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It started innocently enough. Apparently, a mark of the Hunter’s Association was going to be at some exclusive party in Skyhaven and he’s supposed to be a hard man to reach. She hadn’t been particularly thrilled about going to such a fancy event, but when she explained the mission to Caleb over the phone later that day, his voice sounded excited.
“Really? What a coincidence, I’ll also be attending that event,” he said enthusiastically. She could practically see his eyes shimmering in her mind and she giggled. “How long will you be in Skyhaven, then?”
“Just one day, I’m afraid. I’m supposed to report back the morning after,” she sighed.
“Bummer. Well…” His voice turned sly. “We’ll need to make sure this trip is worth your time.”
She felt her face heat up at the implication in his teasing tone. “Caleb…!”
“What? Am I wrong?” She heard the smirk in his voice. “Let me know when you arrive, I’ll pick you up. You can be my plus-one.”
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And so there they were, her arm resting on his as he sipped from a champagne flute. He immediately pulls a face, his lip curling, and she swats him playfully.
“Behave,” she scolds, teasing. “You’re the Colonel. Act like it.”
“Colonels are allowed to dislike fancy champagne,” he responds, placing the flute on a passing waiter’s tray. He leans down to whisper in her ear. “Besides, the only thing I want to drink from is standing next to me.”
She swats him again, harder this time, as he laughs.
“What’s the matter, Pipsqueak, can’t handle it?” His hand snakes down her side, sliding over her waist and gripping her hip firmly. “Wanna go somewhere more… private?”
Her face is flushed as she shakes her head, prying his hand off her hip. She forces herself to ignore how good he looks in his uniform—all crisp lines, easy arrogance, and that musky cologne he knows she loves. “I can’t, I’m here for work.”
He mock-pouts and releases her dramatically, holding his hands up. “Fine, fine… Just let me know when you’re ready to head out.” He sees a colleague across the room flagging him down and crosses over to them. She rolls her eyes and gets back to work, scanning the crowd.
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Hours pass with no sign of her mark. She’s walked the floor so many times she’s worried she’ll leave a groove in the perimeter of the room. She finally gives in and sits next to Caleb at an otherwise unoccupied table, resting her head on her fist. She notices his hat abandoned and pulls it over to pick at the emblem on the front.
“No luck?” Caleb asks, reaching over to pinch her cheek. “Sorry, Pipsqueak. Better luck next time, huh?”
“Who knows when the next time will be? He’s so elusive and our intel was good…” She sighs again, playing up her disappointment. He catches on quickly, catching her hand and kissing her knuckles.
“Poor Pipsqueak. What should we do?” He pushes his half-finished plate of finger foods and fruit to her. “Maybe a snack will help?”
She smiles at him and helps herself, eyes still glancing around for her target. Eventually, though, she truly gives up, her eyes sore and feet aching from her heels.
“Okay,” she exhales slowly. “I’m ready to go. He’s not here.”
“Got it, Boss,” Caleb replies, immediately taking her hand again and standing, swiping his hat to tuck under his arm. He deftly weaves through the crowd, avoiding everyone trying to get his attention. A man on a mission. She hides a laugh and sees his shoulders shaking as he does, too.
They step out into the cool night air, laughter finally bubbling out. She reaches out and ruffles his hair, stealing his hat from under his arm and placing it on her head. She twirls away from him as he reaches out and he gives chase, arms stretched out to grab her. She laughs loud, the sound bright against the dark of the street around them. She finally stills long enough for his arms to trap her and he lifts her into the air. The lone streetlight above them winks, causing her hair to sparkle. He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling at the sight of her. He cups her face with one hand and presses a chaste kiss to her lips. She grins and kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. He hums into her mouth, loving how she feels in his arms.
“God, the things you do to me…” He brushes her hair behind her ears, one arm holding her up.
“Wanna get out of here, Colonel?” she says with a smirk, trailing her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck. The air around them shifts and he chokes on his breath, eyes widening and ears going pink.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he responds, planting a kiss on her cheek, relishing her laughter.
