Chapter 131 -Caylix-

Chapter 131 -Caylix-
\-Caylix-

Then her fingers find one of the older scars crossing my ribs and her expression changes. She knows that one too. Avi knows nearly every scar I have… Where I got it… How old I was… Whether she was there…

She lowers her mouth and kisses it.

I used to hate these.

Another scar beneath her fingertips.

Now I look at them and see every impossible thing he survived.

Her gaze lifts to mine.

Including me.

I reach for her. She catches my hand again and threads her fingers through mine instead.

"I'm fairly certain surviving you has been the easy part."

Her eyes soften.

Liar.

I smile.

Then her attention moves lower, and the thought that comes through the tether wipes the smile straight from my face.

Gods, his body.

I inhale. Avi's fingers move slowly over my stomach. There is absolutely nothing innocent about the way she looks at me now.

It is completely unfair that he looks like this.

Her fingertips trace the ridges of muscle beneath my skin, and desire moves through the tether so suddenly and clearly that every muscle in my body tightens.

I have watched him train without a shirt more times than I could ever admit.

Her fingers continue their slow path.

I know exactly what every part of him looks like.

Another pass of her fingertips.

And somehow seeing him like this still turns me on every single time.

My grip tightens around her hand and she smiles. Then she leans down and kisses the center of my chest. Her hair falls forward around us.

I love touching him.

Another kiss.

And I love knowing this body is the only one that has ever touched me.

Possession hits me hard.

I have never needed Avi untouched to love her. Never asked it of her, never expected it. But knowing I am the only man she has ever trusted with this part of herself brings out something deeply possessive in me.

And she knows it.

She knows exactly what those words do to me, because satisfaction curls warmly through the open tether as she watches my reaction. My hand closes around her hip.

Careful, Avi.

Her mouth curves against my skin as her hand spreads over my ribs.

I love that he could overpower almost anyone in either kingdom and has never once made me feel anything but safe in his hands.

That one goes through me differently. My grip loosens immediately, my thumb moving slowly against her instead.

Avi feels the change and lifts her head, looking me in the eyes now.

I can't believe I thought I could walk away from this.

The thought is quieter than the others and I go still.

After that first night, I actually thought I could have him once and somehow go back to a life where he wasn't mine.

Her eyes search mine.

I thought I could marry someone else.

Something twists hard inside my chest.

"Avi..."

"I know."

Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"I thought I was doing what I had to do," she says. "And I kept telling myself I could survive it because I'd spent my whole life knowing I couldn't have you."

Her fingers curl against my chest.

"But that first night ruined me."

The admission lands between us and her thoughts follow it, clearer than her voice could ever make them.

Because once I knew what it felt like to have him love me, I couldn't unknow it.

I stare at her. She moves herself lower, kissing down my chest as she goes.

Once I knew what it felt like to fall asleep in his arms, I couldn't pretend I would be all right waking up beside someone else.

Her emotion floods the tether now, tangled with the desire that has been building beneath every touch.

He consumed every thought after that.

Her mouth brushes down my abs.

Every fantasy.

Another kiss.

Every stupid impossible future I wouldn't let myself want.

She pulls back just enough to look at me.

"You've owned me since that night, Caylix."

The words knock something loose inside me.

"I mean it. I spent years wanting you before that. But after I finally had you..." She shakes her head slightly. "There was no going back."

Her fingers skim lower, tracing the sharp line of muscle from my hip, following it down as she kisses the ridge of my hip bone, her lips soft and lingering. Then she moves lower, bypassing the straining length of me to press a kiss to the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to where I ache for her most.

"Avi," I warn, my voice cracking.

My hand moves without thought, reaching down to tangle in her hair, intending to gently pull her away before this goes somewhere I can't control. She’s too good, too sweet, to be doing this.

"Avi, you don't have to…"

She cuts me off with a look. Her eyes meet mine, and her hand presses firmly against the center of my chest, pushing me back down into the mattress.

I want to, Caylix.

My resistance evaporates. I’m helpless against her and she doesn't wait for further permission. She dips her head and presses a kiss to the tip of my cock.

A groan leaves my throat. Through the tether, I feel her flicker of surprise at my reaction, followed immediately by a surge of satisfaction. 

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lower lip, and then she leans in. She takes just the tip into her mouth.

"Gods… Avi!"

Every muscle in my body locks down as pleasure surges through me. It’s too much and not enough, a maddening contrast of heat and suction. My hand tightens in her hair, not to pull her away, but to anchor myself to something real before I completely shatter.

Then she lowers her head again, taking me deeper.

Her mouth is hesitantly exploring the length of me. It’s not practiced… but it’s perfect. Because it’s Avi. Because the tremor in her hands as she braces them on my thighs translates through the bond as a desperate need to own me just as completely as I own her.

“Don't stop, Avi, you feel too good."

Every coherent thought I possess disappears. If she intends to keep touching me like this while letting me hear exactly what it does to her, I have very little chance of surviving the night with any dignity intact.

She’s watching me, her eyes lifting to meet mine even as her mouth remains occupied, looking for validation, needing to know she’s doing this right. I can’t speak. My throat is locked tight, air trapped in lungs that refuse to expand. So I flood the tether with my reaction… The sheer, overwhelming perfection of her mouth on me, the way the shy, uncertain suction is driving me out of my mind, my absolute ruin of needing her this much.