Longing for His Touch

POV: Sloane

For a few agonizing seconds, Kaelen simply stared at me in the cool night air. The playful, arrogant smirk he usually wore had entirely vanished, replaced by an intensely dark, unreadable expression. The heavy silence stretched between us, thick enough to suffocate me, making my heart hammer violently against my ribs as I waited for him to cross the line I had just drawn.

"No." His voice was firm, immediate, and utterly lacking in hesitation.

The blunt rejection sharply shattered my expectations, hitting me like a physical blow. I blinked in sheer shock, momentarily stunned. I had practically thrown myself at him, utterly desperate to forget the agonizing heartbreak of the day, and he was turning me down? The burning sting of embarrassment immediately flushed my cheeks. I instinctively began to pull my hand back, fully intending to shrink away, retreat inside my house, and lock the door on this humiliating disaster.

But before I could even take half a step backward, his hand shot out like lightning. His large fingers tightly clamped around my wrist, his grip unyielding and completely inescapable. With forceful, jarring momentum, he violently spun me around. The world blurred for a fraction of a second before my back hit his hard chest, and suddenly, his mouth was hovering mere millimeters from my ear.

"I'm not fucking you here," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent a raw jolt of electricity straight down my spine. "I'm taking you back to my place where I can make you scream as loudly as I want without worrying about nosy neighbors."

My pulse skyrocketed, entirely overriding my embarrassment. He didn't even wait for me to form a coherent answer. Maintaining his iron grip, he aggressively guided me away from my front porch and straight back to his sleek luxury car parked at the curb. He practically shoved me into the passenger side, his movements sharp and heavily laced with an impatient, aggressive hunger.

The exact moment we hit the open road, the heavy tension inside the dark cabin instantly morphed into something thick and dangerously explosive. Kaelen kept one hand steering the wheel while his other heavy hand slid across the console, landing possessively onto my bare thigh. The blistering heat of his touch against my exposed skin was electric. Almost completely on instinct, I parted my legs wider for him, leaning my head back against the plush leather seat. I wanted him to see it. I wanted to clearly demonstrate my willing, desperate surrender to whatever he planned to do to me tonight.

His fingers began to trace agonizingly slow circles against my skin, sending wild sparks of heat rushing straight to my core. Suddenly, the harsh, incessant ringing of his phone blared through the dashboard speakers, shattering the heavy quiet. He completely ignored the screen, choosing instead to slide his warm fingers even higher up my leg. His grip tightened firmly on my highly sensitive inner thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to my center.

The caller ID flashed brightly in the dark cabin: *Uncle Donovan*.

Kaelen finally decided to answer, tapping the screen to place the call on speaker without ever removing his hand from my flesh. "Yeah," Kaelen answered, his tone terrifyingly smooth and entirely unaffected.

"Where are you?" his uncle urgently demanded from the other end of the line, the background noise suggesting he was still at the sprawling venue. "Your father and your sister, Vanessa, have been frantically calling you. It's her wedding day, Kaelen."

Maintaining unbroken, intense eye contact with the dark road ahead, Kaelen finally shifted his hand. He deliberately used his middle finger to press right against my center, beginning to torturously and rhythmically tease my clit directly through the thin fabric of my underwear.

A sharp, breathless sound threatened to rip from my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, completely overwhelmed by the intense, sudden friction.

"I know," Kaelen replied smoothly into the phone, not missing a single beat as his middle finger applied a hard, precise pressure right on my clit, moving in relentless, agonizing circles. "I was watching the screen."

I had to aggressively bite my bottom lip so hard that I instantly tasted the sharp, metallic tang of copper. It was the only way I could forcefully swallow down the loud moans violently rising in my throat. My hips instinctively bucked upward, desperately chasing the heavy pressure of his finger.

"Your father was right when he said you'd pick up my call," Donovan said, oblivious to the fact that his nephew was actively fingering me while navigating the highway. "Are you coming back? We need you here for the reception photos."

Kaelen dug his finger in deeper, sliding it directly over the saturated fabric of my underwear, completely soaking the cotton with my arousal. "Is my dad standing right next to you?" Kaelen asked, his voice steady while his actions were ruthlessly driving me out of my mind.

"No. Why?"

"Tell him you couldn't reach me," Kaelen calmly instructed his uncle, his tone leaving absolutely no room for debate. He decisively declared, "I'm busy tonight."

Without giving his uncle a single second to argue, Kaelen tapped the screen and hung up instantly. The heavy silence immediately crashed back into the car, save for the low hum of the engine and my own erratic, ragged breathing. But instead of pushing my underwear aside to finally give me what I was dying for, both of his hands abruptly returned to the steering wheel. He completely withdrew his touch, leaving me violently aching, dripping wet, and deeply hateful of how intensely I longed for his skin against mine again.

He didn't speak another word as he drove us out of the city limits, eventually arriving at his secluded, fortress-like hillside estate. It was a sprawling modern-day palace constructed entirely of sleek glass and dark steel, heavily illuminated by stark, expensive outdoor lighting.