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The door slams closed behind them as they fumble into Caleb’s apartment. His hands rove her body over her dress, squeezing her waist and hips possessively. She gasps as he bites her throat and again when his tongue soothes over the mark. Her fingers dance over his tie before tugging at the holster strap across his chest. He picks her up by her thighs and pins her to the wall, his mouth covering hers, swallowing her pants. She clings to his shoulders, nails crumpling his pristine uniform. He shifts her gently in his hold as one hand slides her heels off. They barely hear them clatter on the floor.
“Easy, girl. You’ll rip the tassel off,” he teases, breathless as he steps back from the wall and crosses to his bedroom.
“It’s nice to hold,” she says, tugging it towards her. His body cants forward and he gasps. Her eyes twinkle with mischief. Smirking, he tosses her on the bed, the gentleness from earlier vanishing.
“Sounds like you need to keep your hands busy, preferably off my uniform.” He leans over her, caging her in with his arms.
She brushes one hand up the back of his arm, gripping his bicep. She digs her nails in to hear his gasp, to feel the muscle twitch. He gives her exactly what she wants and she grins in triumph. Narrowing his eyes at her, he slides off the bed to stand between her legs.
“Seems like an interrogation is in order…”
He spreads her thighs further apart as he settles on his knees, eyes locking on hers. His voice takes on a sharp edge and her chest heaves, face flushed dark red. She can feel her pulse in her fingers, thrumming with excitement. His gloved hands are cold on the skin of her thighs, sliding up and down in what could’ve passed as a soothing gesture if his eyes weren’t steel on her face.
“Shall we get started, then?” She responds coolly. She feels a bolt of adrenaline race down her spine as he grins wickedly in response.
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Her voice is hoarse as she cries out, her body shaking violently beneath him. She can feel him smirk against her and she tries to roll her eyes. Instead, they snap closed as he sucks hard on her clit, his fingers pressing deep inside her. She clutches her dress with one hand, pushed up to her waist in his desperation, knuckles white against the fabric. Her panties lay discarded near his feet, forgotten.
“Caleb…” she whines, her other hand tight in his hair. “Please, I can’t…!”
“Yes, you can, baby. You can take it.” He practically purrs the words into her. The gravel in his voice makes her gasp and squirm in his embrace. He grips her thighs tight in warning and she stills, whimpering. “You always do so well for me…”
She glances down at him and unexpectedly meets his gaze. His eyes are intense and focused, never leaving her own. She can feel her face flush darker and sees the hue reflected on his cheeks. Smiling, he turns his head to kiss her inner thigh, which twitches at the contact. He chuckles under his breath at the feeling.
“You always were the skittish one. Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he murmurs softly into her skin, his gloved hand smoothing over her hips and lower abdomen.
She shivers and nods, biting her lip. He grins this time, his eyes bright and fevered with lust. Unable to hold his gaze any longer, she looks away, turning her face into the plush blankets.
His fingers pick up their rhythm again, her body arching at the stretch. He’s methodical—almost mechanically precise—as they drive into her, pressing and pulling just right to make her cry out in pleasure.
“Just one more, please,” he begs, his eyes and lips shining.
She moans, a complaint and a plea rolled into one sound. She shakes her head as she presses herself harder against his fingers.
“Which is it, baby? Use your words.”
“I… I don’t know.” She writhes at his touch, her mind and body overwhelmed by him. His hands, his mouth, his voice vibrating against her…
She suddenly feels a heavy weight on her hips and she startles, trying and failing to sit up on her elbows. “No, wait, Caleb-I can’t…!”
He chuckles, his voice dark as his Evol surrounds her, keeping her pinned to the bed. “Just one more, baby, I promise.”
She cries out as he licks her hard, unable to move, to escape from the torment. She feels like she can’t catch her breath, her lungs tight in her chest as he sucks and nibbles her clit, his fingers pressing insistently against her walls. Her muscles twitch minutely under her skin and he groans, enjoying the feeling of having his prey trapped under him. He stares up at her, his cock twitching. He subtly adjusts his position, his pants straining and soaked through. Thankfully, he doesn’t have any pressing Fleet responsibilities tomorrow. He can get his uniform dry cleaned.
“Caleb…!”
