Ever After Awaits (Layla) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Layla POV

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Cade’s mouth is on me, and the world narrows to just this–the heat of his breath as it ghosts across.

my skin, the slow press of his hands as it spreads across my thighs, the soft friction of the blanket beneath my back, and the stars overhead that’s spinning slightly out of focus.

His tongue moves in lazy, deliberate strokes, parting me with a tenderness that borders on being worshipful. Each glide through my folds is unhurried and exploratory–like he’s savoring my every reaction and chasing every hitch of my breath. He presses a kiss low at my entrance, then drags his tongue up again, and circles my clit with a feather–light precision that makes my spine arch off the blanket. My fingers clutch at the fabric beside me, my body unable to do anything else but feel what he’s doing to me.

His name escapes my lips, and it’s a breathy exhale that barely makes it up my throat. He hums low

in response with a vibration that sinks into me with a dizzying effect. His hands tighten their hold

on my upper thighs as his thumbs trace soothing circles just beneath the curve of my hips. He

flattens his tongue and then licks a little firmer, then alternates with soft flicks of the tip of his

tongue that have my thighs trembling around his head.

Every kiss he leaves on me is patient, almost devout–like. Like he’s mapping every inch of me with

his mouth and intends to memorize every landmark. And when I glance down, his eyes are open,

darker than usual and laced with intent, and they’re fixed on me as if I’m something revered.

He shifts slightly and nudges my legs wider apart with the firm drag of his rough palms, anchoring

me even as I begin to come apart. The scruff along his jaw grazes the insides of my thighs, and it sends sparks dancing up my spine, while his tongue flicks again–just so–sending a jolt of heat

straight through me.

His mouth never falters, as his one hand trails upward, his fingertips skimming the inside of my

thigh until they slip between my soaked folds. I gasp as he smoothly sinks a single finger inside me with a slow and deliberate motion, before curling it just right, like he’s known my body for years.

He finds my G–spot almost immediately, rubbing against it with a rhythmic precision that has me

biting my lip to keep from crying out. His tongue keeps working in tandem with his finger, circling and stroking my pussy with a reverence that borders on addictive. My hips unconsciously rise to

meet his mouth, chasing every wave he sends crashing through me. The pleasure builds in layers that’s filled with lustful desire, until I can’t tell where one sensation ends and the next begins.

And when I come undone a few beats later, it isn’t loud. It’s not made of fireworks, and neither is it

frenzied. It’s quiet and honest as my hands tangle in his honey–blonde hair, holding him to me like he’s the only real thing I’ve ever touched. My body bows, and my breath catches as his name leaves

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my lips again, softer this time, like a prayer whispered into the night, “Cade.”

He doesn’t rush me through my climax. He slows down incrementally and guides me through it gently, lightly licking me until every last tremor has dissipated from my body, and until I’m breathless and boneless and blinking up at the stars with something that feels a lot like wonder.

After giving me a few beats to come back to myself, he moves up my body slowly, pressing kisses on my stomach, my ribs, and my collarbone. His chest slides against mine as he hovers above me, his lips ghosting up my neck and across my jaw, until we’re face to face again.

“You okay?” he whispers as his fingertips gently brush my hair back from my face.

I’m only able to nod once, still dazed, and my body full of something golden, before I softly say,

“More than okay.”

At my words, he leans down and kisses me, taking his time and going slow. There’s no heat, not right away. It’s the kind of kiss that settles everything between us. That says ‘I’ve got you‘. That says ‘I’m

here‘.

When he pulls back just enough to speak, his voice is gravel and silk, all wrapped around each other.

“Still with me?”

I smile as I brush my fingers lightly along the line of his stubbled jaw. “Always.”

His eyes search mine, and they’re warm and dark and full of unspoken things. Then he starts to

move again–slowly, reverently–like he’s giving me one last chance to stop him, to change my mind.

I don’t.

Instead, I slide my hands beneath his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin and the toned muscle

beneath it. He sits back on his haunches just enough to pull it over his head, and I drink in every

inch of him like I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

And then, that smirk of his–the soft one, the teasing one–makes a comeback.

“Still good, Sunshine? No regrets?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I laugh breathlessly, before answering sincerely, “None.”

“Guess I’m doing something right, then,” he says, that cocky grin I love so much, tipping up the

corners of his mouth.

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“You’re doing everything right,” I say with honesty and sincerity.

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He leans down again and seals his lips to mine with tenderness and devotion. The kiss deepens, and it’s slow but charged, as Cade’s hands begin to roam my body. Palming the curve of my waist, brushing his fingertips along the underside of my breasts, then smoothing them across my ribs like he’s mapping a memory he never wants to lose. My fingers move just as eagerly. Tracing the slope of his shoulders, the lines of his muscular back, even slipping down to slide them underneath his jeans‘ waistband so I can scrape my nails lightly across his ass cheeks.

When he undresses me the rest of the way, it’s not rushed or greedy. It’s with reverence. Like he’s unwrapping something holy. He starts by carefully peeling my shirt up over my head, then kisses a path across the tops of my still bra–covered breasts. I feel the brush of cool night air on my now- bare skin, heightening the contrast of his warm hands as they skim along my sides, causing goose bumps to spread in their wake. He pauses to look at me–really look–his eyes drinking in every inch of me with an awe that makes my cheeks heat and my heart ache in the best way.

Shifting away from me somewhat, he sheds his own pants and boxers in one fluid motion, and my breath hitches the moment I see him–thick and fully hard, his cock flushed and heavy against his lower stomach. A flush creeps up my neck, but it’s not from embarrassment–it’s because of wonder

and desire.

He catches the look on my face and smirks softly as he reaches for his wallet that’s in the pocket of his discarded jeans. “Don’t say it,” he warns playfully as he pulls out a condom.

I arch a brow and ask sassily, “You always carry one around in case you get lucky?”

He lets out a low, sheepish laugh before confessing, “No. I was just hoping that one day, I’d get to do this with you.”

His honest yet straightforward words undo me more than anything else tonight has.

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