Forbidden Desires I & II

Chapter 9: No We Shouldn't

Cayden jolted awake, l Elena was still pressed against his side, one leg draped over his, her breathing deep and even.

The lamp had been turned off at some point. Only the faint moonlight through the curtains lit the room. He watched her for a moment, then brushed his fingers along the curve of her hip.

Elena stirred. Her eyes opened slowly. When she focused on him, there was no immediate regret, only a quiet, heavy awareness.

“You’re still here,” she whispered smile curved around her lips

“I told you I wasn’t leaving.” he replied, his hand tracing circles around her lips.

He kissed her. This time there was no hesitation Elena kissed him back with equal hunger, her hand sliding up his chest and into his hair. Cayden rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs, already hard. He rubbed the length of his c**k against her, feeling how wet she still was from earlier.

“You want it again?” he asked, tongue in her mouth. “Yes, baby.” she begged.

He pushed into her in one smooth thrust. Elena arched beneath him with a soft cry. Cayden didn’t give her time to adjust. he started f*****g her in deep, steady strokes, the kind that made the bed shift beneath them. One hand pinned her wrist above her head. The other gripped her thigh and pushed it higher so he could sink even deeper.

“f**k, Cayden—” she moaned in answer, legs wrapping around him. The sweet edge from earlier was still there, but it had sharpened. Cayden kissed her hard while he drove into her, swallowing every sound she made. When he released her wrist, she immediately dug her nails into his back.

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard, “turn over.” he commanded

Elena obeyed. Cayden pushed her onto her hands and knees, gripped her hips, and slammed back into her from behind. The new angle dragged a louder cry from her throat. He set a rougher pace, skin slapping against skin, one hand reaching around to rub her c**t in firm circles.

“You’re so wet,” he growled. “Taking me so well.” Elena pushed back to meet every thrust. “Don’t sto—”

He didn’t. He f****d her harder, the wet sound of their bodies filling the room. When he felt her p***y start to tighten, he leaned over her back, still thrusting, and spoke against her ear.

“Come for me, baby,” Elena shattered with a broken moan, her arms nearly giving out. Cayden held her up and kept going through it, chasing his own release but he pulled out before he finished.

He turned her onto her back again, hooked her knees over his shoulders, and drove back in. The deeper angle made Elena’s mouth fall open in a silent cry. Cayden braced himself above her and f****d her with short, powerful strokes, watching every expression that crossed her face.

“Look at me,” he said.

The eye contact made everything sharper. Elena reached up and pulled him down into a messy kiss as he continued to move inside her. One of his hands slid between them and found her c**t again.

“I want another one,” he murmured. “Give it to me.”

Elena came a second time with a high, trembling cry, her body clenching hard around him. The feeling ripped Cayden’s control away. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, rough groan, pulsing

deep inside her.

They stayed locked together, both shaking, until their breathing began to slow.

Cayden eventually eased out of her and collapsed onto his side, pulling her with him. Elena’s face rested against his chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine.

For a while there was only the sound of their breathing. Then Elena lifted her head and kissed him slower this time, almost tender. Cayden answered it, rolling her beneath him once more. He was still half-hard, and the kiss quickly turned hungry again.

This time he took her slowly.

He moved inside her with deep, rolling thrusts, one hand tangled in her hair, the other holding her hip. Elena kept her eyes open, watching him.

The sweetness had returned, but it was heavier now, weighted with everything they weren’t saying. Cayden kissed her breasts, sucked marks into the soft skin, then returned to her mouth as he continued to f**k her in long, deliberate strokes.

When she came the third time it was quieter, but deeper. Cayden followed soon after, groaning into her neck as he filled her again.

Afterward they lay tangled together, bodies slick with sweat, the sheets a mess around them. Elena’s fingers drifted over the bruises on his face with surprising gentleness.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” she whispered.

Cayden caught her hand and kissed her fingertips. “I know.” Neither of them moved to leave the bed.

Elena was still catching her breath when he pulled her up onto her hands and knees again. His c**k, already hard once more, slid through the wetness between her thighs before he pushed back inside in one deep thrust. Elena moaned loudly into the pillow, back arching.

“f**k, Cayden, yes please!” Elena moaned loudly as she took his length in one more time

He gripped her hips hard and started f*****g her in long, powerful strokes. The wet slap of skin filled the room.

Every thrust drove a broken sound from her throat. Cayden reached forward, tangled one hand in her dark hair, and pulled her head back just enough so he could see the side of her face.

“You take it so well,” he growled. “This p***y was made for me.”

Elena pushed back to meet every stroke, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her. Cayden released her hair and reached under her, cupping both breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching her n*****s while he continued to pound into her from behind. Elena’s moans grew louder, less controlled.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her legs up over his shoulders. In the next breath he was buried inside her again, folding her nearly in half as he f****d her in deep, relentless

missionary strokes.

The new angle made Elena cry out of pleasure she has been denied of sharply. Her hands flew to his back,

nails digging in.

“Look at me,” Cayden ordered

Elena forced her eyes open. The intensity in his gaze made her clench around him. He braced himself above her and drove into her harder, the headboard beginning to knock lightly against the wall. One of his hands wrapped around her throat not tight enough to hurt, just enough to hold her there while he

took what he wanted.

“You’re going to come again,” he said, voice rough. “I want to feel it.”

His other hand slipped between them and rubbed her c**t in tight, firm circles. Elena’s mouth fell open.

The dual sensation was too much. Her thighs started shaking. “Cayden, I’m—” Elena tried talking but couldn't and the pleasure grew more intense

“Give it to me.” he said his voice hoarse

She came hard, a loud, broken cry tearing from her throat as her body clamped down around him. Cayden f****d her through it without slowing, chasing his own release.

The door suddenly opened and they froze.