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Chapter 84: The Morning After

Chapter 84: The Morning After

(Casey’s POV)

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The first thing I noticed that morning wasn’t the warmth—it was the light. A thin, sliver of sunlight had wormed its way through the barely parted curtains, cutting across my face like a blade made of fire. It wasn’t blinding, not at first. Just enough to stir me. I didn’t open my eyes right away. I drifted, teetering on the edge of consciousness, suspended in that strange limbo where dreams and reality blur into one.

I could feel Jace beside me, his body radiating heat, grounding me. For a moment, it felt peaceful. Safe.

There was something off in the silence. It wasn’t the usual morning calm. It was too still. Like the house was holding its breath. Like something was watching—waiting.

A chill snuck beneath the sheets despite the warmth on my face. My fingers twitched instinctively, brushing against the bedsheet, as if expecting to find something... or someone. The light on my face began to feel invasive—like it was trying to pull me from safety into something far less forgiving.

I finally opened my eyes.

And that’s when I noticed it.

I wasn’t alone. Waking up with someone else in bed beside me was something I had not experienced in quite a long time and it was taking a while for me to get comfortable with it.

I shifted gently in the bed, only to realize I wasn’t going anywhere—Jace’s arms were wrapped tightly around me like velvet chains. His grip was firm, and possessive, even in sleep. I cracked one eye open, blinking slowly as the soft morning light filtered into the room. My back was pressed to his chest, and I could feel the comforting thump of his heart against me, its rhythm steady and strong—like it was in sync with mine.

His breath was warm as it tickled the back of my neck, a slow and lazy exhale that made my skin tingle. His face was nuzzled against the crook of my neck, and I could feel the soft scratch of his stubble as he shifted slightly in his sleep, pulling me closer. There was no space between us, only heat.

Then I felt it—his cock, nestled snugly against my butt. Soft for now, but the contact made my breath hitch, my thoughts stray. I couldn’t help the small smile that curled my lips. There was something about waking up like this—his body molded around mine, his warmth seeping into me—that made the world beyond the sheets feel irrelevant.

And I didn’t want to leave.

I shifted slowly in the bed, sliding down just enough so the sunlight wouldn’t kiss my eyes so harshly. The soft sheets rustled beneath me, warm from our shared heat. I let out a long, contented breath, breathing in the scent of Jace—the faint hint of cologne, sweat, and something purely him that always made my insides flutter. His arm was still draped around me, heavy and comforting, anchoring me to the moment.

I reached for his hand beneath the covers and laced my fingers through his, holding on tightly like he was a dream I didn’t want to wake from. The world outside could wait. Right now, I was in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

I wriggled just a bit closer, pressing my body against his until there was nothing else but skin and heat between us. I could feel the growing stir of him against my lower back, and a slow smile curved on my lips. I loved this—the quiet intimacy, the closeness, the electricity simmering just beneath the surface. I nestled my head beneath his chin, feeling his breath stir my hair, and whispered, "Don’t let me go. Not yet."

As I did this, I felt his hands move slightly, and he slowly cupped one of my breasts. I smiled softly, but I didn’t turn.

"I thought you were asleep," I whispered, my voice soft and thick with sleep, barely audible above the silence of the morning.

"Nah..." Jace murmured, his voice low and gravelly in my ear. "I woke up the second you stirred. Besides..." He shifted slightly behind me, pulling me closer, his bare chest pressing against my back. "There’s no way I could stay asleep with you moving around like that. And finding you curled up in my arms like this?" He let out a soft groan. "Come on... things like that do something to a man."

"Things?" I asked playfully, my voice growing husky, my lips curving into a sleepy smile. "Things like what?"

His hand slid slowly beneath the covers, grazing the curve of my waist, then my belly... then higher. He cupped one breast gently, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak. I gasped quietly, my back arching instinctively into his touch.

"Yeah," he murmured. "Things like this."

