The Reason Why the Forsaken Fake Returned Chapter 65

Her whole body burned, every nerve ablaze as if she’d been cast into flames that licked at her from within.

 

“Just hold on a little longer, Sasha. I’ll bring the antidote…”

 

Caleb’s hands were gentle as he lowered her onto the carriage seat, already turning to leave. Shailoh’s head shook frantically as her fingers caught his sleeve.

 

“Don’t go, Your Highness…”

 

“…Sasha.”

 

She needed him. If she didn’t have him right now, it felt like something terrible would happen.

 

Desperately, she seized his large hand and pressed it against her chest. With her vision blurred, she pleaded. “Please do something…”

 

The moment his palm touched her, the crushing pressure at her throat eased just enough to breathe. Like a dying woman finding water in endless sand, every cell in her body screamed for him. Gasping, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

 

“Sasha.”

 

“Please…” A sob caught in her throat as she nuzzled against the warm column of his neck.

 

“If we do this now… it might be intense.”

 

“It’s okay.”

 

The moment permission was given, Caleb, who had been sitting opposite her, closed the carriage door. Then he lifted the woman he had laid down and seated her on his lap. Pulling down the strap across her chest, Caleb lowered his head and took her breasts into his mouth. His hot, soft tongue swept over her areola and closed around the stiffened nipple, sucking.

 

“Ah… Aaah!”

 

Shailoh dug her nails in and clutched his head. Caleb’s other hand grabbed and kneaded her breast. Below, she grew steadily wetter, craving what would come next.

 

“Caleb…”

 

When she called him in a damp, breathless voice, Caleb lifted his head and kissed her collarbone and the nape of her neck. His hand slid beneath the hem of her dress, tugged down the fabric between her legs, parted her folds, and found her clit. At the stroking touch, Shailoh cried out and jerked her hips without thinking.

 

“You’re already so wet both here and there. Did you want it that badly?”

 

“Mmm…”

 

“How cute.”

 

Bringing his index and middle fingers together, Caleb plunged them straight inside her. Each time he thrust in and pulled out, stimulating her inner walls, his fingers brushed her clit.

 

The obscene sounds and her cries filled the carriage like a harmony. Shailoh, nails dug in, let out ragged breath and trembled with her forehead pressed to his shoulder. “Aah!”

 

“Look how soaked my hand is.”

 

Only after Shailoh reached her peak once did Caleb withdraw his hand, licking the slick fluid coating his fingers with his tongue. At the lewd sight, Shailoh flushed bright red, biting her lip and squirming. She had reached a peak once, but it wasn’t enough.

 

As she twitched her hips helplessly in the hollow sensation, Caleb opened the front of his clothes and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto him.

 

“Aah!”

 

His manhood, thick as a baby’s arm, pierced straight into her. Caleb thrust upward into her from below.

 

“Ah. Ah… aaah… hngg!”

 

He drove in as far as the entrance of her womb, then pulled back again and again. Each time the long, hard shaft brushed and stimulated her inner walls, Shailoh threw her head back at the bone-rattling pleasure. Her hips moved on their own in time with his rhythm, instinctively seeking more.

 

Her two breasts, slick with saliva, swayed side by side beautifully. Baring his teeth against her collarbone, Caleb slammed into her and began rubbing her fully erect clit with one hand.

 

“Ah… No…! Nggh!”

 

Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Shailoh thrashed and clung to his head. He too held her tight, not missing a single detail of her writhing. The wet, smacking rhythm grew faster as he plunged in and out of her slick heat.

 

“Ah, aah, uh, uuh, aaah!”

 

Like a man seeding his mate, Caleb hugged her fiercely and drove his hips hard into her. As her mind washed blank white, Shailoh surrendered her body to instinct.

 

* * *

Her body felt heavy, weighted down like cotton soaked through with rain. When she opened her eyes, golden sunlight poured through the window, settling over Shailoh like the softest embrace. She turned her head and found herself gazing at the man who held her heart completely.

 

“Caleb.”

 

Caleb, naked like her, was sleeping soundly. Reaching out, Shailoh traced his picture-perfect features with her hand. His neat forehead, high nose bridge, long lashes, and red lips. This man was the man who had held her dozens of times last night in his desire for her. On his broad shoulder were bite marks she had left when she couldn’t withstand the pleasure. As she traced those marks with her eyes, a voice flashed through her mind.

