The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 165

Chapter 151: Wedding Night

Bella POV

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The guests were gone by nine, the evening had been long and warm, dinner stretched past sunset, the garden lights doing exactly what I’d hoped, Tom falling asleep against Diana’s shoulder sometime around eight with the ring pillow still clutched to his chest. Maya had taken him up as Diana had stayed long enough to help stack chairs and then said goodnight.

By nine it was just us, in the quiet of the house, with the lights still strung in the garden and the last of the wine on the kitchen counter and nothing left between us and the fact that we were, actually and finally, alone.

Caleb was in the kitchen when I came back downstairs from checking on Tom. He’d taken off his jacket and loosened his tie and was leaning against the counter with a glass of water, and he looked up when he heard me on the stairs, and something in the way he looked at me – the same way he’d looked at me when I’d walked down the garden path, unhurried and complete – made me stop on the bottom step.

“He’s asleep?” Caleb asked.

“Out cold,” I said. “Still holding the pillow.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “He did well.”

“He was born for that job and he knew it.”

Caleb set down the glass and crossed the kitchen toward me, unhurried, and I stayed where I was on the bottom step which put us nearly at the same height, and when he reached me he lifted one hand and touched my jaw, just that, and looked at me for a long moment without saying anything.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said. “I just keep ” He stopped, Tried again. “I keep thinking I should say something significant. And then I look at you and I can’t think of a single word.”

“That’s a first,” I said.

“I know.” He almost smiled. “I’ve been very articulate all day and now I have nothing.”

I reached up and pulled his tie loose the rest of the way, letting it fall, and his eyes tracked the movement and came back to my face. “You don’t need words,” I said.

He kissed me then-slow and deep, as his tongue slid between my lips, stroking mine with deliberate strokes that made the heat pool low in my belly. I kissed him back just as slowly, tasting the whiskey an his tongue, letting the kiss turn wet and hungry. His hand stayed at my jaw while the other gripped my waist, pulling me tighter against his hard body.

We moved upstairs like that, stopping twice on the landing because neither of us wanted to rush. Each time he pressed me against the wall and kissed me deeper, tongues tangling, breaths mingling, until my lips felt swollen and my knees grew weak.

In the bedroom, he unzipped my dress with careful fingers. The fabric slid down my body and pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it and stood before him in nothing but my lace panties. His gaze moved over my

Chapter 151 Wedding Night

bare breasts, dark n*****s already tight, and lower. He didn’t speak. He simply looked like he was memorizing every inch of me.

“Come here,” he said quietly.

Charms

I walked into his arms. He kissed me again, deeper this time, one hand buried in my hair while the other pressed flat against the small of my back. His tongue explored my mouth with slow, possessive strokes.

He broke the kiss and lowered his head to my breast. His hot mouth closed over my n****e, sucking gently at first, then harder. His tongue circled the stiff peak, licking and flicking until I gasped. He moved to the other breast, licking the soft underside before drawing the n****e between his lips again, sucking with wet, rhythmic pulls that sent sharp pleasure straight to my core.

“Caleb…” I breathed, fingers threading through his black hair.

He guided me back onto the bed. His hands hooked into my panties and slid them down my legs. He spread my thighs wide and settled between them. For a moment he just looked at my exposed p***y, already wet and glistening. Then he leaned down and licked me-long, slow strokes of his tongue from my entrance up to my clit.

I moaned loudly as his warm, wet tongue dragged over my sensitive folds. He licked me thoroughly, exploring every inch, tasting me. When his tongue circled my swollen clit, my hips jerked. He held me down with one strong hand on my stomach and kept licking-slow, deliberate laps that made my legs tremble.

He sucked my clit gently into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue while two fingers slid inside my tight, slick p***y. He pumped them slowly, curling them against that sensitive spot inside me. Pleasure built fast and sharp. My moans turned into cries, growing louder as he licked and sucked and fucked me with his fingers.

“Caleb-oh god” I screamed as the orgasm crashed through me, my p***y clenching hard around his fingers, thighs shaking around his head.

He didn’t stop until the last wave faded. Only then did he rise, stripping off the rest of his clothes. His c**k was thick and hard, the head already slick with pre-cum. He climbed over me, settling between my spread thighs.

He pushed inside me slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching my still-pulsing p***y. I gasped at the fullness. When he was buried to the hilt, he paused, looking down at me with dark, stormy eyes.”

Then he began to fuck me-slow, deep thrusts that dragged his c**k against every sensitive nerve inside me. Each stroke was deliberate, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back into the base. The wet sound of his c**k moving in my soaked p***y filled the room.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his thrusts. He fucked me steadily, grinding deep on every stroke, his hips rolling in a slow, powerful rhythm. Pleasure built again, hotter and deeper this time.

I screamed his name as another orgasm hit me, my p***y fluttering and squeezing around his thick c**k. He kept fucking me through it, slow and relentless, drawing it out until I was shaking and breathless.

Only then did his pace falter. With a low groan he thrust deep one final time and came, filling me with hot, pulsing spurts of cum.

Chapter 151 Wedding Night

We stayed locked together, breathing hard. Afterward, he rolled to the side and pulled me against his chest, his arm heavy around me. The faint sound of the garden drifted through the open window.

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