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Caleb had always been the one person in your life who has held your entire world together, so why was he now the one tearing it apart?
Was it confusion you felt? Fear? Anger? It was hard to pinpoint what exactly you felt when you looked him into his eyes – those kind, warm eyes that once meant home. Your home. Now, they had turned into something unfamiliar and dark, so much that, for a second, you questioned if it was really him.
You had thought him dead. Just a few weeks ago you held his death certificate in your hands. Of course, you questioned whether it’s him or not, but the moment he stood before you, his Evol restraining you, you knew. It was him. It had to be. And yet, something in your mind refused to make the connection, to process the emotion flooding your body.
Anger.
It had to be anger.
But then, why were there tears?
“What if I told you I was always like this?”
The way he said those words carved themselves right into your mind, haunting you, replaying over and over.
You still remembered the look of utter disbelief on his face once you told him that you didn’t need him. You didn’t need – want – this version of him. That’s at least what you tried to tell yourself, but you knew that deep inside you there was this small, fractured part of you that longed to submit.
That part of you wanted to forget everything – the Association, the Aether Core, the Wanderers. It wanted you to crawl beneath the blanket of his protection, his possessiveness, and hide from the world. Just you and him.
You’re just as sick as him, aren’t you?
The past few weeks with him had you left feeling like a ragdoll, tossed, and pulled in every direction possible. The seams were dangerously close to tearing apart. You tried to escape him. Thinking that distance would clear your head, that it would help you understand what was happening. But his gravity pulled you back in relentlessly. And you pulled him in just as hard. Toxic and addictive. Wrong and right. It left both of you breathless.
“Your skin feels so warm…”
His voice jolts you back to reality.
“…Are you getting a fever?”
You blink, disoriented, only now realising how tightly he is holding you – your back presses against his chest. You feel the ornaments of his uniform slightly brush against you. Only the thin shirt you wore to sleep kept them from digging into your skin.
“You’re shaking. I’ll get you to bed and make you some tea. Why are you even up this late?”
His warm breath brushes against your ear. The moment his hand closes around your wrist to lead you away, you turn and push him away from you. Taking a deep breath, you move another step backwards, ensuring there’s enough space between the two of you. He was right though, your skin felt hot, but with him now standing a step away from you, you feel the prickling heat covering your body slowly retreat.
“Caleb, I – “
Your words are caught in your throat.
No, it isn’t anger that you feel. It isn’t fear or confusion.
It is despair .
You don’t want to leave your life behind just to be with him. But you don’t want to leave him behind just to continue with your life.
For weeks, you have been searching for an answer, trapped in this cage of uncertainty.
But now – suddenly, inexplicably – it floods through you.
Clarity.
Everything you want is colliding.
“I come home from a long and exhausting mission only to find you standing outside of your room, mindlessly staring out the window in the middle of the night.
His voice takes a sharp tone and his jaw tightens.
“This isn’t the time to argue with me. I’m taking you to your bed. Now.”
His shoulders stiffen. His mouth presses into a thin line.
The distance between you disappears as he takes a step towards you. You hate to see him like this. In this uniform. The proof that he is not the Caleb from your childhood. That he is not your Caleb. The urge to peel off this godforsaken uniform almost takes over; it forces you to look away. You want him back. You want the Caleb back who once meant safety to you.
Cold gloved hands brush against your cheek; a stray hair strand is being combed back behind your ear. So close, you can smell the leather. You want to pull away. The gesture has your temperature rise again. Too hot. You feel too hot. As you try to take a step backwards, a pitiful attempt to get some more distance between you and him, you realize that there is no more space to escape to. At least the coolness of the window has an effect on your rising temperature, so you reflexively press your body against it. Even if it’s only a few inches, the distance is much needed or else you would have been suffocating – his presence almost drowning you.
A shaky breath leaves you as the hand that combed through your hair just seconds ago now settles on your neck, his fingers slowly but purposely moving up and down, massaging the tense muscles there. The touch feels so perfect, so achingly gentle, that it sends a shiver down your spine.