Her voice drifts down to him in a haze of pleasure. It’s breathy and torn, ruined by multiple orgasms and overstimulation. She can’t lift her head to look at him anymore, despite him only using his Evol on her legs and chest. Her eyes are squeezed shut against the onslaught of pleasure, unshed tears burning behind the lids.
“Yeah?” His voice is husky against her and she cries out, nails scraping his scalp. He hisses at the feeling.
“Pleasepleaseplease-“ she whines out, harsh breaths falling from her lips. “I’m so close…”
“So you can keep going, ya little liar,” he says playfully, fingers quickening inside her.
Her hips twitch as she tries to buck and he strengthens his Evol on them in response. She whimpers, at his mercy. Just how he wants her.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Caleb moans into her. “So perfect, all mine…” His voice takes on that dark edge again, almost mocking in its tone.
That sends her over the edge. She gasps hard, her eyes screwing shut. Her voice, only able to cry his name, falls out as her walls clench around his fingers. He releases his Evol’s hold on her and she immediately feels light, her orgasm hitting even harder with the weight gone. Her back immediately arches and her toes curl against his back, the pleasure licking up her spine. Stars blossom behind her eyes, her fingers numb and tingling in his hair, yanking. He continues to pump his fingers inside her, pulling his head back to give her some relief as she comes down from the high.
“So good for me,” he groans, mouth latching onto her thigh and sucking a dark bruise into the skin. “You look gorgeous falling apart on my fingers like this. I wish I could see you like this every day.”
She can only sigh in response, the yearning in his voice a sharp contrast to his current actions. Panting heavily, she nudges his shoulder with her heel, body shaking from the overstimulation. She sniffs quietly, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Time out, please…” she begs, her foot trembling against his upper arm.
“Of course, baby. I always keep my promises.”
He grabs her ankle gently and brings it to his lips, kissing the bone. He pulls his fingers out, slipping them into his mouth to lick her off his gloves. His eyes finally slide away from her face to study the rest of her body. Her chest is heaving and red, her stomach littered with dark marks, her eyes shining…
He snaps up quickly, startling her. She jolts back as he climbs onto the bed over her, face inches from hers, his eyes dark as they stare into her own. They’re glossy, her lashes damp with tears. He can see the tear tracks on her face and he realizes the redness is splotchy. She’s been crying…
He moans loudly, head dipping down to rest on her shoulder. Confused, she reaches up and pets the back of his head and shoulders, attempting to comfort him.
“You’re perfect,” he sighs into her neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there.
She gasps into his ear and he bites harder, savoring the bucking of her hips against his. Her arms wind around his waist, nails digging into his lower back. He chuckles and raises his lips to her ear.
“You know I’m not ticklish there.”
“Yeah, I know,” she replies, one hand skating back to his stomach and lower, hovering over his belt.
Her eyes widen when she feels how wet the front of his pants are. Her other hand catches his on her hip and brings it to her lips, kissing his palm through the glove.
He rolls his eyes playfully and lets her nuzzle his palm. The leather is warm from her skin and she closes her eyes, enjoying how soft it is against her face. She sighs into his palm before releasing his hand, letting it drop to her waist. His now-free hands skate up to her shoulders, slipping the straps of her dress down. She wiggles slightly, arching her back so he can unzip it and remove it entirely. He drops the garment on the floor and slides his hands over her body again.
“You’re divine…” he sighs, voice saccharine sweet, eyes soft. She smiles, enchanted by him all over again.
She wraps her arms around his neck again, pulling him down into a kiss full of sweetness and want. He kisses back, hungry despite how long he just spent between her thighs. He licks into her mouth and she can taste herself on his tongue. Groaning, she grabs his lapels and pulls him impossibly closer.
He gasps, then chuckles, laying down on top of her, his arms on either side of her head, his weight a grounding comfort as the kiss deepens. Their bodies press together almost teasingly. His coat brushes her sensitive skin and she whimpers softly. He purposefully drags his chest against hers, the tassel on his shoulder catching her nipple, making her cry out and grip him tighter.
“You really like my uniform, huh,” he teases.
His fingers play with the hair fanned around her head as she shakes it, hips beginning to grind against his. He groans and drops his head to hers, pressing their foreheads together.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got plenty of energy if you still want to play.”
