Eleanor tensed, but Cael didn’t stop. He didn’t even seem to register that they were about to be caught. Or maybe he didn’t care. She grabbed his hair with one hand, but he ignored her, still working her clit in that motion that had stars dancing across her sight.

Oh god. She was going to come.

The voices stopped just out of sight. She couldn’t focus on the words of their low conversation. She could only stare helplessly at the open doorway as Cael ate her pussy in full view of anyone who looked into the room. The shadows might mean they wouldn’t be seen at first sight, but they would be seen. He sucked her clit into her mouth, hard. That was all it took, she moaned as she came all over his face.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Cael dragged his tongue through her folds, a challenge in his eyes. She shook her head desperately, but he only gave a dark grin and rose, still covering her mouth. She recognized his intent when he undid the front of his pants. He withdrew his cock and gave it a rough stroke. She whimpered a little at the sight, need overriding everything.

He leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Are you really my little slut, Eleanor? Are you going to take this cock while there are two people standing right outside the door?” His breath shuddered out. “Are you going to let me fill you up?”

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t reason through this. She’d never let him fuck her bare. Not once. It had nothing to do with a lack of trust and everything to do with her husband. Now? She was a widow. She answered to no one but herself. There would be consequences for being caught like this, but she suddenly didn’t give a damn. She needed him too desperately. She nodded.

He didn’t move except to lift his hand from her mouth. “I need your words, baby. Tell me.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, Cael. I need you.”

This time, he didn’t make her wait. He covered her mouth again, but it felt different this time. Gentle. Almost…cherishing. Cael wrapped a fist around his cock and guided it to her entrance. He eased into her slowly, feeding her inch by thick inch until they were sealed together. His exhale shuddered against her neck. “You broke my heart, Eleanor. Ripped it right out of my fucking chest.”

She made a sound of protest, but he nipped the spot where her neck met shoulder, silencing her. “It doesn’t matter. None of that shit matters when I’ve got this tight, wet pussy clamped around my cock.” He gave a hoarse, nearly soundless laugh. “You really are a good girl, aren’t you, Eleanor? Giving me what I want, no questions asked.”