The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 168

Chapter 153: Honeymoon Day Five

Bella POV

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I woke up at six and lay still for a moment, waiting. The nausea arrived on schedule low and unhelpful, sitting somewhere between my stomach and my throat, the same way it had arrived every morning for the past few weeks. I breathed through it the way I’d been breathing through it, and after a few minutes it retreated enough to be manageable.

Caleb was still asleep, one arm across my waist, his breathing slow and even. I looked at his face in the early light – the particular quiet of him asleep, and felt the warmth of the morning and decided that nausea was not going to be the thing I focused on today.

I got up carefully and went to make tea.

By nine we were on the beach.

It was the kind of morning that felt designed – water so clear you could see the bottom twenty feet out, the heat already building but not yet unreasonable, the beach entirely ours in every direction. Caleb had brought the good towels and a bag with water and fruit and a book he hadn’t opened in days because every time he picked it up something more interesting happened.

“You’re not reading,” I said.

“I’m reading,” he said, from where he was lying on his back with the book open on his chest and his eyes closed.

“Your eyes are closed.”

“I’m reading with great focus and concentration.”

I laughed and lay back and looked at the sky and felt the sun on my face and the warm weight of the day and let myself just be in it for a while. The nausea had settled. The morning had done its thing and moved on and left me here, on a private beach with my man.

Caleb’s hand found mine on the towel without either of us looking.

We stayed like that for a while. Long enough that the heat peaked and the water started looking less like scenery and more like an actual option.

“Ocean,” I said.

“Ocean,” he agreed.

We went in together naked. The water was warm and clear, lapping gently around our bodies. We stayed where it was waist-deep, feet planted firmly on the smooth sand.

Caleb pulled me close by the waist as I wrapped my legs around his hips, and the moment our bodies pressed together, everything shifted – easy, warm, and hungry.

He kissed me hard, his mouth hot and demanding. His tongue slid between my lips, stroking mine in deep, wet strokes that made the heat pool low in my belly. I kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers threading through his wet black hair, tasting salt on his tongue.

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His hands gripped my ass, squeezing as he held me against him. I felt his c**k, already hard and thick, pressing between my thighs. He rocked his hips, rubbing the length of his shaft along my p***y, teasing my clit with every slow grind.

“Fuck, Bella,” he groaned against my mouth.

I reached down between us, wrapped my hand around his c**k, and guided the thick head to my entrance. He pushed forward, sliding into me in one smooth thrust. I gasped into his kiss as he filled me completely, stretching my p***y around his girth.

He fucked me slowly, deep rolling thrusts that made the water ripple around us. Each stroke dragged his c**k along every sensitive spot inside me. I clung to his shoulders, moaning into his mouth while our tongues tangled. The sun warmed our skin above the waterline, and the gentle waves rocked us together.

My moans grew louder, turning into sharp cries that mixed with the sound of the water. Caleb kissed me deeper, swallowing my sounds as he kept fucking me with those slow, powerful strokes. Pleasure built fast and hot. I came hard around his c**k, my p***y clenching and pulsing, a loud moan tearing from my throat into his mouth.

He groaned and thrust deep one last time, filling me with hot, thick spurts of cum.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together while the gentle waves washed over us. Afterward we floated on our backs side by side and looked at the sky.

Later that afternoon, back at the house, the heat drove us inside. We barely made it through the door before Caleb’s mouth was on mine, hungry and deep. He walked me backward until my legs hit the big couch in the living room.

“Sit,” he said, voice low.

I straddled him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. His c**k was already hard, thick and heavy against my thigh. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking once, twice, then lifted myself and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. We both groaned as he filled me completely, stretching my p***y around his girth.

I started riding him slowly at first, rolling my hips in deep circles, feeling every inch slide in and out of my slick heat. Caleb’s hands gripped my waist, guiding me, then slid up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing my hard n*****s.

“Faster,” he growled.

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I braced my hands on his chest and rode him harder, bouncing on his c**k, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. My moans grew louder with every downward thrust. Caleb’s grey eyes darkened. Suddenly he flipped us, putting me face down on the couch with my ass raised.

He pushed back inside me in one rough stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out in pleasure. He fucked me hard from behind, deep and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other coming down sharply on my ass with a loud smack. The sting bloomed into heat that made my p***y clench tighter around him.

“Again,” I gasped.

He spanked me again, harder, the sharp crack echoing as he pounded into me. Each slap sent fresh sparks through my body. I pushed back to meet his thrusts, loving the roughness, the way he took control. My

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sercams of pleasure grew wilder as another orgasm built fast and sharp.

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Caleb reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he kept fucking me relentlessly. I came hard, screaming his name, my p***y pulsing and squeezing his c**k. He groaned and thrust deep one last time, filling me with hot, thick spurts of cum as he came right after me.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, his body covering mine. After a minute he kissed the back of my neck, gentle again.

“Better than the book,” he murmured.

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