From Substitute To Queen novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

“Caelan…” she sighed against my lips, dragging out the last syllable in that pouty, playful way that drove me crazy.

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A shiver raced down my spine, electricity shooting through every nerve ending in my body. I felt my self-control crumbling with each passing second.

“I never wanted to push you away, Sabi,” I whispered against her ear, my voice thick with emotion and desire. “Every moment without you has been torture, every second like burning in hell.”

I pulled back just enough to see her face, my words pouring out like a confession. “You are my life, my soul, my entire reason for existing. I love you more than my own life.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I climbed onto her bed and positioned myself above her, pressing my body against hers. I deepened the kiss, my tongue slipping between her lips to dance with hers. She responded with small, breathy moans that nearly drove me

insane.

My lips traveled from her mouth to her jawline, then down the soft skin of her neck. I gently bit at her skin, feeling her tremble beneath me. My breathing grew ragged as desire consumed me like wildfire, my body tense with need.

“Baby, sit up for me,” I coaxed, my voice rough with want. “Let me take off your clothes, okay?”

In her drunken haze, Sable obediently sat up, her head falling limply against my shoulder. Her fingers traced mindless patterns across my chest, each feather-light touch setting my skin ablaze. My body went rigid, a groan catching in my throat as my blood boiled beneath her innocent caress.

I carefully removed her jacket, my movements gentle as if handling precious glass. I undressed her piece by piece-her blouse, her skirt-my hands trembling slightly. When she was completely naked, the cool air made her shiver, her body curling inward for

warmth.

“Don’t be afraid, Sabi,” I said hoarsely. “I’m here.”

I pulled the covers over us, wrapping her in warmth. My lips found her skin again, trailing kisses from her collarbone to her chest. I paused at her breast, my gaze burning as I took in her perfect curves. I lowered my mouth to her nipple, circling it with my tongue before sucking gently, my actions tender yet urgent.

Sable’s back arched instinctively, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Caelan…”

The sound of my name spoken in that broken, needy voice was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. My hands explored her body, one caressing her other breast while my mouth continued its worship. Her body responded to my touch as if we were made for each other.

My kisses moved lower, crossing her flat stomach, leaving a trail of heat on her soft skin. I stopped at the junction of her thighs, my breath catching as I gazed at her most intimate place. With reverent care, I parted her legs, exposing her to my hungry gaze.

I lowered my head, my tongue gently exploring her most sensitive spot. I moved slowly, savoring her taste, treating her like the treasure she was. My tongue circled her clit in deliberate patterns, alternating between light licks and deeper pressure.

Sable’s body jerked, broken moans falling from her lips. “Caelan… that feels… strange…”

Her reaction fueled my desire even more. My rational mind was crumbling fast, overwhelmed by primal need. One hand stroked her inner thigh while the other supported her hips, lifting her slightly to give me better access. My tongue delved deeper, tasting her thoroughly, my pace increasing as her breathing grew more erratic.

She clutched at the sheets, her body instinctively responding though her mind remained clouded by alcohol. Her legs trembled, alternately tensing around me and falling open in surrender.

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Her every moan is tearing at my soul. I know she’s completely unaware right now, but her body is responding to me like it knows exactly who I am. I want to give her all the tenderness in the world, but I’m terrified my desire will ruin her. She is my everything-my sin and my

salvation.

I raised my head to look at her flushed face. Her lips were parted, cheeks pink with intoxication, looking like she was lost in the sweetest dream. I kissed her forehead, holding her tightly against my chest, fighting to control the desire raging through me. Her breast pressed against mine, our hearts beating in tandem as if time itself had stopped.

“Sabi, I will always protect you,” I promised against her ear. “Always.”

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft stripes across Sable’s sleeping form. Her breathing was steady now, peaceful. I hadn’t slept at all, just watched her face all night, my heart full of contradictory emotions.

I knew that when she woke up, she probably wouldn’t remember anything from last night. The thought both relieved and pained me.

Carefully, I slipped out of bed, making sure the blanket covered her properly. I leaned down for one last kiss on her forehead, then turned to leave.

Sable’s POV

I forced my eyes open, the morning light stabbing through my skull like needles. My mouth tasted like I’d been drinking straight vodka instead of cocktails.

I shifted slightly and winced. My body felt heavy, disconnected, like I was moving through thick water. But as I tried to piece together the fragments of last night, images started flooding back in vivid, mortifying detail.

The dream. Oh God, the dream.

Heat flooded my cheeks as memories surfaced with crystalline clarity. Caelan undressed me, his hands gentle yet urgent as he pressed me down and captured my lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His mouth traveled lower-to my neck, my collarbone, my breasts- leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Then he parted my thighs with his hands, lowering himself between them, and I felt his tongue flick and circle over my clit, sending shivers through my entire body…

Stop it.

I sat up abruptly, the sudden movement making my head spin. This was exactly what I didn’t need right now. My subconscious was apparently determined to torture me with fantasies about a man who had already moved on with someone else.

I pressed my palms against my burning cheeks. The worst part wasn’t even the dream itself – it was my body’s reaction to it. The unmistakable evidence that even asleep, even knowing he was with Elena, I still wanted him with an intensity that made me sick

with shame.

My underwear was damp and sticky, physical proof of just how pathetic I’d become.

You’re disgusting, Sable Crawford.

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