“See?” His voice is soft now. “You don’t have to fight me all the time. Let me take care of you.”
You almost let a sigh escape your lips. This time his gravity seems much stronger, taking hold of every fibre of your entire being. You want to resist but –
“I hate you.” you whisper, but there is no bite to it. You lost this fight even before it had started.
The light in his eyes is being swallowed by the darkness of the room and a ghost of a smile flickers across his lips. “No, you don’t.”
Caleb leans in slightly, just enough for you to feel his breath against your skin. His forehead brushes against yours, the space between you vanishes, a quiet fragile intimacy that makes your chest feel too tight to breathe properly. Waiting. He is waiting, but not for your approval. He’s waiting for you to pull away, to shove him back, to tell him this is wrong.
“Tell me to stop.” he murmurs, his lips hovering just above yours, so close you can almost taste him.
You should. You know that you should shove him away. That you should remind him of the pain he’s caused you, everything he’s done.
But you don’t.
Because despite everything, despite the war that is raging inside you, despite knowing that this – he – shouldn't feel like home anymore…
He still does.
Your hand tightens around his wrist. His fingers stop moving up and down your neck and you immediately regret it, wanting the soothing touch back.
As if reading your mind his other hand comes up, cupping your face, worried you might disappear the second he lets go. He exhales shakily. His thumb gently brushing over your cheek, the leathery smell of his gloves intoxicating your senses.
“One last chance,” he murmurs. His head only tilting slightly, lips grazing yours in the lightest of touches. He waits. One last chance to pull away.
Again, you don’t.
His lips press against yours – slow and deep. There are dozens of words left unsaid but instead of hearing them, you feel them. Nothing has ever stopped you from knowing them. It was always crystal clear that he was more than just a childhood friend - more than someone bound to you through shared trauma. You always knew that you were his – that he was yours.
Caleb’s kisses feel like he is trying to rewrite the past, like he’s trying to make you forget. And for a moment, you almost do.
For a moment, the world narrows to the warmth of his hands on your skin, still separated through the barrier of his leathered gloves. And it takes you just a second to realize that it isn’t his warmth you feel, but yours, deflected by the rough material.
You break the kiss, but you don’t move away from him. Neither does he.
Your breaths mingle in the space between you, foreheads still touching. There’s a flicker of something in his gaze – it’s not regret, but something close.
“This doesn’t change anything,” you whisper.
A soft huff of laughter escapes him, humourless. “Doesn’t it?”
You don’t know. And he knows that. No matter which version of him. Caleb knows everything about you.
All you can do is to shake your head, slightly. A quiet lie. And another soft huff of laughter.
“Tell me to leave,” he says. It almost sounds like a plea, like he’s afraid.
And again. You know that you should.
And again. You don’t.
This time it’s your lips that press against his first. His hands start to wander down your back, pulling you impossibly close against his body.
“We can’t keep doing this.” he whispers, doubt suddenly coating his voice.
“No,” you agree “but we will.”
Because we will never be able to escape from each other’s grasp.
You didn’t think that he could pull you any closer, but again he proves you wrong.
He shakes his head slightly, a bitter smile ghosting his lips. “We are a disaster.”
“We always have been.”
Small tears prick at the side of your eyes as he deepens the kiss, his tongue licking over your lips, politely asking for entrance. And you grant him his wish, of course you do. How could you ever deny him?
You should be afraid of what this means. Of what the two of you are about to let happen.
But you feel so, so tired of fighting.
Tired of fighting him.
Tired of fighting yourself.
All those years of longing, only to have him ripped away from you, out of your life, to suddenly have him back again, but it isn’t him. It’s a twisted version claiming to be him.
Tears pool down the sides of your face. You can’t help yourself but love him no matter what.
And finally, you stop to fight and give yourself to him, fully.
One of his hands wipes the tears away while his head slowly dips down to the crest of your neck and shoulder, kissing you, leaving his mark there.
“You don’t – “kiss “know – “kiss “how long – “another one “I’ve been wanting to do this.” But you know. Because you’ve been waiting just as long.