“Please, Caleb, I need you,” she moans, voice soft as it brushes his lips.
Her hips cant up again and she groans at how hard he is. He hisses through his teeth, grinding down into her roughly.
“What do you need? You need to tell me properly.” He lifts his body from hers, hiding a smirk as she throws her head back with a whine, her hips chasing his.
He wants to give in so badly, because he knows exactly what she needs. He can’t help but tease her, though… He loves hearing her say it, loves how her lips form the words. He stares at her mouth as she speaks, his cock pulsing.
“I need you inside me, please,” she says, pouting slightly. She hides her smirk, noticing how his pupils dilate even further, and her eyes widen innocently. “I need you to fuck me-”
That’s all it takes. He cuts her off with a harsh kiss, his teeth scraping her bottom lip in his desperation. She knows just what to say to turn the tide in her favor. It never takes much; he’s always been easy for her. Whining into the kiss, her hands fumble with his tie, yanking it over his head as soon as it's loose enough. She starts working on the buckles of his holster when he catches her hands.
“Not so fast.” He pulls back to examine her.
His tie hangs loosely in her hands, still looped. She hadn’t even fully untied it before removing it.
“So hasty… I ought to teach you some patience.” His voice is rough in her ears, that same mocking tone tinging the words.
“Caleb, please…!” Her voice is breathy with need and disbelief.
He fights the urge to just give in again… but the need for this night to last wins. He gently takes the tie from her, using his Evol to raise her hands above her head. Her eyes widen when she realizes what he plans to do.
“Caleb, come on, wait…”
“Sorry, sorry. Naughty girls need to be punished, right?”
He ties her hands together with the tie, tight enough that she can’t easily escape. Shushing her whines, he presses her hands into the mattress and his hips into hers. Her lips part on a gasp.
“Be a good girl, hm?”
“Yes, sir,” she sighs dejectedly, hands struggling a bit under his before she gives in. He only lifts his Evol when she stills.
She looks up at him through her lashes, a pretty pout forming on her kiss-bruised lips. He brushes his thumb over them, eyes on hers.
“That’s it,” he moans softly.
He stands suddenly, stepping back from the bed. Confused, she lifts her head to watch him. Her eyes lock onto his hands as they slowly begin to undo his perfect uniform, fingers deft. Articles of clothing fall to the floor in a puddle around his feet—the holster, the coat, all the pieces that make Caleb into the feared Colonel of the Farspace Fleet. Her eyes track his every movement like a hawk, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“Wish you had let me ruin your perfect look.” She means it as an offhand remark, barely audible, but he groans at the statement.
Raising her eyebrows, she notices the pink blush that steals back over his cheeks. She smirks, her eyes narrowing.
“What’s wrong, Colonel? Do you enjoy the idea of me stripping you of your uniform, piece by piece? Bringing the infamous Colonel Caleb to his knees, all for my pleasure?”
He palms himself through his pants, only half undressed. His shirt is mostly unbuttoned, hanging open and showing the black turtleneck underneath that hugs his chest enticingly. One hand is resting on his belt, in the process of unbuckling it. Her hands clench unconsciously above her head, eyes drifting down his body. They linger on his biceps, over his abdomen, down past his thighs to his boots. Every inch of him is lethal, honed to be a weapon. Her heart aches at the thought, but she knows who he truly belongs to… He proves it time and time again through his perfect loyalty.
“You’re so pretty, Caleb,” she says, her eyes drifting back up to his. “I’m sure it’s criminal to keep you to myself, but I’m too greedy to share.”
“You own me. You know I’d do anything for you,” he says simply, his breathing rapid.
He can feel his heart pounding, slowing down, then speeding up again. The effect makes him breathless, and it doesn’t help having her tied up and sprawled on his bed, looking at him with those eyes, hearing her say those words.
He clumsily takes his boots off before stumbling back to the bed, wrapping his arms under her and lifting her up. Her hands fall from above her head to around his neck, her tied wrists resting on the nape. She claims his lips in a heated kiss as he turns around and sits down, setting her on his lap. They’re both panting into each other’s mouths, his hands tight on her hips. She raises her wrists over his head, skating her tied hands down his chest and stomach, brushing against the tent in his pants. Gasping, he presses his head into her shoulder, his fingers tightening on her. She awkwardly unbuckles his belt and pulls it off, tossing it on the floor behind her.
