Cornelia's POV
Caleb felt different from David. Thicker but not as long. I ran my tongue along the pulsing veins of his length, savoring the heat radiating from his skin.
"Cornelia," he groaned, his voice rougher than usual. His hands found their way into my hair, fingers threading through the strands.
I decided to torment him. My tongue traced his full length while my lips barely brushed his swollen tip. I sucked just the crown, hard enough to make him think I might take more, then pulled back.
He actually whimpered. His hips shifted, desperately seeking more. "God, you're cruel, my love."
That made me smile. Caleb's hazy eyes locked onto my mouth. Something intoxicating coursed through me at having this powerful man completely at my mercy. The control he surrendered made me feel like I could completely destroy him. The rush of power was dangerously addictive.
The way he whispered 'my love' in that gravelly voice made my heart race.
I craved hearing it again.