The kisses stop and his right hand comes up, tilting your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“There is no turning back after this.” He huffs breathlessly from kissing you.
A shiver runs down your spine – not from fear, but from the sinful promise woven between the lines. All you manage to do is nod and huff a small, almost too quiet “yes.”
Caleb slowly moves down, dropping to his knees in front of you. Still keeping you firmly in his grasp, he pushes you further against the window while his hands slowly travel up your legs to the top of your panties. His gaze full of hunger still fixated on you. You watch him as he presses soft kisses against your thighs. He’s so close to where you want him most and the position offers him a perfect view to the wet spot that started to form between your legs even before you shared your first kiss. And you swear to Astra, if he keeps teasing you like this, you’ll end up as nothing more than a melting puddle on the floor.
The chill the window provided just moments ago doesn’t help your heated body to cool down anymore.
Your neck cranes up, slightly banging against the window out of frustration. You look up at the ceiling – purposefully avoiding his gaze.
“Caleb. I swear if you don’t move any faster, I’ll – “you interrupt yourself with a surprised whine.
While you weren’t looking at him, Caleb suddenly pushed his hungry mouth against your clothed cunt. His tongue now presses against your clit and slowly licks over the wetness that stains your panties. Nothing could have prepared you for this, but you knew the risks. Despite everything, it is still Caleb. And he would take his sweet time with you, playing with his favourite toy until it would end up broken in his hands.
“F-fuck!” you moan loudly.
The warmth of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue…
You feel him through the thin fabric, the only thing that builds an unwelcome barrier between you and him. Silently you thank Astra that you decided to sleep in nothing more than your simple underwear and the oversized shirt you borrowed from Caleb. If you had worn any more clothes, this would have ended up testing your patience on a whole different level.
Your panting grows quicker, but so does your frustration. You can’t help it and grab his hat and throw it down where it lands somewhere on the floor. Cold fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him away from your wetness.
And that bastard smiles at you.
Faster than you can comprehend your now completely soaked through panties are being discarded by his quick hands, your left leg is hooked up on his right shoulder, but instead of diving straight back in, he just looks at you with such an intense glare that your legs slightly start to tremble, causing you to almost lose balance.
“I need to hear it.” You can feel his warm breath against your skin.
“What? What do you want to hear?” A question asked desperately.
He kisses the dip between your leg and your cunt.
“I need to know what you want.” He says mockingly with his voice kept low. The grasp tightens around the leg hooked over his shoulder. He's playing with you. With his toy.
“You always know what I want. Always know what I need. But right now, you suddenly don’t!?” Anger and frustration swing in your shaking voice. And you swear, you’ve had enough. Instead of giving him what he wants, you decide to take it.
You move your hip forward, a desperate try to grind your cunt against his face, but instead an unexpected force pushes you back. The fucker is using his Evol.
The hand that you just wanted to bury in his hair again is suddenly pushed up against the window. You try to fight it; you try to move against it. But all you do is squirm. Making yourself look pathetic and weak in front of him.
But then.
Caleb laughs.
It’s a soft and quiet laugh, but it causes anger to bubble deep down in your chest, taking your breath away.
“Caleb. I will make you regret teasing me like this. That’s a prom- ahh! “And again, you’re being interrupted by your own moan as he pushes two of his gloved fingers inside your soaking wet cunt. He retracts them almost immediately. His hand moves up, making sure you watch when he spreads the two fingers – that were just inside you – apart. Your wetness visibly coats his middle and index finger, thin strings connect them. You feel heat spread through your entire body. If his Evol wouldn’t hold you up against the window, your legs would have given in.
“I’m still waiting.” He brings his hand back down and pushes one coated finger inside his mouth, licking it clean, tasting you, waiting for you. Your eyes widen in shock. He’s so close to you. And just like before, you can’t fight it anymore or else the heat deep inside your body would burn you alive.
“Please, Caleb.” Pathetic. You are pathetic. This man makes you feel pathetic . “I need you. I need to feel you, please. Please, please, please…”
This is torture. He tortures you and it isn’t anything comparable to what he did when he was interrogating you weeks ago.