I pressed my hips back into him and felt the shift in his body immediately—the way his breath hitched, the way his cock hardened against my ass.

"What else?" I whispered, teasing, rolling my hips deliberately.

He chuckled darkly, lips finding the soft curve of my neck, his hand now gripping my hip with purpose. "Things like making you forget your name before the morning even really begins. Things like starting the day with you panting and shaking beneath me."

I shivered in anticipation, heat flooding me. "Then what are you waiting for?"

"Oh, I’m not done yet!" Jace muttered gruffly as he shifted, I felt him place a kiss on the nape of my neck. Then, his hands began to travel down my body, going down my sides as he settled over my thighs, sending a trail of fire running through my veins. "Things like making a man go crazy. Things like making me want to drive you crazy as well. There are so many things I want to do to you, Casey. And I don’t think I’ve even scratched the surface."

"You don’t think?" I murmured with a soft chuckle as I began to shift, meaning to turn around and face him.

But his hand caught me, firm and commanding. "No... don’t turn around just yet."

That made me freeze, my body tensing with anticipation. There was something about the tone of his voice—low, gravelly, threaded with desire—that made my breath catch. Slowly, my eyes fluttered closed as I let myself surrender to the moment, unsure of what he had planned, but already aching for it.

His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, brushing up the length of my thigh, the touch so light it was almost unbearable. Heat pulsed low in my belly, spreading outward as he traced a maddening path toward the place I needed him most. His fingertips hovered just above the sensitive cleft between my legs, teasing, tempting—until he found the wet warmth waiting for him.

A quiet hiss left him. "So ready for me," he whispered roughly against my ear, the sound sending shivers racing down my spine. "Let me show you how much I want this... how much you want it..."

He didn’t wait for permission. One hand slid between my thighs, stroking gently, then with more pressure—slow, rhythmic movements that made me gasp and arch back into him. His other hand found my breast again, kneading, caressing, fingers circling the hardened peak until I moaned his name.

I reached behind me, grabbing his wrist, needing something to hold on to as sensation threatened to overwhelm me.

Then, with a delicious slowness, he slipped a single finger inside me. My hips bucked, breath catching in my throat as the pleasure intensified. He growled softly against my neck, still holding me close.

"I’m not stopping until you come apart in my arms," he said. "Not until I feel you shake against me."

"Oh, fuck..." I gasped, the word tumbling out of my mouth as a moan, raw and unfiltered. My hips jerked once, involuntarily, trying to ride the wave of pleasure coursing through me. But Jace didn’t ease up. He didn’t give me time to breathe, let alone recover.

Instead, he doubled down.

His finger moved inside me with relentless precision—deep, fast, unyielding. My hand flew to his wrist, gripping it tightly, half in protest, half in desperate need. I didn’t want him to stop. I couldn’t. But the sensation was so intense that it bordered on unbearable.

My waist had a mind of its own, grinding hard against his palm, chasing every stroke, every spark, every shiver of desire. My breath came in ragged pants, my skin flushed with heat. Still, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Craved more.

As if reading my mind, he slipped another finger inside me.

I nearly cried out.

The stretch, the fullness—it lit a fire in my core. His fingers were relentless, moving in tandem like a piston, in and out, again and again, until I was writhing in his arms, clutching the sheets and moaning his name like a prayer.

"Jace..." I whimpered, arching my back, and pressing closer. He wrapped his other arm around me, anchoring me to him as if I might float away under the force of it all.

"I love how you melt for me," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "And I’m not stopping... not until you come undone in my hands."

Not long after, he stopped, and I felt an emptiness I never knew I was even capable of feeling. However, his finger was immediately replaced by his cock. It was hard as a rock, and as it slipped into me, it was the sweetest thing I have ever had. We were in the spooning position, and he was slowly working his cock into me, while my legs were closed tight together. It was the best position, and holding him so close to me, feeling his heartbeat close to me made it all the more powerful.

This was proving to be the best morning I’ve ever had.