“Glad we didn’t use that to tie you up,” he says, obviously teasing her. His hands drift up her waist, fingers drumming against her body. His gloves are cold again and goosebumps break out across her skin. “You could’ve slipped out pretty easily.”
“It’s a shame I wasn’t able to use it on you,” she replies, hips pressing into him urgently. He moans, nuzzling further into her. “Imagine how much sweeter you’d be, all tied up and needy. If only I had a leash for my naughty puppy…”
He bites her shoulder in response, prompting her to pinch his stomach. They both laugh, rolling their eyes in sync at each other’s antics. Her fingers skim lower, tugging his shirt out of his pants. She shouldn’t be surprised by how drenched the hem is, considering where it’s been for the past few hours, but she still gasps. He somehow still has the decency to blush, whining softly and rolling his hips into hers as she pushes the button up off his shoulders.
She pushes against his stomach and he leans back on his hands, giving her more space to unzip his pants and free his cock. He curses, the cool air on him a relief. He’s soaked, the tip alone completely drenched and flushed. She can see the vein pulsing and she groans. She swirls her finger around the tip, biting her lip when he bucks into her hand.
“So sensitive,” she purrs, leaning forward to kiss his jaw. “Is all this because of me?”
He gasps in response, fingers crumpling the blanket beneath them. He thinks about how, just moments ago, she was the one laying here in blissful agony, clenching the same blanket with shaking hands, and he groans low in his throat. Even with her hands bound, she’s able to control him like this…
“Make sure you take responsibility,” he manages to whisper, thighs trembling from the effort of staying still.
“Of course,” she breathes into his neck, nosing the fabric there as her hand slips down to the base of his cock.
It’s slick and hot, her palm sliding easily against him as he whimpers for more. She teases the tip, pinching it gently to make him cry out before slipping her hand back down along the vein. His voice shakes, his eyes focused on her hands as they stroke him gently.
It’s not enough… He throws his head back and bucks his hips lightly, urging her to go harder, faster, to give him more. She smiles sweetly at him, tilting her head in mock confusion. He glares at her and she shivers, her eyes darkening further.
“Use your words, Colonel,” she mocks, her voice sugary as her hands continue to slowly torture him. He gasps harshly, hips rolling up into her fist, his body unable to stay still any longer.
“Please, please, baby, I’ve been a good boy-” His breath hitches as she squeezes the base of his cock, the tip bright red and dripping. His eyes snap closed and his legs twitch beneath her. “I’ve been holding back for so long, please…”
She watches his display with faux disinterest, but her whole body trembles from how strained he sounds. He’s barely holding himself back and she’s hyper aware of the fact. She watches his muscles ripple beneath the skin, his strength restrained to please her, so she feels in control. She loves seeing him this needy, but she wants to see him snap. To pin her down and take what he needs from her, to cover her in bruises the shape of his fingers and bite marks that mirror his teeth. She wants everything that he’ll give her. For now, though, she continues to tease him, building that tension deep in his bones.
“I don’t know, you did punish me earlier… Don’t you think it’s fair I get a turn to play?” Her voice is silk against his skin, cool and light and still not enough. He groans in response, shifting under her.
She pulls her hands away and he whines. She shushes him, her hands reaching up to brush his damp bangs off his forehead. His whole face is flushed and heated, eyes simmering as he watches her.
“Be a good boy,” she whispers, leaning forward to kiss him softly.
He nods, leaning back on his elbows, his body trembling.
She slides off his lap and he whines again, shifting incessantly. She grips one thigh until he stops and settles on her knees, carefully pulling her wrists apart. When the gap is just wide enough, she slips the tie over his cock, the fabric rough against him. He bucks into her wrists, the warmth of her skin a delicious contrast to the material wrapped around him.