“Atta girl.” He smiles.
The bastard. He gives you a genuine smile – a smile you’ve seen so many times before, whenever you passed an exam or accomplished something, anything. He was proud of you. Proud that you finally decided to give in to him.
And all you could think of in that moment was to rip that stupid smile right off his stupid face.
But that thought gets lost the second his tongue finally makes contact with your naked cunt. Your heart is beating hard, threatening to jump right out of your chest. Heavy breaths leave you without any control, forcing your eyes shut. Your orgasm is building quickly, turning you into an overstimulated, shaking mess. His tongue slides through your folds, dipping inside you while his nose brushes against your clit. It’s not enough. You’re so close, but it’s not enough. And you know that he knows.
He keeps you on the edge. Pleadings and moans mindlessly fall out of your mouth; you don’t even know what you’re pleading for anymore. Do you plead for him to stop or to finally give you the release you desperately need – the release you deserve?
His mouth moves to your clit, sucking on it hard while he shoves the two gloved fingers from before back inside your cunt. Keeping them deep inside you while making a come-hither motion. Hitting that one spot inside you relentlessly.
Your eyes meet for a second.
“Come for me.” He commands you with a firm voice.
It only takes one more push of his fingers to make you cry out his name. And you curse him with it.
Not because you curse him in a literal sense, but hearing you moan his name so desperately while your cunt pulses around his fingers, makes his dick twitch hard inside his, now, too tight pants. He decides it’s his turn.
The tight grasp on you loosens and carefully, with the help of his Evol, he lowers you onto his lap. You’ve gone slightly limp, and he gives you the time you need to come down from your high. Leaning on his right arm his torso is slightly pushed up, your head resting against his heart, listening to the faint sound of it while he soothingly combs through your hair. The low and rhythmic pumping of his heart reaches your ears only faintly through the thickness of his uniform. But the sound helps you to calm down no less. A while ago, you thought you would never hear it ever again. You hug him tightly, biting your lip to keep you from crying again. He’s here now. With you. Reunited.
You feel a kiss press against the top of your head. Slightly shifting to look at him, you adjust your position, accidentally forcing a low soft groan from his lips. Your legs are spread on both sides of his hip now, your naked cunt firmly pressed against the very visible tent that started to form when you shared your first kiss tonight.
The corners of your lips pull up into a grin and you grind against him, harder this time.
It was so kind of him to wait for you to recover.
This gives you the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. Caleb only has one hand available to stop you from grinding against him, though this time you are faster than him. He drops on his back; tries to free the other arm he was leaning on before. Unfortunately for him, you perfectly use the momentum to grind against him again, making him curse, causing his focus to shift for just a second. And a second is all you need to pin his hands against the floor above his head. You know how much stronger he is in comparison to you. And you know that he can free himself with ease. But you also know that he is close to coming inside his own fucking pants.
“F-FUCK!” A mixture of a moan and a whimper escapes his lips. A deep blush spreads across his face, and he bites his lower lip. Hard.
“Say please and I’ll let you come inside me.” You mock him. Again, grinding against him. Of course, this affects you as well. The rough texture of his pants against your clit promises another orgasm to slowly build deep inside you.
"Enough.Stop.It.”
Your hands that had him pinned against the floor are forcefully pushed on your back, you yelp from surprise as your face suddenly collides with his chest. You can’t move. Panic and fear start to spread inside your chest. You went overboard and he won’t take that lightly. You can feel his anger vibrate inside his chest.
One hand grabs your hair, yanking your head up roughly. Forcing you to look at him.
Oh, may Astra show mercy.
You clearly underestimated how far you could push Caleb.
His pupils are blown wide, strands of damp hair stick to his sweaty forehead. He isn’t looking at you with anger – but with fury.
The urge to laugh suddenly and without a warning bubbles up inside you. Of course he doesn’t like to taste his own medicine.
“What was that!?” he hisses through gritted teeth.
“What, what do you mean?” Your heart skips a beat.
You didn’t just say that out loud, did you?
A quiet huff escapes his lips, something dark and knowing curling at the edges of his expression. “I think it’s your turn to taste your own medicine instead.”
