From Substitute To Queen novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

In her sleep, Sable became completely uninhibited. Her body sought warmth and comfort without conscious thought, and apparently, I was the most comfortable thing in her bed.

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First, her arm slipped across my chest, fingers unconsciously gripping my shirt. Then one leg hooked over my hip, pulling her body flush against mine.

My body’s response was immediate and painful. Blood rushed south as she pressed against me, soft and warm and completely

trusting.

This is going to be the longest night of my life.

Every time I tried to carefully disentangle myself, she would make a small sound of distress in her sleep and pull me closer. It was like she could sense when I was trying to leave, even unconscious.

“Like a cute octopus,” I muttered under my breath.

Around 2 AM, she shifted again, this time settling with her face buried against my neck. Her warm breath sent electricity through my entire nervous system.

Then she started making soft sounds in her sleep. Not quite moans, but breathy little sighs that made my hands clench into fists.

She’s going to kill me, I thought, staring at the ceiling and trying to think about anything except the warm, willing woman wrapped

around me like a second skin.

By 4 AM, I’d given up any pretense of sleep. Instead, I lay perfectly still and watched the play of shadows across her face as the hours passed. The way her lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks. The slight part of her lips as she breathed.

When she unconsciously nuzzled closer and let out another one of those soft sighs directly against my throat, I had to bite back a

groan.

This is the sweetest torture imaginable, I thought. Holding the woman I love while she sleeps, knowing I could wake her up and show her exactly how much I want her, but choosing to let her rest instead.

The sky was beginning to lighten when she finally shifted away from me, rolling onto her side and giving me my first full breath in

hours.

I looked down at her peaceful face, hair spread across the pillow like silk, and felt that familiar surge of protective tenderness.

As dawn broke through the windows, painting everything in soft gold, I finally allowed myself to relax. Sable slept on, completely unaware of the havoc she’d wreaked on my self-control.

And despite the ache in my body and the sleepless night, I’d never been happier.

Sable’s POV

My head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. I opened my eyes slowly, wincing as morning light filtered through the curtains and drove spikes straight into my skull.

What the hell did I drink last night?

I was in my own bed, wearing a soft silk nightgown that definitely wasn’t what I’d put on yesterday.

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As I turned my head on the pillow, still trying to piece together fragments of memory, I found myself staring directly into a pair of deep blue eyes.

Those eyes looked tired, rimmed with red, but they were watching me with gentle warmth.

“Ah! 1 jerked backward instinctively, my body hitting the headboard.

But then recognition flooded through me, and I relaxed immediately. “Caelan? What are you doing here?

He was lying beside me fully clothed, his dark hair mussed, stubble shadowing his jaw. He looked like he’d been awake all night.

“Good morning, wife.”

I blinked hard, trying to focus through the fog in my brain. Scattered images flickered through my mind – bright stage lights, a microphone in my hand, singing terribly off-key…

“I remember drinking. And then…” My eyes widened in horror. “Oh God, I was at that bar. Did I really get up on stage?”

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “You gave quite a performance.”

“Please tell me I didn’t do anything completely humiliating.” I pressed my palms against my burning cheeks.

“Well,” Caelan shifted closer, his voice taking on a teasing tone, “you did call me your husband in front of the entire bar.

“I did not!”

“You absolutely did. His eyes sparkled with amusement now. “Very loudly and very publicly.”

I buried my face in my hands. “What else did I say? Please tell me that was the worst of it.”

“And then you gave me a very specific title that I have to say I found… enlightening.”

I wanted to disappear into the mattress. “Kill me now.”

Actually, I found it quite informative. His hand moved to cup my cheek. “You also mentioned some very intimate details about our relationship

“Stop” I grabbed his wrist. I can’t handle any more embarrassment right now.”

But he wasn’t done torturing me. “You know, you proved my King of Repression title pretty accurate last night.”

My eyes snapped to his “What do you mean?”

His expression grey muse serious Do you know how how hard it was to be gentleman when you were practically climbing all over

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his

The kiss started suit, sentative, but when he reasoning mediately. I degenek is. My arms wound anound his neck, pulling him

closer

His hands found my waist. fingers tangling in the silk of my nicht bewlled me beneath him

He kissed along my jaw and I started working at the buttons of bus svies

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He captured my mouth again, this kiss hungrier than the last.

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My shirt came off first, followed by his. When he finally moved above me, his eyes locked with mine. The intensity there stole my breath – love and desire and something deeper, more primal.

“I love you,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “I love you so fucking much it scares me.”

“I love you too.”

He moved slowly, watching my face for any sign of discomfort.

“Okay?” he asked, voice strained with the effort of restraint.

“Perfect,” I managed, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

The rhythm we found was gentle, intimate, our foreheads pressed together as we moved. Every thrust sent waves of sensation through me.

“Sable. My name was a broken sound on his lips as he buried his face in my neck. “You feel incredible.”

I couldn’t form words anymore. Could only hold onto him as the tension inside me wound tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending me over the edge with a cry of his name.

He followed moments later.

We lay tangled together afterward, his arms wrapped securely around me as our breathing gradually returned to normal.

“So,” I said eventually, unable to resist teasing him, “still think you deserve that ‘King of Emotional Repression’ title?”