As soon as the car stopped in the expansive driveway, my impatience completely took over. I immediately reached for the door handle to let myself out, desperate to get inside. But Kaelen's large hand instantly slammed down, firmly squeezing my thigh.

"Sit still," he commanded, his voice sharp and incredibly dominant.

An unexpected, desperate desire to completely obey his every instruction instantly washed over me, keeping me entirely frozen in my seat. I didn't move a single muscle as I watched him step out of the car, walk around the sleek hood, and pull my door open himself.

He reached down and gripped my wrist with a commanding, authoritative strength that entirely lacked his earlier playful teasing. He hauled me out of the passenger seat, leading me swiftly toward the massive front entrance of the mansion. The moment we stepped inside and the heavy, imposing front door locked securely behind us with a loud, definitive click, the entire outside world vanished completely. Every suffocating thought of Vanessa, every agonizing memory of Rowan and the wedding I had just fled—it all evaporated, completely eclipsed by the overwhelming, heavy sexual tension radiating from the man dragging me through his foyer.

He led me in total, heavy silence up the grand, sweeping staircase. He pushed open a set of heavy double doors, revealing a massive, dreamlike bedroom that felt a world away from reality. The space was utterly enormous, heavily draped in luxurious black and gold silk, with a massive king-sized bed dominating the center of the room.

He released my wrist, and I stood frozen near the edge of the bed. Kaelen began to slowly circle me, his dark eyes raking over my body exactly like a predator assessing his absolute trapped prey. But just as the thick tension reached a boiling point, his phone suddenly blared again from his suit pocket, loudly breaking the heavy quiet.

His jaw tightened in clear frustration. He pulled the phone out, glaring at the screen before looking back at me. He gave a sharp, rigid gesture with his hand, silently communicating that he would be right back, and then stepped out into the long hall, pulling the bedroom door partially shut behind him.

Left entirely alone and burning up from the inside out, I urgently retreated into his sprawling, opulent master bathroom. The space was immaculate, completely lined with dark marble. I practically ran to the expansive sink, turning on the silver faucet to a blast of freezing water. I desperately splashed the icy liquid onto my flushed, burning face, scrubbing at my skin in a futile, pathetic attempt to wash away the overwhelming, desperate craving currently dominating my entire body. I had hated this man. I had spent so much energy despising Vanessa's older brother, yet right now, the absolute only thing my mind could focus on was getting fucked by him.

The cold water provided only a fleeting, temporary fix. I grabbed a towel, pressing it to my dripping face, trying to catch my breath.

My breath violently hitched in my throat when Kaelen's large, heavy hands suddenly clamped down onto my waist from behind. I hadn't even heard him re-enter the room. I immediately attempted to turn around to face him, but he instantly stopped me, completely halting my movement. He slid one hand up from my waist, moving it to gently but firmly wrap his long fingers directly around the front of my neck, physically holding me securely in place.

Our darkened, heavily lust-filled eyes locked intensely in the expansive vanity mirror spanning the wall in front of us. I could see that he had already completely unbuttoned his crisp white dress shirt while he was in the hall, fully exposing his sculpted, heavily muscled chest and the hard lines of his abdomen.

Weaving the fingers of his free hand deeply into my hair at the back of my scalp, he forcefully tilted my head back. The aggressive motion completely exposed my throat to him, and a sharp, uncontrollable gasp escaped my parted lips. He leaned down, his face brushing against the side of my head until his hot, heavy breath rushed directly against my ear.

"Want me to be gentle?" he asked in a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated straight through my bones.

My entire body flushed hot as I felt the undeniable, rigid evidence of his arousal. His hard cock was pressing heavily and distinctly against my ass directly through the thick fabric of his tailored trousers. He was completely rock hard, and the friction against my backside made my knees dangerously weak.

"Not even a little," I breathed back, staring directly into his reflection in the mirror, letting him see exactly how desperate I was for his complete aggression.

Kaelen's lustful gaze turned absolutely pitch black. "Good," he murmured, his thumb pressing firmly against the pulse point on my neck, "because I don't do gentle."

He didn't give me a single second to brace myself. He aggressively turned me around to face him, his hands grabbing my waist with punishing force. But he didn't kiss me immediately. Instead, he let his lips hover torturously close to mine, completely dragging out the heavy anticipation until my heart was pounding violently in my throat and an undeniable, throbbing ache pulsed heavily between my legs. The sheer heat radiating off his chest was intoxicating.

With a wicked, dominant smirk, he finally crashed his mouth down onto mine. He kissed me hard, deep, and utterly bruising, his tongue immediately pushing past my lips to entirely dominate my mouth. His fingertips firmly gripped my chin, tilting my face to his exact preferred angle, physically enforcing exactly who was entirely in control of this night.

After entirely consuming my mouth and leaving me completely breathless, he pulled back just a tiny fraction of an inch. His lips still heavily brushing against mine with every ragged breath we took, he stared down at my swollen mouth and whispered a dark, heavy promise into the humid air.

"Let's see how well you forget him now."