Chapter 145

Sylvia's POV "Where?" His fingers traced maddening circles just below my navel. "Lower," I breathed, my hips lifting slightly in invitation. Caesar's smile was wicked as he slowly—torturously slowly—moved his hand lower, fingers gliding over the damp fabric of my panties. "Here?" "Yes," I hissed, my eyes fluttering closed at the contact. He applied the slightest pressure, not nearly enough, while his mouth returned to my neck. "You're so wet already," he murmured against my skin. "All for me." "Caesar, please," I wasn't used to begging, but I was beyond caring about pride. "Please what?" He nipped at my earlobe, his fingers still making maddening circles without giving me what I truly needed. "Stop teasing," I growled, my Alpha nature flaring. Caesar chuckled, the sound dark and promising. "As you wish." In one swift movement, he tore my panties away, the sound of ripping fabric barely registering before his fingers were exactly where I needed them. I cried out at the direct contact, m