She leans forward and licks the tip, the almost-sweet taste and the heady scent making her dizzy. She wants to tease him about his apparent recent change in diet, but she holds herself back and swallows half his length in one go. He chokes, his fingers clenching the blankets so hard his nails would’ve cut into his palms if he wasn’t wearing his gloves. His voice turns hoarse as she moans around him, her eyes trained on his reactions. She rests her wrists on his inner thighs, shifting them slightly to put minute pressure on the base of his dick, as her head bobs. Her legs slide together, an attempt to relieve some of the tension. She was drenched again, clenching around nothing.
“Fuck, you’re so good-” He gasps and collaspes back on the bed, arm thrown over his eyes. “I can’t…”
“I just started, baby. Have some patience.” She pulls off to reply and he instantly sits back up, his hands in her hair to push her back down.
She gasps and inhales him again, Caleb’s hands heavy on her head. He gathers her hair into a sloppy ponytail, something to grip as he fucks her throat. His eyes are on her, watching every reaction, looking for any discomfort. She lets her jaw go slack, her eyes fluttering shut against the tears forming. His voice only grows louder as her tears drip down her cheeks and onto her chest. He watches as saliva gathers at the base of his cock, making the tie damp and hot. She’s perfect…
He wants to go faster, harder, until he’s finishing down her throat. The image of her swallowing his cum is almost enough to make him come undone, but he holds himself back.
He pulls her off him and stares at her ruined face. Tears steadily falling, gasps forming on shining, spit-slick lips… He growls and drags her up by the hair, kissing her hard. He can taste himself on her and moans. She huffs into his mouth, the tie keeping her hands low where she can’t grip him. She whines into the kiss, squirming and licking into him as he untangles her hands from the tie.
As soon as she’s free, she climbs on top of him, pinning him down to the bed roughly. They gasp into each other as their sensitive bodies brush together again.
“Caleb, please, I can’t wait anymore,” she whines, hands skating over his ribs. “Whatever you want, I don’t care, as long as you’re inside me…”
He flips them, his body trapping her to the mattress. His hips press into hers, insistent and needy, and his cock slides across her stomach. They both groan at the feeling and her hand slides down to grasp it. Caleb whimpers and leans down, nuzzling the top of her head as she presses her face into his neck.
Her nose brushes against a chain under his collar and she smiles. Keeping one hand on his cock, the other slides up his body and dips under the collar of his shirt. She pulls free the necklace she gave him all those years ago, the metal warm against her cool skin.
“Do you wear it all the time?” She fiddles with the charms, the apple glinting in the low light of Caleb’s bedroom.
“Always. Gotta make sure everyone knows who I belong to.” He leans forward to kiss her fingers as they pause on the dog tag.
He misses the way her eyes flash, her pupils overtaking her irises at the statement.
“Is that right?” She locks eyes with him and yanks him forward by the chain. His eyes widen in shock, his hands moving down quickly to grasp her hips. “What a good boy.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m all yours,” he says, his voice breathy as he captures her lips again.
He grasps the hand holding him and pulls her away, pressing it into the blanket beside her head. He lines up with her entrance, glancing at her for confirmation. She nods quickly, almost too fast, and bites her bottom lip in anticipation.
He smiles and tries to slowly slide in, but all their fun earlier made her slick. She gasps, arching as he bottoms out immediately, the stretch overwhelming and perfect all at once. Her hands fly to his shoulders and grip tightly, her body suddenly tensing from the pressure.
“Sorry, sorry,” he groans, kissing her cheeks, keeping his hips still. “Didn’t realize it’d go in so easily. I guess I did a good job earlier, huh?”
“Shut up,” she growls, which causes him to chuckle. She swats his shoulder weakly, her breathing shallow as she adjusts.
He continues to pepper kisses to her face, her jaw, her throat. His hands roam over her hips and waist, soothing her. Every so often, she’ll shift and whimper, and he’ll hold back a gasp as his cock slides inside her. One unintentionally hard press on her lower abdomen has her crying out, arching and shaking.
“Caleb!”
Her head jerks up as she stares at where his hand is pressed. He’s staring, body frozen. She flicks his hand away, eyes locking onto the slight bulge in her stomach. She reaches out with a shaking hand and presses down lightly, making the outline of his cock stand out even more. They moan in unison, Caleb’s cold, gloved hand covering hers to press down harder. She whines, trying to push his hand away as he slides it over the outline.