 

“Think about it. If he really loved you, he wouldn’t dress you in such a scandalous gown. He wouldn’t parade you around as eye candy for other men, just to keep my interest.”

 

“Don’t say such… ridiculous things.”

 

“He told me himself. That I could have you, take you however I wanted. But in return, he wanted to set foot in this castle again as a prince. You’re just a tool to him. At best, a well-trained pet who obeys commands.”

 

The memory of Albert’s sneering face sent agony through her chest, as if her heart were being seared with a hot iron. But the pain was brief, and relief followed.

 

As expected, Albert’s words were lies. If they were true, Caleb wouldn’t have come to save her. He loved her, just as she loved him.

 

She was about to withdraw her hand, thinking he was still asleep, when Caleb opened his eyes. Taking her hand, he pulled her close.

 

“Sasha.” Resting his chin on the crown of her head, Caleb slipped a hand beneath the blanket and wrapped it around her bare back. “When are you awake?”

 

“Just now.”

 

“What happened yesterday was my fault.”

 

“What…?” Her eyes, which had been calm, wavered. A sense of dread rose as Shailoh lifted her head.

 

“I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off you. I was careless. I’m sorry.”

 

“No, Your Highness, it was an unavoidable situation.” Relieved, Shailoh buried her face against his shoulder.

 

“There’s nothing between Lady Perus and me.”

 

“I believe you.” There had been a few moments that shook her, but she trusted him from the bottom of her heart.

 

Stroking her hair, Caleb muttered. “I should have just shot Albert.”

 

“It’s good that you didn’t. In the end, nothing happened.”

 

It wouldn’t have done Caleb any good for them to fight over a woman.

 

“Let’s just bury it.”

 

“If something similar happens again—”

 

“I’ll shoot him dead next time.”

 

At her chilling reply, Caleb blinked for a moment, then burst out laughing.

 

Shailoh sat up and added seriously. “I mean it.”

 

“…Okay.”

 

His answer seemed oddly half-hearted, making Shailoh tilt her head. “But what are you looking at?”

 

Caleb’s gaze was fixed below her face. Feeling something was off, Shailoh followed his eyes. Only then did she notice her chest, covered in bite marks, handprints, and darkened bruises. Flushing belatedly, she covered herself with both hands.

 

“Pervert!”

 

The instant she remembered last night, a tingling, indecent sensation sparked low in her belly.

 

“All men are perverts, Sasha.”

 

Gripping her slender waist with both hands, Caleb lifted her and settled her on top of him, just like the night before. Feeling his hard length press up against her ass, Shailoh yelped and pushed at his abdomen. The solid ridges of his well-defined muscles under her palms only made her face burn hotter.

 

Caleb’s eyes curved in a smile as he reached up and brushed her burning earlobe. “Can we go one more round?”

 

Instead of answering, Shailoh shyly nodded. At the same time, her body was flipped over and pressed down onto the bed.

 

* * *

They spent the early morning tangled up in heat, then showered together, and for once, they had a slow, lazy day off. Caleb had given Doris and the guards the day off too, so the house was just the two of them.

 

After a simple meal, Shailoh lay with her head pillowed on his thigh, yawning contentedly like a cat that had drunk milk. It was a peaceful moment she hadn’t felt in a long time. Knowing that beneath this thin layer of peace lay a perilous cliff made her reluctant to let the time pass. She wanted to savor this rare sweetness as much as she could, but as Caleb stroked her hair, he spoke in a low voice.

 

“I’ve got a few questions for you, Sasha.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Did you meet Evan Diponz?”

 

“…”

 

Sleep had just started to creep back in, and Shailoh’s eyes were drifting shut when she snapped them open like she’d been pricked by a thorn. A firm hand pressed against her forehead, stopping her when she tried to sit up and pushing her back down.

 

“I saw Evan Diponz yesterday. He brazenly told me to hand you back.”

 

The turquoise eyes that had been full of affection were now dark and shadowed.

 

After a moment’s hesitation, Shailoh finally gave in and confessed.