“You feel incredible,” he groaned, his voice echoing off the shower walls.
1 could only whimper in response, lost in the sensation of him filling me completely. The steam clouded the glass, creating our own private world where nothing existed except this moment, this connection.
When release finally claimed us both, I collapsed against him, boneless and satisfied.
After Caelan carefully dried my body with a fluffy towel, I stood naked in his bedroom.
He disappeared into his closet and returned with a crisp white dress shirt. “Here”
I slipped my arms through the sleeves, the fabric soft against my skin. The shirt was enormous on me – my fingertips, and the hem barely covered my bottom. the sleeves hung well past
I rolled up the sleeves with deliberate care, creating neat cuffs at my wrists. The movement made the shirt ride up slightly, exposing more of my thighs.
When I looked up, Caelan’s eyes had gone dark. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice rough.
I smiled innocently. “What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, he headed toward the kitchen. “I’m making you something to eat.”
I followed him, my bare feet silent on the cold marble floors. Goosebumps rose on my exposed legs, but I didn’t mind.
Caelan rolled up his sleeves, revealing those strong forearms that I’d always found irresistible. He moved with practiced efficiency, pulling ingredients from the refrigerator.
I leaned against the kitchen island, crossing my arms in front of me. My head tilted to one side, watching him.
“Sabi,” he said without looking up from his prep work, “how did you find out the truth?”
“Dad came to see me at the hospital today.” I played with the collar of his shirt. “He told me everything.”
Caelan nodded. ‘I should thank him. Finally, he can rest easy knowing he can hand you over to me safely.”
“What about you? Your father killed himself… are you okay? Why did he do it?”
Caelan’s hands stilled for a moment, then resumed chopping vegetables. “Because I killed Lucian. It broke him completely.” His voice was matter-of-fact, devoid of emotion. He told me he never wanted me, that even when my mother was pregnant, he wished I was dead.”
“He never deserved to be a father.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Caelan glanced at me over his shoulder. “I have you, and that’s enough. But don’t worry I’ll never treat our children that way. I’m going to be an amazing father.”
I reached out and swatted his arm playfully. “Who said anything about having your babies?”
He turned and kissed me quickly, his lips warm against mine.
When he pulled back, I fixed him with a serious look. “Now it’s your turn to confess, Caelan.”
I paused, letting my gaze sharpen. “What else have you been hiding from me? I want to know every single truth.”
Caelan blinked innocently. “Sabi…”
“Don’t even think about using that expression to get out of this.” I laughed softly. “I’m completely clear-headed right now.”
“Remember that watch Peter gave you?” he asked, avoiding my eyes.
I narrowed mine. “The so-called apology gift?”
“That… was actually my idea for him to give it to you.” Caelan’s gaze stayed fixed on the cutting board.
I pushed away from the island and walked toward him. “Keep talking.”
“It’s Luna’s Legacy – my grandmother’s heirloom meant for the future Blackwood queen.”
His hand reached out to cup my cheek. “There’s an inscription on the back: “Time witnesses true love, true love transcends time… just like us.”
I raised my hands to pummel his chest, but he caught my wrists easily.
And… that night at the bar. His voice dropped lower.
I went completely still.
“When you were drunk and said you saw me, when you cried and called for me to come out… that wasn’t a hallucination.”
“I was really there, watching you from the shadows.”
“After you passed out drunk, I followed you home.
“I snuck into your apartment and took care of you.”
My eyes widened with each revelation. “So that night, my body’s reaction…”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “That wasn’t a wet dream… it was real?”
I covered my face with both hands, my voice muffled through my fingers. “Oh my God… what did you see?”
Caelan gently pulled my hands away from my face. “I saw the woman I love responding to my body. And you taste so sweet. I really enjoyed eating you.”
“You voyeuristic pervert! Freak!” I chased after him around the kitchen island.
Caelan dodged, laughing. “I almost lost control that night. You have no idea how tempting you were.”
“Then why didn’t you…?” I lunged for his neck, trying to get him in a headlock.
“Because I wanted you to give yourself to me willingly when you were fully conscious. He turned and trapped me between the counter and his body.
One arm circled my waist while the other continued stirring the pan. “Taste this for seasoning.”
He lifted a fork with a piece of meat to my lips. I opened my mouth to accept it, but some of the juice dribbled down my chin.
Caelan wiped it away with his thumb, then sucked the digit clean. “Very sweet.”
“Any other secrets?” I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my face against his back.
“None that I can think of right now.” Caelan leaned into my embrace.
“Well, if I think of any questions, you have to answer honestly.”
“Yes, my queen.”
We sat across from each other at the small dining table. I was still wearing only his shirt, the fabric gaping slightly at the neckline.
Caelan kept reaching across to adjust my collar. “If this keeps up, we might not finish eating.”
I deliberately tugged at the shirt’s hem, making it ride higher. “Then don’t look.”
“You know I can’t do that.” His eyes darkened with desire.
The next morning, the first rays of sunlight crept through the curtain gaps, painting golden stripes across the bed.
I was curled against Caelan’s chest, my head pillowed on his heartbeat. One of his hands rested on my waist, fingers splayed possessively across my skin.
I woke first, blinking sleepily as I tilted my head up to study the sharp line of his jaw. Without thinking, I pressed a soft kiss to his chest.
He stirred immediately, those blue eyes opening to find mine.
“Good morning, my queen.” His voice was low and gravelly with sleep, utterly captivating.
“Good morning, my king.” I smiled and burrowed deeper into his embrace.
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12:0 Fri, Aug
Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.
The doorbell’s shrill intrusion shattered our peaceful morning. I frowned against his chest.
“Who’s bothering us this early…”
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