When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58
ARTEMISIA

“Missy, are you alright?” Cayden asks, and even if he does sound worried, his voice has a strange tone to it.

“Mh-mhm,” I nod my head repeatedly, hoping he would just go away.

“Doesn’t look like it,” he insists, taking a step towards me.

Lifting my hand, I stop him. “No… Please…”

By fighting my pleasure, and Fynn’s feelings streaming through me, I can’t seem to form a coherent sentence.

I feel his excitement for the chase growing, and I get flooded by my own desire for him to catch me that even Cassy squirms with pleasant anticipation.

But maybe her demeanour is more due to Cayden’s darkening gaze as Fynn’s craving to claim us.

As expected, Cayden doesn’t listen to me and keeps getting closer. His expression morphing, losing its worried traits, is my gruesome confirmation that he is slowly realising what is happening.

And that I’m in fact doing quite alright.

“Missy…” he pushes again, my name rolling off his tongue like it’s the best thing he got to say all his life.

It seems to take him an eternity before he finally reaches me, eyeing me up. “Did you guys fight again?”

“Something like that,” I clear my throat, keeping me from moaning.

He tilts his head, squinting his eyes at me. “What’s this sound?”

Oh, my Goddess.

“I- I’m so sorry,” I breathe out. “This is so embarrassing. We tried something spicy… And now it backfired.”

I push out a laugh, making him smile.

Oh, no. That doesn’t help!

“So, that comes from… Is it-”

“Uh-huh,” I interrupt him, getting a chuckle in return.

My heart beats out of control, fucking up my breathing pattern even more as he shakes his head. “You have nothing to be embarrassed for. Sorry about interrupting your… game.”

“It’s okay,” I answer feebly, my gaze locking with his as he puts a hand on my waist, moving it to the small of my back slowly.

The scent of my arousal must be lulling him in as he looks down at me, the golden flecks in his eyes swirling around wildly.

“Cayden,” I try to speak, but my whisper comes out all raspy.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asks, making me shake my head.

Biting my bottom lip, I’m still pushing down the waves of pleasure, and he leans in. “Stop fighting it, then.”

“Huh?” My breath hitches in my throat as he grins at me, my chest squeezing at what he might be alluding to.

“Let yourself go,” his husky whisper travels down my spine, making me shiver pleasantly.

Finally finding the strength to move, I lift my hands to hold onto his shirt, crumpling it while balling my hands into fists.

He lowers his gaze, and I watch him observing his fingers that move to the toy vibrating between my legs.

Opening the button of my jeans, he slips his fingers into them, gliding over the fabric of my panties.

As he keeps me stabilised by the hand on my back, he presses onto the sex toy through the fabrics gently, increasing the effect it has on my clit.

Closing my eyes, I press my lips together to stifle another moan, clawing onto his shirt.

“Don’t hold back,” he growls, making me gasp.

I relax in his arms and stop suffocating my moans. While my orgasm builds in me, I throw my head back against the wall, closing my eyes.

He lets me enjoy it for a moment before I feel him increasing the pressure on his hold, making me open my eyes with a gasp to look at him.

I don’t even need him to say anything as my gaze meets his. He captures me with his dark eyes, getting me to concentrate on him while the sex toy vibrates against my clit, triggering my orgasm.

His hand feels soothing and strong at the same time as I come in his arms with a loud moan.

“Fuck,” he whispers as I shiver at the afterwaves wafting through me.

The sex toy stops vibrating, and he takes his hand out of my pants, stepping into me, getting me pressed against the wall.