She Is Still Alive?

Ceasar's Pov

“Enough, Sophia,” I commanded, my voice cold, sharp, a blade that cut through the thick tension. She froze instantly, every muscle taut, every nerve straining under the weight of my words.

Then I turned to Jane, letting my gaze linger on her like a tangible caress, my voice dropping into that low, dangerous rumble reserved only for her.

“And you…” I let the words hang, heavily, letting the air between us thump with heat before continuing. “You walk down here like this.”

My eyes ran over the curve of her naked, flushed body pressed impossibly close to mine, leaving no doubt I was talking about her, bold, exposed, daring me with every inch of skin.

“And you dare ask me about other women?” My words were low, sharp, edged with possessive hunger.

Her breath hitched, trembling, the sound barely there but the movement unmistakable against my chest.

At the edge of my vision, Sophia shifted,uneasy, insecure, unraveling, but I didn’t give her a single flicker of attention.

My world had narrowed entirely to Jane.

“My flame,” I murmured, the words low enough to vibrate against her skin.

I slid a finger beneath her chin, slowly lifting her face toward mine. She instinctively tried to lean back, eyes widening, lips parting in startled, breathless surprise but I didn’t give her the space.

My other hand wrapped around her waist, firm and pulling her tighter into me until every inch of her naked body pressed flush against mine. Her warmth, her softness, the subtle tremor running through her, it all hit me at once, a surge of desire that coiled through me like fire.

“If you knew what’s going through my head right now…”

I let the sentence dissolve between us, my thumb brushing across her lower lip, slow, intentional, dragging just enough to make her breath shudder again. The air thickened, hot and electric, her pulse fluttering beneath my touch as if she could feel every dark, unspoken thought burning through me.

Then I lowered my face toward hers, my hand tightening at her waist and tugging her until her body sank fully against my chest. Her softness melted into me, her warmth searing through my skin. Our lips hovered a breath apart, close enough that the faint exhale from her parted mouth kissed my own.

“…you wouldn’t question who I belong to.”

The words hit her like heat. Her lips parted, trembling, her breath catching in her throat as if she’d forgotten how to breathe. Shock flickered across her face, then something deeper, hungrier.

At the edge of the room, Sophia heard every word exactly the way I intended.

She stiffened, shoulders drawing tight, her face freezing before it splintered. Hurt. Jealousy. A quiet, vicious heartbreak she tried and failed to hide. She rose abruptly from the couch and brittle, stepping away, leaving behind the space she never truly occupied in my world.

I didn’t follow her with my eyes, I didn’t acknowledge her retreat and neither did I give her so much as a fraction of a breath.

All of me stayed fixed on Jane, on her trembling inhale, her parted lips, the way her silence vibrated with want and challenge.

Good. I needed Sophia gone. Out of my space and out of my mind. Out of the air between us because the only woman who mattered and the only one I wanted was right here pressed against me.

Warming me.

Her curves fit against my body as if she’d been carved to sit in my lap and tempt me past restraint. So close that the thought of anyone else simply… vanished, burned out and erased until only she remained. Her heat, her breath, her body pressed against mine.

Because right now, at this moment, the only woman I wanted… was her.