He brought his wet hand up in front of her eyes. A low laugh escaped his throat. "Heh, would you look at that."
Emma's breathing was ragged and heavy. "Haah... haah... haah..."
Cale watched as her pale ears flushed bright red, and he felt genuine satisfaction—after so long, he finally had a moment of relief. A moment of respite. And he was going to savor every second of it.
He couldn't take her fully here, not with the time constraints. Who knows who might enter inside if they took too long.
But a few minutes of pleasure? Who the hell was going to stop him?
He pulled her close again, kissing her cheeks softly. "Emma... hmm... look at me now, will you?"
She refused, too embarrassed to even open her eyes, let alone meet his gaze.
Cale sighed and picked her up, cradling her against his chest before setting her down on the bed. Emma gasped in surprise.
"Ahh! Cale! W-what are you... we can't..."