Oh.
Your eyes go wide. He grasps both sides of your hip, pushing and pulling you up and down against his pants, forcing your cunt to grind against his rock-hard dick that is still trapped inside its restraints.
You already felt like you’d catch fire earlier but now? Now you feel like something inside you is boiling. It doesn’t even take you more than a minute to be turned into a crying mess again. Your mouth is wide open, your right cheek squished against the top of his uniform, your spit spills and spreads across his chest, and moans leave your lips shamelessly.
“If you want to be treated like a bitch in heat, then all you have to do is to ask me nicely!” he grunts. Still moving your hips against his crotch.
Your climax takes you by surprise. It surges throughout the entirety of your body, making you scream and gasp for air.
Without any warning you are shoved away from him against the cold floor. For a short time, the world doesn’t seem to stop spinning and all you can hear is Caleb’s angry sounding voice and a zipper being opened.
He doesn’t give you the time to come down from your high this time.
“We’re a disaster.” He repeats his words from earlier.
The head of his weeping cock nudges your entrance.
You brace yourself for a hard thrust, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Caleb moves slow and deliberate. He pushes inside you with a steadiness to make sure you relax beneath him. One of his hands gently swipes away the stray strands of hair that spread across your face. His thumb gently rubs circles against your cheekbone. He holds you while he pushes himself further inside. You feel deliciously full once he bottoms out and a soft moan leaves your lips. The intrusion pushes you to the brink of passing out, his voice the only thing anchoring you to reality.
“Did I scare you?” His nose brushes against yours in the lightest of touches. “I didn’t mean to, but something told me you’d like it rough.” a huff of laughter escapes him.
“Well, you’re not wrong,” you smile at him weakly “but this is also nice.”
He sits up a bit, adjusting his angle. His thrusts didn’t change, they are still slow and deep. Patiently waiting for you to catch your breath.
You feel warm hands press against your stomach, spreading his warmth from your lower to your upper body in reassuring circular motions. Enjoying his soft massage, you close your eyes. A quiet sigh escapes your lips when he pushes your – his – shirt up, revealing your breasts to the slightly colder air of the room.
It’s now that you realize how warm his hands feel on your skin. Your eyes slowly blink open. His hands are gloveless, and his gaze is fixated on your tits, almost mesmerized by them.
“Caleb?” His name falls from your lips softly.
“Hm?” He almost doesn’t react; his eyes are still fixed on your breasts as if they were the tastiest and prettiest things in existence. His hips still move in a soft and slow rhythm. Another soft sigh leaves your lips while you raise your hand to weakly tug at the sleeve of his uniform.
“Can you take this off for me, please?”
That pulls him back. Caleb’s gaze meets yours, making you wonder what had him so lost in thought. Then, slowly, a sly smile spreads across his face.
“Thought you’d liked to be fucked by the Colonel.”
Your hand reaches up to cradle his face, you gently squish his cheek.
“Hmm I do, but he had his turn already. I think I want to be fucked by my Caleb now.”
There’s a fleeting moment – so brief you could have missed it with a single blink. His eyes light up, and those pretty lips curl into a boyish smile. For this one second, he seems truly happy. But before you can say anything, Caleb pulls out of you with a low hiss, causing you to cringe at the empty feeling he leaves behind. He quickly tucks himself back in his pants and lifts you off the ground effortlessly.
“Wait what are you- “
“If you want your Caleb to fuck you, I can’t let that happen on the floor, Pipsqueak.” He interrupts you.
“Oh, by the love of Astra don’t you dare calling me that when we’re having sex.” You scold him, throwing a faked, angry glare at him.
“That depends on how well you behave, my love.” That sly smile from earlier crosses his face again, and his eyes light up with mischief. He steps into the room you’ve occupied since your arrival and lowers you onto the bed. For a moment, you worry he might leave – but the second he starts to undress, your concern fades.
Your patience runs thin, but you force yourself to hold back, watching as he sheds layer after layer instead of tearing them off him yourself. With each inch of exposed skin, the heat pooling between your legs intensifies. He’s more than just beautiful.
