12. Calix

12

CALIX

G eneva hesitates, her fingers clutching the towel tightly. Her eyes dart around the bathroom, anywhere but at me. "I... I don't know if I can do this," she admits, her voice barely a whisper. "And I don't have much time. Sylas… he's…"

I lean back against the door, crossing my arms over my chest. A smirk plays on my lips. "Come now, Geneva. You were bold enough to summon a demon, but you can't handle a simple task like this?" I tease, cocking an eyebrow. "If you can't even touch yourself, how do you expect to trap the other two souls?"

She swallows hard, her grip on the towel tightening until her knuckles turn white. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she accuses, her voice trembling slightly.

I chuckle, pushing off the door and taking a step closer. "Immensely," I admit. "But that's beside the point. This is about you, Geneva. About your determination and your resolve." I reach out, tilting her chin up so she's forced to look at me. "Now, drop the towel."

Her eyes search mine for a moment before she takes a deep breath and lets the towel fall to the floor. She's standing there, naked and vulnerable, her arms wrapped around herself in a futile attempt to cover up.

"Good," I murmur, my voice low. "Now, touch yourself."

She hesitates again, her arms still wrapped tightly around her body. I can see the wheels turning in her head, the internal struggle playing out across her face.

Geneva's hands tremble as she tentatively begins to explore her own body, her eyes locked onto mine, seeking guidance. I can see the curiosity blossoming in her eyes, the pink flush spreading across her face. She's in uncharted territory, and it shows.

"Relax," I murmur, my voice low and steady. "This isn't a race. Take your time."

She swallows hard, her hands moving slowly, uncertainly. I step closer, my gaze never leaving hers. I reach out, gently guiding her hands, showing her the right rhythm as her trembling fingers find her clit. Her breath hitches, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.

"That's it," I encourage, my voice barely above a whisper. "Feel it. Embrace it."

She bites her lip, a soft moan escaping her. Her eyes flutter closed, her body responding to her own touch. I can see the pleasure building, the tension coiling within her.

"Calix," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"I'm here," I reply, my hands still guiding hers. "You're doing so well, Geneva. Don't stop."

Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body arching slightly. I can feel her heart racing, her pulse quickening. She's close, so close.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Now, touch me," I whisper, guiding her free hand to the bulge in my pants.

Her eyes fly open, her gaze meeting mine. There's a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty. But then, her hand presses against me, her fingers tracing the length of me through the fabric. I groan, my hips instinctively pressing forward.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

"Just like that," I reply, my voice rough with desire. "Don't stop, Geneva. Don't stop touching yourself. Don't stop touching me."

Her hand moves tentatively, exploring, learning. I can feel the heat of her touch, the pressure of her fingers. It's intoxicating, maddening. I want more. I want her.

But for now, this is enough. This is everything.

I unfasten my pants, freeing myself, giving her better access. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me—long, thick, and pulsing with a desire that's becoming harder to control. She trails her hand along the length, gripping softly, and fuck, my breath hitches in my throat.

"Tighter," I instruct, my voice rough. Her fingers wrap around me, squeezing gently. "That's it. Now move your hand, up and down."

She follows my lead, her hand stroking me slowly. It's tentative at first, but she finds her rhythm, her confidence growing with each stroke. Her eyes are locked onto mine, seeking approval, guidance.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

"Just like that," I reply, my hips moving in time with her hand. "Don't forget about yourself, Geneva. Keep touching that sweet spot."

Her free hand moves back between her legs, her fingers circling her clit. Wetness pools down her legs, coating her fingers in that sweet sheen. Her breath comes in short gasps, her body responding to her own touch, to the feel of me in her hand. It's intoxicating, watching her pleasure herself while she pleasures me.

"Calix," she moans, her hand tightening around me. I groan, my hips bucking forward. She's a quick learner, this one.

"That's it, Geneva," I encourage, my voice low. "Feel it. Feel the pleasure building?"

"Mhm."

Her eyes flutter closed, her body arching slightly. She's bringing herself closer to the edge. I can feel her heart racing, her pulse quickening. Her hand moves faster, her grip tightening on my cock tightening.

Suddenly, her eyes fly open, her gaze meeting mine. There's a fire burning in those green depths, a hunger that matches my own. She's not just doing this because I told her to. She's doing this because she wants to, because she craves the release as much as I do.

And that's fucking hot.

"Fuck, Geneva," I growl, my voice rough with desire. Her fingers dance over her clit, her body responding to her own touch. She's a sight to behold, all flushed skin and hard nipples, her breath coming in short gasps. And her hand on me… it's driving me insane.

She smears the precum leaking from my tip, her thumb circling the head, spreading the wetness. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to take her right here, right now.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she pants, her eyes locked onto mine. There's a wicked gleam in those green depths, a newfound confidence that's sexy as sin.

"Fuck yes," I reply, my hips bucking slightly, pressing into her hand. "But not as much as you are."

She bites her lip, a soft moan escaping as she slides a finger inside herself. Her eyes flutter closed, her body arching slightly. She's soaked, her wetness dripping down her thighs. The scent of her arousal fills the air, intoxicating and sweet.

"Oh, Gods," she whispers, her hand tightening around me. Her fingers move faster, her thumb circling the head with each stroke. She's learning, adapting, driving me fucking wild.

"That's it, Geneva," I encourage, my voice low. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep at it like that."

Those little words seem to encourage her greatly. Her hand on my cock becomes more frantic. Her fingers in her pussy start working faster. The slap of skin, her hand against her wet pussy, starts filling up the bathroom, along with her moans.

Geneva's breath hitches, her body tensing as she pushes herself over the edge. Her eyes squeeze shut, a soft, shuddering moan escaping her lips as she cums hard, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure.

"There you go," I growl, my voice rough with desire. Her hand is still wrapped around my cock, stroking me in tight, quick motions. The sight of her, lost in her own pleasure, is enough to send me spiraling. My balls tighten, and with a low groan, I cum, my release shooting onto her hand, her chest, even marking her face with a few stray drops.

Her eyes fly open, a gasp of shock escaping her as she feels the warmth of my cum on her skin. She looks down at herself, then up at me.

I smirk, reaching out to wipe a drop of cum from her cheek with my thumb. "My, my," I murmur, my voice laced with amusement. "Looks like you've made quite the mess."

She blinks, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "I... I didn't expect that," she admits, her voice barely a whisper.

I chuckle, tucking myself back into my pants. "Clearly. But don't worry, it's a good look on you."

She scoffs, grabbing a towel to clean herself off. "A good look? Really?" she mutters, scrubbing at her skin.

I shrug, leaning back against the wall, my arms crossed over my chest. "What can I say? I like seeing you marked."

She pauses, looking up at me with a strange expression. "Marked?" she echoes, her voice soft.

I nod, my gaze locked onto hers. "Mine," I say, the word a low growl. "You're mine, Geneva. And now, everyone will know it."

She swallows hard, her eyes searching mine. She's processing, trying to understand the implications of what we've just done, of what I've just said. I can see the gears turning in her head, the questions forming behind those green eyes.

Geneva doesn't realize it just yet, but she's crossed the point of no return with me. She won't be able to escape me, not even if she tries.