NADINE'S P.O.V
I managed to fall asleep.
I didn't even realize how exhausted I was until I opened my eyes again feeling somewhat rested.
The warmth from the room and Caine's skin seeped into mine allowing me the privilege to sleep properly. It also helped that we had a proper bed for the first time in what felt like ages.
The basement was dark and I could see through the small barred window that outside was dark too. The only light that shone in was the one from the moon, casting a small glow on the spot in front of me.
I should have moved, should have gotten up seeing as I was well rested but I couldn't. I was still sprawled over Caine, his hands wrapped around my shoulders and back but that wasn't what kept me still. It wasn't the fact that he felt amazing underneath me, it wasn't even the soft breathing by my ears, it was the fact that my leg was swung over his hip and I could feel him.
He was right there, hard against my thigh and close to the most intimate part of me.
I told myself that it was just morning wood and nothing more but my body didn't seem to take the hint. I could feel just how wet I was down there and it was downright embarrassing.
He wasn't touching me, nothing was happening and yet my body was reacting to his proximity and everything about him. I couldn't move, not until I managed to calm myself first and ensure that I could move without brushing up against him.
No sooner than the moment the thought crossed my mind, Caine moved. He mumbled something, still clearly asleep as his hand moved from my back, down my sides and over my thigh. He didn't even realize what he was doing and I wasn't sure if that made things better or worse.
"Caine," I whispered my voice a low warning but he was in much deeper sleep than I had ever seen him because he didn't even flinch.
He shifted, my leg going moving higher as our hips connected. I couldn't stop the low moan that left me.
I felt like a weird stalker taking advantage of a sleeping man. He hadn't realized what he was doing but I had. I should have pulled out of his grip, should have woken him up and yet, I didn't do either. I stayed there.
Even now, I didn't move, not even as his cock pressed into the apex of my thighs.
I fought to keep my breaths even, to not rock against him like I wanted to. It had been so long since anyone touched me this way, since I felt the blood boiling heat that rushed through me right now.
"Princess?" Caine's voice was right next to my ear and a small groan left my lips but he didn't move. "Nadine-"
"Stop fucking talking," I hissed out.
His sleepy voice was built for sin. It sounded like gravel and fine leather and everything in between.
I could feel it reaching into the crevices of my mind, wrapping around what little self-respect I had left and smothering it into nothing. If he continued to speak to me like that, I was going to do crazy things that we might both hate me for later.
"It's normal, your body's reaction. We're both practically naked. It doesn't mean that you want-"
"For the love of everything holy, will you shut the fuck up?" I was one wrong move away from hitting him across the face. "Your dick is pressed up against me and I haven't been touched in ages so will you please just-"
He rolled his hips once.
It was a barely there move, almost exploratory and a sharp gasp left me, my hands grabbing his shoulders for support.
Caine said nothing afterwards, merely flipped me over until he was lying above me, our hips still connected as his breathing now fanned my lips.
"If you wanted me to touch you, princess, all you had to do was ask," I didn't need to look at him to know that he was trying to hide a grin. "We're the only ones here. It's expected that at some point you'll have… urges."
He moved his hips again, his cock brushing against my clit this time and a loud moan climbed up my throat but Caine swallowed it as he kissed me.
I wasn't sure what exactly we were doing but I wasn't one for complaints. My hands found their way to the back of his hair as I kissed him back. He wasn't my first kiss by a long shot but there was something about this, something about kissing him in the dark basement, mere days after we had nearly been killed. There was something about the nature of all of this, not knowing if we were even going to survive the night that made it all the more erotic.
His hands trailed down my side to tweak my nipples and my lips parted for him in an instant. His tongue slipped into mine, savoring my taste, claiming every inch of my mouth as his own and I was powerless to do nothing but let him.
Unlike his usual controlled demeanor, Caine's kisses were wild and reckless and I fucking loved it.
"You're fucking beautiful," he whispered and for a second, I thought I had misheard until his lips moved to my throat, barely kissing. "But you already know that don't you? You know just the kind of weapon you wield in your hands and how to use it."
I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or himself and I didn't have the time to think about it when his hands moved down my waist and my hips to my soaked panties. His finger ghosted over it, relishing in how wet I was for him and my cheeks burned bright.
"You poor thing," he mumbled, pressing an open mouthed kiss to my throat. "If you needed me this badly, you should have said something."
"That has nothing to do with you," I managed out and Caine cocked his head to the side as he stared at me.
His thumb found my clit and time ceased to move. "Doesn't it? You're downright soaking through your panties right now."
"Fuck you."
"I will fuck you, princess, but not today."
He parted my panties before pushing one thick finger inside of me.
It felt so good that I thought I would cum in an instant. I barely managed to smother down my moan. I was convinced that this man was built for horrible, sinful things and I couldn't bring myself to care because they felt so good- too good even.
He kissed me everywhere: my tits, my throat and the corner of my lips as his fingers moved inside of me in a steady rhythm that had my toes curling but not enough to give me exactly what I wanted.
"Caine," I groaned in frustration when his lips ghosted over mine.
"You asked me why I kissed you before," he whispered against my lips. "It was because I could."
He added a second finger and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head.
"It's because you were sitting right there all pretty and doe eyed and I thought that if we were going to die then I was at least going to know what your lips tasted like."
"Caine-"
"Rowan," he cut me off. "If you're going to have my fingers inside of you then you may as well call me by the right fucking name."
His fingers hit a spot that had my toes curling, and my hands gripping the matrass for support. He was driving me to the point of near insanity and I wanted more. I needed more.
His thumb found my clit as his lips claimed mine again, his tongue driving into my mouth, exploring every inch in a way that had me imagining what it would be like if it were his lips down there instead of his hands.
The thought was downright filthy, heightening the experience until it was almost painful.
"I can feel how close you are, feel how your cunt is dripping down my hand and how tight you're squeezing my fingers," he whispered. "Cum for me, princess, I know you want to."
He bit down on my bottom lip at the same moment he flicked my clit and I exploded all over him, his kiss swallowing the moans I could no longer smother.