Page 56 of Fated By Fire
“You’re incredible,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “So beautiful.”
I let out a laugh that’s part pleasure, part disbelief, and ride him harder. He arches up to meet my movements, and his hands slide back to my hips, urging me on.
The mattress creaks beneath us, and the headboard’s gentle knocking becomes more rapid. My head falls forward as I lose myself in the feeling of being so deeply connected to him.
“I—I’m close,” he grits out, his fingers digging into my flesh, his muscles tensing beneath me. “Elena—”
I lean in for another hungry kiss, cutting off his words. I move even faster, riding him hard, and he lets out a hoarse groan, his body pushing up to meet mine, our skin slick with sweat.
I know he’s trying to hold on, trying to make this last. But I can feel my own orgasm building, a swirl of tension deep within me that’s ready to snap.
I reach between us and start to stroke myself, my fingers finding my clit, making my inner walls tighten. Caleb’s eyes fly open at the sensation, his hips bucking off the bed. “Elena—” he warns.
“I know,” I whisper. “I’m close, too.”
For a brief moment, we’re perfectly still, and then—
With a hoarse cry, he surges up into me, his release triggering my own. My body tightens around his pulsing, waves of pleasure rippling through me as I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He groans my name again, his body shuddering beneath mine, and then slowly, we both relax, our hearts pounding and our breath ragged. With a soft, satisfied sigh, I collapse against him, my head pillowed on his shoulder.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight as I nuzzle into his neck.
“That was…” I begin, searching for words.
“Incredible,” he finishes, sounding equally dazed.
We lie together in silence for a few moments, our chests rising and falling in unison. I can feel his heart slowing, his body starting to relax, and I don’t want to move. I like the feeling of being wrapped in his arms, of being connected to him.
But eventually, reality starts to seep back in. I lift my head to look at him, my hair tumbling over my forehead.
“What now?” I ask softly.
He brushes the hair from my face, his expression unreadable.
“Now,” he says, “I figure out what those bastards are planning.”
I shift onto my side, facing him, and prop myself up on my elbow. “When do we leave?”
Caleb’s jaw tightens. “We don’t. You’re staying here.”
“Like hell I am.” I sit up straighter, pulling the sheet up to my chest. “They killed my mother. I’m not sitting this out.”
“This cabin is remote. Hidden.” He gets up, reaching for his pants. “No one knows about it. You’ll be safe here.”
“I don’t want to be safe. I want—”
“Elena.” His voice cuts through my protest. “The Syndicate isn’t just powerful. They’re not human. You saw what Malakai could do—you saw what I am. The ones hunting you?” He shakes his head. “I can’t protect you if you’re out there.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Not against them.” He sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes intense. “You’re too important to risk. You might be the last of your bloodline.”
I laugh bitterly. “My bloodline? Yesterday, I was just Elena Ross, PI. Now I’m some kind of witch legacy?”
“Exactly why you need to stay hidden.” His hand finds mine. “Please.”
I pull away, anger and frustration bubbling up. But beneath that is fear—real, bone-deep fear of what I saw tonight. Of creatures that shouldn’t exist. Of powers I don’t understand.
“Fine.” I meet his gaze. “But I need my things from my apartment. Clothes, my laptop, my mother’s—” I swallow hard. “My mother’s journal.”
