Chapter 14

Ana

The door opens with a bang, the solid wood smacking hard against the wall from the force.

I inhale sharply as Cas storms in, his eyes burning with intense heat.

“Is everything okay?” I ask hesitantly, half-afraid of the answer.

Before today, I had never seen this side of Cas—the anger, the cold calculation. Chills race down my spine as I think of it, my mind spinning in conflicting emotions.

I’m worried about him, but I also fear him—the man he’s become, as well as what he might be capable of. But I can’t deny the pull that I feel towards him now. I can’t deny the heat that seems to build between my legs as I look at him.

“Everything’s fine,” he answers gruffly, running his hands roughly through his blonde hair.

“Cas—”

“Let’s not talk just now,” he cuts in, pacing the length of the room manically.

I resist the urge to question him further. A part of me is afraid of what I might find anyway.

He stops pacing abruptly, his eyes shooting at me. I feel as much as see them skim the length of me before returning to my face. They linger intently on my eyes, his meaning spoken loudly despite his lack of words.

He crosses the room in a rush, stopping very close to me.

“Ana…” he whispers, leaning in to caress my lips with his own.

Electricity shoots through me, white hot fire that seems to burn a path through my core.

I open my mouth to answer, but I find myself leaning forward instead, my lips crashing into his with unspeakable need.

Even while fear still continues to course through my veins, I seem unable to break away, my tongue pressing urgently against his own.

His hands find me, running freely yet gently over my body. I feel his restraint in the tension of his muscles, feel his barely contained desire burning under the surface of his warm skin.

I pull back suddenly, feeling overwhelmed by the warring emotions within me.

His green eyes shine brightly at me, seeming to see through me, to cut to my very core.

He takes a step back, a small smile tugging at his lips as he reaches down to the hem of his shirt.

Slowly, he pulls at the fabric, bringing it over his head before tossing it nonchalantly to the floor.

My heart beats wildly at the sight of him, his tanned skin seeming to glow in the reflected lighting. His sculpted body seems to stir me to life, like a long-asleep spark suddenly bursting back into existence.

I struggle to break my eyes away as he reaches for me, grasping the hem of my own shirt delicately between his fingers. He draws my eyes back up towards his, a question seeming to linger in them.

Slowly, I nod in answer, feeling my pulse accelerate at the implication.

He draws the oversized shirt I’ve changed into gently upward, tossing it casually aside once I’m free of it.

As it lands on the floor, his eyes rake yet again over my form. Now standing in nothing but my underwear, I feel them like a gentle caress, enticing and maddening all at once.

He takes my hand, guiding me towards the couch where he promptly sits me down.

With his eyes locked firmly to my own, he lowers himself onto me, his mouth once again meeting mine with furious intensity.

This time, I don’t pull away, giving in instead to the desire that’s been driving me ever since Cas waltzed back into my life. I kiss him back frantically, reaching up to run my fingers roughly through his hair.

He breaks the contact as he lowers his lips to my neck, kissing it gently. My breath catches in my throat as he begins to work his way down—from my neck to my collar bone, to my ribs, to my stomach.

He nips sporadically at my exposed skin, taking pains to avoid my bruises as he moves downward.

He reaches the edge of my lace underwear in the next moment and pauses, taking a moment to stare up into my eager eyes.

“God, I missed you,” he finally says, reaching out to grab onto the flimsy fabric.

The sound of tearing reaches my ears as he pulls it firmly, easily splitting the material to free me of it.

The remnants fall to the floor between us as he lowers himself fully to his knees.

“Spread your legs,” he tells me, laying a hand on either of my knees to assist me.

I do as he says, my heart hammering in anticipation.

I gasp slightly as his tongue finally finds me. Pushing insistently yet slowly, he licks my pussy, as if savoring me.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, pulling slightly back.

It’s all I can do not to squirm at the loss of contact.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do this?” he asks, reaching idly out to rub his thumb over my clit. “You make me fucking crazy, Ana.”

I moan in response, unable to find words in the face of his attention.

He growls lightly, the primal sound sending chills to rush through me as his tongue crashes against me once more.

I groan loudly, throwing my head back against the couch in pleasure. It’s been so long since I was touched this way, so long since I’ve had him as my own.

He flicks his tongue rapidly across me, his fingers digging into my legs as he increases his pace. My hips rise instinctively from the cushions, rising up to thrust in time with his movements.

I feel one of his hands release its hold, sliding roughly up my leg.

His fingers find me in the next moment, sliding easily into my now dripping pussy, rubbing insistently to match with the movements of his tongue.

“Cas!” I cry out, loving the feel of his name in my mouth.

He moans in answer, the act sending vibrations pulsing into my already engorged clit.

His lips fit snugly over it, sucking gently while his fingers continue to drive further into me.

I thrust harder against him, shoving his fingers more deeply into my cunt as my hands tighten frantically on the fabric of the sofa.

My nails dig roughly into the material, scraping wildly as I grind against him.

I reach out with one, my fingers grasping at his golden hair to pull him closer.

My need for him is indescribable, only more intense now that I have him here.

All of my worries from earlier seem to melt as his tongue thoroughly explores me; my fear and apprehension dissolve in a wave of utter contentment.

Whatever Cas has done since we were last together, whoever he’s had become, the man that I love is still there.

I feel foolish for having any doubts to begin with.

Of course, he hasn’t truly changed. This is the man who loved me enough to take a bullet for me—several, in fact.

I know, deep in my heart, that he still would, that his love for me surpasses whatever obstacles he’s had to face.

I know, because I feel the same.

Heat seems to pool within me at the realization, building in my core, with white hot sparks surging outward. Every nerve in my body screams in ecstasy, my muscles tensing at the sudden intensity.

I move more quickly against him, driving my tightened pussy roughly against his fingers.

He responds immediately, matching my movements with his own, hurling me ever faster towards my building orgasm.

His free hand shoots suddenly upward, grasping roughly at my chest. His palm envelopes my tit before his fingers find my nipple, pinching exquisitely at the hardened flesh.

The sensation drives me over the edge, tearing through me with shocking intensity.

I cry out, sounds of utter ecstasy forcing their way between my lips as I come for him.

As wave after wave of pleasure sears through me, racking my tense body, I shudder, overwhelmed by the power of it.

My vision seems to blur at the edges, my ears ringing in delight.

“Cas!” I cry once more, grabbing roughly at his hair.

It seems to go on forever, building unbelievably before it starts to ebb.

Slowly, I bring my frantic movements to a halt, air rushing deeply into my lungs.

For a long moment, I lie perfectly still, unable to move.

It’s only when I feel his lips brush tenderly across my thigh that I finally find the strength to lift my head.

Cas stares lovingly at me, his expression having softened dramatically since he first entered the loft.

I feel a similar expression on my own face, my emotions welling inside of me at my recent revelations.

Cas is the love of my life, no matter what’s happened in the last three years.

It isn’t too late for us to change our fates…it isn’t too late for us to be together…some version of us anyway.