The soft glow of the moon – the only light source in the room – hits his nearly bare body, casting shadows that emphasize the sharp angles of his hips and the perfectly sculpted curves of his muscles. You don’t want to exaggerate, but as you take him in, you can’t help but compare him to the old depictions of your ancient gods.
You shift your position with a slight unease, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by Caleb.
“Patience, Pips. I’m almost done.” He grins, amusement dancing in his eyes as you roll yours, pretending to be annoyed.
A deep heat rises in your chest up to your face when you see the mess you made of his pants just a few minutes ago. Though, the embarrassment quickly gets lost somewhere in your mind once his pants join the rest of his clothes, and your mouth starts to water once you see his cock spring free.
It’s as beautiful as the rest of him. Thick and with a perfect curve pointing upwards, glistening from his own precum.
Finally, the bed dips as he settles down in front of you.
This time, it's you who reaches for him, lovingly pressing your thumb over one of his eyebrows, massaging away the slight scowl he always wears. Cupping his face, you pull him into another kiss.
You’re aware that you play with time right now. He's not going to wait any longer for you and you don't want him to. The hand that was just caressing his face drops down to his chest, not forcefully, but with enough strength you push him down into the soft sheets of your bed.
You love how he looks at you. His eyes roam your body and your face with such a tender look. Perfect, you want to be just as perfect for him as he is for you.
A slight shift has you cradle both sides of his hips again.
“I won't let you take control just because I’m not wearing my uniform anymore. You know that, right?” He lifts himself onto one arm, cocking up an eyebrow in slight amusement. Or in warning? You aren’t entirely sure. The other hand once again reaches up, his fingers comb through your hair tenderly. He pulls you down towards him, into another deep kiss. “It's not because I don't trust you, it's simply because I want to be the one who makes you feel good. The only one who makes you feel this way.” He huffs after breaking the kiss. His lips are so close to yours almost as if they aren't separated at all.
His words cause a sharp pain stinging deep within your heart. But the ache fades just as quickly as it came. Deep down, you knew that the Caleb you’ve once known so well - the one who felt like home - died in that explosion. And a part of you died with him.
It was inescapable.
The empty void he left behind that day was filled with something fractured. Something you couldn't quite grasp, but now it feels like it always was meant to be there.
It is there to forgive him , you tell yourself
It is there to push the doubts aside that were poisonous venom flooding through your veins.
If he wouldn't let you take control that was fine by you. You could learn to live with that.
You almost expect him to change position. But instead, his hands take hold of your hips.
Another heated kiss is placed on your lips, his mouth moves against yours hungrily, turning you even more light headed as you already are. The sweet – yet slightly lemony - taste of him invades you. The hands on your hips tug your body closer to him, positioning you right above his leaking cock. He’s so fucking hard underneath you. All you want is to slam down and take him inside you. But you wait instead. Because, by Astra, you want to be good for him. You crave the sound of his voice telling you how well you’re doing – how perfect you are for him.
And all it takes is the beat of two hearts, a thin string of saliva connecting the two lovers' lips, and eyes meeting each other, filled with longing and a desperate, deep heat, dilated through sin.
In this brief moment, his hands pull your hips down, your ass meets his thighs, and he sheathes inside you, filling all the space you can give him.
You don’t know how to breathe anymore. Your mouth is wide open, but no sound escapes it.
Caleb’s head is buried in your damp neck, coated with sweat. But he doesn’t care. He wants all of you. He wants your body, your soul, the essence that forms your entire being. He wants to consume you because you’re his.
“Mine.” his voice reaches your ears, muffled by how deeply his face is buried inside your neck. “You’re mine.”
You don’t know if your ears betray you, but you could swear that you heard a quiet sob escape him. So quiet, you aren’t entirely sure if it was a hallucination caused by the thick blanket of lust that envelopes the two of you.
Tears prick at the corners of your now closed eyes. It is hard to tell whether the tears come from feeling so full and overstimulated, or if the thought of Caleb crying in your arms pulls too hard on your heartstrings.
