking, exploring, claiming.
I couldn't keep up with the sensations, couldn't process the pleasure fast enough. Every touch of his fingers, every brush of his lips sent waves of ecstasy through me, drawing moans from deep in my throat.
I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted to feel every inch of his body against mine.
With trembling hands, I slid my fingers toward his belt. My confidence wavered slightly as nervousness crept back in. What if I did something wrong? What if I disappointed him?
"Hey," he said softly, his eyes finding mine. "Baby, it's just me. Nothing to be nervous about."
I took a deep breath and slipped my hand inside his jeans, my fingertips barely grazing the tip of his cock. He made a sound that was half-groan, half-hiss, and I took it as encouragement to continue.
He was big and hard—impossibly hard—and hotter than I'd expected. Feeling him pulse in my palm sent a fresh wave of desire flooding through me.
I wanted to give him pleasure, to explore his body the way he'd been exploring mine. With a burst of boldness, I pushed against his chest, and he fell back onto the bed.
"Baby?" he questioned.
"Shh," I whispered, crawling over him. I pressed my lips gently to his, murmuring, "Let me touch you."
I could feel his hardness beneath me, the friction between our bodies igniting a sweet frenzy in my belly.
I rocked my hips, gasping at how good it felt. I could feel the heat of his cock beneath me, his skin getting even hotter.
"Fuck," he ground out through clenched teeth, his hands gripping my ass.
I wanted to hear more sounds like that from him, wanted to see what he looked like when he came. I rocked my hips again, a moan catching in my throat as the pressure built.
I found his lips again, my tongue sweeping across his. Our tongues danced together, fighting for dominance, my body grinding fully against his lower half. I was already wet for him, feeling a hunger I'd never experienced burning inside me.
As I ground against him, I moaned into his mouth, his hands roaming over my body. His touch was scorching, leaving trails of fire wherever his fingers wandered.
My shirt came off, freeing my breasts, and I was too lost in the sensations to care about being exposed. I was operating purely on instinct now, wanting to be completely naked, wanting to feel him touch me in ways I could only imagine.
"You're fucking beautiful," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
"Touch me," I whispered.
His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they hardened. Then he flipped our positions, kissing his way down my body. He lingered at my neck, his lips and tongue exploring the sensitive skin there.
"Yes," I moaned, surrendering completely to the feeling.
I didn't care about the sounds escaping my lips or how vulnerable I felt. I just wanted to feel and savor every moment. These sensations were both foreign and familiar, like my body had always known how to respond to him.
Caleb hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my sleep pants, pulling them down and tossing them aside. I wasn't wearing underwear, and now I lay completely naked on the bed.
I could hear my heartbeat echoing in my ears, my throat tight with anticipation. I could feel his heartbeat too.
He looked down at me, taking in every part. I let him look, offering no resistance.
I had no urge to cover myself, no embarrassment or shame. I was his, and I wanted him to love every part of me, just as I accepted every part of him, including his wolf.
"Damn, baby, how did I get so lucky?" he said, his voice thick with possession.
I watched as he stripped off his jeans. My eyes fell on his cock—thicker and longer than average. A shiver ran through my body.
I'd never been so in awe of a man, but his body was perfectly sculpted. Hard yet soft. Sexy and beautiful. His muscles were defined but not overdone.
I felt an urge to touch myself, an unfamiliar heat pooling between my legs.
His gaze brightened, turning golden, his lips curving into a wicked smile.
My fingertips slid down my belly, the need to play with myself overwhelming. I could feel his stare landing on me like a physical touch, burning and intense.
"Do it," he commanded, his voice alone almost enough to make me come.
I bit my lower lip, closing my eyes as I slid my fingers into the soft folds of my sex. Finding my sensitive spot, I arched my back, my legs trembling as the tension built. I could feel myself getting close to the edge.