“Stop, it’s too sensitive…” she whimpers, body beginning to tremble visibly.
She sees the dazed look on his face and grabs his jaw, forcing his eyes up to hers. “Your gloves are cold.”
“Sorry… again,” he says, eyes wide and anxious. He yanks his hand away like she burned him. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m okay.” Her lips form a pout, fingers slipping under his gloves to press into his heated palm. “I miss your warmth.”
She brings his hand to her mouth, grips the tip of a finger with her teeth and yanks the glove off, letting it dangle before dropping it on her sternum.
He growls and kisses her desperately, hurriedly removing the other glove, tossing both aside, and grabbing her waist roughly. She sighs at the warmth of his bare palms against her, her body relaxing finally.
“Better?” he pants into her, his fingertips gliding over her abdomen and chest.
He bites back an angry noise at how he can only feel one half of her body. His mechanical arm may work—the fingers have fingerprints with synthetic skin covering it—but he can’t feel anything with it… He makes up for it by letting his other hand travel her entire body, committing every slope, valley and mark to memory again.
He misses her nod in response, but doesn’t miss how her fingers tangle in his hair and tug, urging him to move.
“I think I’m ready, just be gentle,” she says on a breath, her hips rolling shallowly against him.
He bites his lip, gripping her hips to keep her still. She whines quietly and he silences her with a soft kiss. He pulls out slowly, his cock dragging along her walls, until just the tip is seated inside her. He lets out a stuttering breath as he pushes back in, loving how she immediately whines and claws at his shoulders.
“Easy, easy… You’re doing so good,” he murmurs against her lips.
He feels her bottom lip tremble and captures it, sucking it into his mouth and nibbling gently. She gasps and he can feel how her body quakes beneath him, how her fingers shake against the back of his head.
“Such a good girl for me.”
He sets a slow pace, an easy slide in and out, his body shaking from holding himself back. He resists the urge to press in too deep, despite how much he wants to see that bulge again. He keeps his eyes trained on her, wanting to see every reaction, every twitch and spasm. Her eyes are screwed shut against the pleasure, mouth hanging open as gasps and whines slip from her lips. Her thighs close around his hips when he slips in a bit deeper, thrusts a bit harder, and she lets go of him to bite the back of her hand.
“What’s gotten into you?” Caleb’s concern is clear in his voice as he pulls her hand away from her mouth.
While he waits for her response, he admires the new tear tracks on her cheeks and the unshed drops clinging to her eyelashes.
“I… I needed something grounding… You’re so much,” she replies, panting hard, eyes glossy. She squirms beneath him, obviously overwhelmed.
“Should we stop?” he asks gently, fully prepared to pull out, but she shakes her head furiously.
He smirks at her resolve, pushing in deep and rolling his hips against her pelvis. She bucks hard, her breath catching.
“Okay, okay. Well, you’re always welcome to bite me if you need something to bite. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
She rolls her eyes and drags him towards her, teeth latching onto his throat. She licks at his Adam’s apple teasingly, the imprint of her teeth dark and angry. He groans at the sharpness, his hips slamming in once, and he relishes her cry.
“I can handle a bite, thank you very much.”
She glares up at him. Amusement flickers in his gaze and she immediately knows she made a mistake.
He leans in close, his nose brushing her jaw, his fingers pressing harder on her hip bones. He buries himself inside her, rolling his hips in shallow thrusts. She whimpers, attempting to meet his hips with her own as his lips meet the junction of her shoulder and neck. She shivers at the warmth of his mouth… then cries out as his teeth sink in harshly. Her hands fly up to his hair, tugging hard as he laps up the blood blossoming from her neck.
“Mean,” she whines, bucking her hips upward. Her clit slides against his abdomen and she shivers again.
He ignores her, groaning at the taste of copper on his tongue, and he picks up the pace. He slams into her, swallowing her moans with a searing kiss, his hand immediately seeking for the bulge. He finds it easily enough, the tip of his cock pressing deliciously into his palm. Distantly, he can hear her cries and whimpers, can feel her falling apart on his cock. He pulls back, her hands falling away from his shoulders. He splays his hand flat on her stomach, watching his dick bulge from between two fingers. He presses those fingers down harder, moaning with her at the heightened feeling.