You’re both pathetic.
But neither you nor he cares.
The grasp on your hips tightens – inevitably going to leave marks – moving you up and down while his thrusts meet your body in a perfect timing, deep and hard.
The room fills with obscene, wet squelching sounds of two bodies moving against each other.
Lust fills your head to the brim, turning your legs too weak to keep up, too hazy to coordinate your own movement. The tip of his cock plunges up against the spongy bundle of nerves, hitting it in a perfect rhythm. You feel like you could burst at any moment now.
Your pussy tightens around him every time he pulls out of you almost completely, just to plunge back inside with a sharp movement of his hips.
Caleb isn’t unaffected. His chest rises and falls with quick little pants, occasionally letting a moan slip past his lips. A chorus of praises leave him, telling you how perfect, how soft and hot you feel around him.
And as though this isn’t enough, as though he can read your mind, one of his hands reaches down to rub small circles against your aching clit.
Soft kisses are being pressed against your shoulder, to your neck and up to the soft shell of your ear.
You can’t hold yourself back from moaning loudly anymore. And you’re not sure if you even want to. Your release is too close to flood through your body.
“Please, come for me.” he huffs breathlessly. “I need to feel it - feel you.”
Something inside you snaps immediately as soon as you hear his words pressed against your ear. They give room to the third and most intense orgasm you had tonight. It rushes through your entire body, in long, deep waves. Toes curling, body tensing only to have you fall into his arms. Your body suddenly feels void of any strength.
His thrusts don’t stop, though. You desperately try to move away from him.
It’s too much.
You scream his name, beg him, weakly claw at his chest and try to push against him. A feeble attempt to free yourself from his powerful hold and the overwhelming sensations. But he holds you too tightly. His arms are now wrapped around your body, leaving you immobile.
He collapses onto his back, ensuring you remain on top with his arms around you, giving you no chance to escape his grasp.
His hips slam up inside you relentlessly. Chasing his own release.
“Only me, you hear?” he shakily exhales. “There’s only me.”
His words reach your ears, but you’re too out of it to fully comprehend them.
“You - fuck!” he interrupts himself while gulping for breath. “You have no fucking idea -,” another breathless interruption. “... how much you need me!”
Caleb’s hips come to a sudden stop, one hand moves to the small of your back, forcing you further down on him. He pulses inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your already slick walls.
Soft grunts escape his lips, right next to your ear. It takes him some time to catch his breath, his arms heavily fall to his sides. For a while none of you can move.
He softens inside you, your cunt dripping with your combined fluids, running out and through your folds. You relish in the sensation almost too much, for a brief moment, you fear you might become addicted.
Your head lays on his naked and sweat covered chest, moving up and down with his breathing. Listening to his heartbeat slowing down, you notice the silver necklace sprawled out on his chest, slightly tangled. One of your hands moves up to untangle it.
When you come back.
Caleb closes a large hand around yours, holding you and the silver pendant in his hands.
“I’m back." he kisses the top of your head, and you feel a smile spread across his lips.
His other hand slowly moves up and down your back, loving the softness of your skin.
How strange. The one person who’s been your anchor for almost your entire life – the one who pulls you in with such force, grounding you on this very planet – is also the same person, who makes you float through the depth of space helplessly.
Every attempt to grasp onto something – anything – to stop yourself from further drifting into this dark, unexplored depth seems to be in vain. Caleb is the only one who can catch you, but he only does so when he deems it necessary. You’re not sure if that means you can rely on him, or if it means you depend on him.
But does it really matter?
Earlier tonight, you decided to stop fighting. The war inside you came to an end. It was supposed to end. You gave yourself to him – to Caleb – the only person in your life who truly mattered.
That small, fractured part inside you cracked further open tonight, spilling out piece after piece of you. And he takes every single one to try and fix himself with your desperation.
But no war ever ended with both sides at peace.
You might have given yourself fully to him, but somewhere hidden deep within you – hidden beneath the weight of his touch and the heat of his presence – was a small glimpse of rebellion.
It wasn’t over.
It was only for tonight.