Page 43 of Malevolent Hearts
I draw in a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of my answer settling in the pit of my stomach. With a mixture of trepidation and longing, I meet his gaze head-on. “Yes,” I respond, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want this to be with you, Cadden. Only you.” A flicker of emotion dances across his face, a blend of relief and desire. His touch is feather-light against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life,” I confess, my voice a soft murmur that reverberates through me.
As I reach out, my hand trembles slightly. I touch the two beauty marks that dot his cheek, savouring the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. In that moment, the world around us fades away, leaving only the raw intensity of our shared connection. We explore each other with our mouths and hands as our bodies move in a delicate dance of trust. It’s a rhapsody of sensations that fills the room—the rustle of fabric, the hitch of breath, the whisper of skin against skin.
“Want to know a secret?” Cadden mutters, his voice husky with emotion, as he traces a path of fire along the curve of my neck with his tongue. Each touch, each caress, is a revelation of desire that builds and swells between us.
I draw in a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of my answer settling in the pit of my stomach. “Yes,” I respond, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I think I’ve fallen out of hate and into love,” he confesses, his voice a soft murmur that reverberates through me.
He leans in to brush his lips against mine in a weightless caress. The world around us seems to fade away, leaving only the heat of our bodies pressed together, the rhythm of our hearts echoing in the silence.
I feel a surge of electricity between us, a potent mix of attraction and anticipation that courses through my veins, heightening every sensation. Our movements become a choreography of desire, shared longing, and unspoken words, as we navigate the uncharted waters together.
When we finally pull apart, I ask, “How does it feel? Fallin’ into love.” The question almost seems redundant, because for weeks now, I’ve been doing the same thing.
His heterochromatic gaze seers into my soul. “Like an Edgar Allan Poe poem.”
“Tragic?”
A blinding smile showcases his emotions as he runs the tips of his fingers across my cheek. “No, Beibhinn. Not tragic. Timeless.”
Lost in the moment, I know that this is where I’m meant to be—in Cadden’s arms, with his eyes locked on mine, our hearts beating as one.
His mouth descends on mine again as his hands roam over my skin, and a rush of sensation floods through me, igniting a fire that burns deep within my core. I can feel Cadden’s touch reverberating through every fibre of my being, creating a connection that transcends the physical. There are no doubts, no fears—just the overwhelming certainty that this is right, that we are right together. His hand slides up my leg, leaving goose bumps on my skin like they’re a souvenir of his touch. My back bows as he glides his fingers higher and higher until he’s sliding them through the wetness gathering between my thighs.
“Cadden.” My breath hitches as he draws lazy circles around my clit. He keeps his eyes on mine as he proceeds to torment me with his slow strokes. I lose myself in the intensity of our embrace, surrendering to the raw, unbridled passion that courses between us. Each caress, each whispered word, builds upon the next, creating a symphony of desire that crescendos to a peak neither of us can resist.
Eventually, he brings his mouth to the curve of my neck, dotting it with kisses, licks, and teasing nibbles.
Just when I think I’m about to lose my mind, he eases two fingers inside me. “Jesus Christ, Pretty Poison. You’re so wet.”
I force myself to breathe as he curls his fingers, hitting the spot he’s come to know sets my body on fire. “More, Cadden.” My hips grind upwards, creating the friction I need to find my release. Over and over, he switches from circling my clit with his thumb and pleasuring me with his fingers. Breathless, I cry out his name. “Oh, Cadden.”
“That’s it, snowflake.” His tongue sweeps along the seam of my lips. “Come for me.” The grit in his voice gives way to my orgasm. My body trembles with ecstasy, and I cling to Cadden as I ride out the wave. Suddenly, his grin turns mischievous as he captures my lips in a searing kiss that ricochets through my core and leaves me utterly sedated.
Kissing Cadden Connelly is like reciting poetry. At first, I’m intrigued by the artistry and rhythm behind each verse. Then, I fall deeper and realise he’s communicating without structure but rather expression. Until finally, I’m overcome by so many feelings and emotions I know I’ll never be the same.
When he pulls back, I miss him instantly. “I’ll be right back. I need to grab a condom.”
My arms circle his neck, holding him closer. “It’s okay. My mam put me on the pill as soon as I turned sixteen. Have you ever… erm?”
“No.” His hand trails down the curve of my neck, his fingers tangling in the strands of my hair, pulling me closer to him. “This moment always belonged to you.” The air crackles with unspoken promises for the future we hold in our hands. “The girl who would one day become my wife.” Caged beneath him, I’m consumed by the rough emotion in his voice as he leans in to brush his lips against mine. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
The world around us seems to fade away as he eases his cock inside me, until there’s nothing between us, only the heat of our bodies pressed together and the rhythm of our hearts echoing in the silence.
“Are you okay?”
My eyes find his, and I nod. “I’m perfect.”
“Yeah, Bev. You are.”
As we remain locked in each other’s embrace, a palpable tension lingers in the air, weaving a tapestry of unspoken words. Cadden’s touch on my skin feels like fire and ice, sending sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. With every movement, every caress, the anticipation between us grows, a simmering heat that threatens to ignite us both in an inferno of passion.
“I’m not going to last long, Beibhinn. Goddamn. So tight.” Our bodies move in a delicate dance of exploration.
“It’s okay. Come for me, Cadden. Please.” I’m begging now, desperate to feel him coming inside me.