When he glances back up at her face, he sees her knuckles bloody between her teeth and tears spilling freely onto the blanket. He lets out a low moan, fucking into her even harder, and grabs her hand. She whines, licking the blood from her teeth as he raises her hand to his mouth. He laves his tongue over the wounds, nipping at her fingers in warning.
He puts her hand back on his shoulder and leans down to lap up her tears, kissing one eye as she attempts to mouth at his jaw. He chuckles at how needy she’s being, planting a kiss on her lips, a stark contrast to how he’s pounding into her.
She moans against his lips, gripping his jaw to force his mouth open. The taste of her blood on both their tongues make them whine in unison. He can feel that tell-tale tightness in his gut, he won’t last much longer…
As he pulls back, she lets out a choked sound he’s never heard before. Alarmed, he glances up. Her eyes are just as wide, her feet pressing incessantly into the small of his back.
“I’m close… Caleb, I-“ she cuts herself off with a groan, her hands slipping down her body. One pushes his hand down on her stomach, while the other applies pressure to her clit. She lets out the same noise, eyes snapping shut and eyebrows furrowing.
“Yeah?” he growls, one hand bruising her waist. “Let me feel you come apart for me one more time, baby. I wanna see it.”
Her voice breaks at his words, the coil inside snapping. She clenches around him hard, her body taut and shivering as she finishes on his cock.
He lets out a strangled noise, his head dropping to her chest as he thrusts once more and buries himself inside her. She whines at how he fills her, so completely she’s stuffed. He continues to roll his hips into her, chasing his orgasm and edging into overstimulation, until she pushes against his hips with shaking feet.
“Too much,” she gasps.
He obliges, pulling out with a sigh. He brushes her hair out of her face, monitoring her as she gasps beneath him. Her muscles twitch like they’re being shocked and her eyes are blown wide.
“You okay, Pipsqueak?” he asks, thumb brushing over her cheekbone.
“Y-Yeah… That was…” She’s still panting hard, her chest heaving. “We’ll have to try that again. I don’t think you’ve gone that deep before…”
He smiles softly at her, hands soothing her muscles as they trace down her body. His eyes flicker over her, checking for any serious marks. He notes the one on her neck and the self-inflicted marks on her knuckles. Then, he locks onto her lower half.
He watches as his cum seeps out of her, the urge to either push it back in or eat it out of her at the front of his mind. He was slightly curious about the taste himself… Glancing back up at her exhausted, bruised form, he decides on fetching a towel and cleaning her up like a normal partner would. He also makes sure to bring the first aid kit. She’s exceedingly grateful, pressing soft kisses to his face, her tired eyes shining.
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They settle against the headboard, spent and glowing. He wraps an arm around her and pulls her to his side, her head resting on his chest, and she grabs his other hand to play with his fingers idly.
“You should probably call out of work tomorrow,” Caleb remarks, fingers trailing over just a few of the marks he left on her. She shivers at the feeling and sighs.
“If only… Guess everyone will know who I belong to, huh?” She winks at him and laughs as a blush steals over his cheeks.
Suddenly, she remembers something she meant to ask earlier.
“Caleb, this might be a weird question…” she starts, pausing her fiddling.
“Nothin’ is too weird between us, you know that.” He brings her hand up to kiss her knuckles. “What’s up?”
“Well… I was just wondering if you’d changed your diet recently…” She coughs lightly, suddenly embarrassed for even mentioning it. His chest vibrates with his laughter.
“I’m glad you noticed. I decided to start eating more fruits… I take it the taste was to your liking?” She hears the sly smile in his voice and groans, his laughter drowning it out. He leans down to kiss the top of her head. “Everything I do is for you. Though, I’m not sure I’m a huge fan of chugging cranberry juice multiple times a week.”
She reaches behind him for a pillow and whacks him with it. His eyes narrow in challenge and he snatches it from her, tossing it aside and pinning her to the bed. The necklace dangles from his throat, the black turtleneck still snug on his chest. Just like that, his warmth invades her senses again and sets her body on fire.
“Another round already? Needy girl,” he whispers against her lips before capturing them in a searing kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back, content to stay like this with him for the rest of time.