My breath hitched when his hands trailed lower. He was exploring my body like I was a treasure. I gasped and arched off the bed as he swiped one finger through my soaked folds.
“Too many times.” I smiled, then I hooked my heels around the back of his thighs and yanked him forward. “Do what you want with me, Caspian Di Salvo. I am yours.”
“Mine,” he groaned, dragging his nose up my neck, peppering that sensitive skin with dozens of tiny kisses that sent electricity straight to my core. I wasdrenchedand so needy I could feel my pulse between my legs.
“Yours,” I said, allowing my hands to find the waistband of his jeans. My fingers fumbled on the metal of his belt. “Off. Now.”
He laughed, the sound vibrating through my entire body. I needed more of Cas laughing. Cas laughing made my body feel as light as champagne bubbles.
“As you wish, princess,” he said, eyes crinkling as he shucked off his pants and underwear. God, he washuge. Thick and perfect and absolutelymine. I wanted my mouth on that cock. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him here, there, andeverywhere.
He climbed back over my body, meeting my outstretched arms before slanting his mouth against mine. Our hands explored one another; our bodies plastered together. His skin felt hot and flushed. My thighs spread even wider to accommodate his weight.
This was so right. So perfect.
My hands skated over his chest, exploring him just as he explored me, but I froze as I touched damaged flesh. Gunshot wounds. Knife wounds. Pink, scarred skin.
Tears welled in my eyes. Every single injury was evidence of how much he loved me.
I didn’t deserve him.
“Hey, hey, princess,” he murmured, eyes wide as he paused. He smoothed my hair out of my face. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“Absolutely not. Nothing, it’s nothing.” My thumb brushed over the scar tissue. “I just love you so much.”
He sucked in a breath, staring down at me with those ocean blues. I’d spend the rest of my life getting lost in them.
I loved his strength and determination. I love his selflessness. I loved the look on his face when he realized I was teasing him. I loved how protective he was. I loved how he made me feel safe. I loved how, underneath his grumbly exterior, he was romantic, and kind and devoted and loyal. I loved how he could see the little girl I used to be and love the woman I had become.
“I love you, Cas,” I repeated, voice breaking. “I love you. I love you.”
It was the first time I’d said it aloud, and based on his reaction, I wouldnever stop saying it.
His breath hitched. He pressed his lips together, eyes roaming over my face. Here we were, holding back tears. It had taken usso longto get here.
“I love you so much, princess,” he murmured, pressing his cheek to mine. “I love you always and forever.”
“Cas,” I breathed as I turned both of our heads. Our lips crashed together, the heat and urgency returning to my hands.
I wasn’t sure how long these scars would trigger feelings of guilt. They were reminders of how blind I’d been for years andyears. But I made a silent promise to us both that I’d spend the rest of my life rewriting the pain on his skin to leave only my love instead.
His hand moved to wedge between us, and I groaned as he teased my clit.Caswas touching me.Caswas between my legs.Cas, Cas, Cas.
His name ping-ponged around my head, the only thing I couldthink,with how he drug his middle finger through my wetness.
“You want me,” he whispered, leaning back to watch my face while I whimpered and moaned. “I can’t believe you want me.”
“I want you. So much. But if you don’t stick a finger or a cock in me right now, I think I might scream.”
He grinned and pressed his finger inside. My nails clutched at his chest, my eyes fluttering shut. He sucked on my neck, sliding his finger in and out of me, already building those sweet waves of pleasure. I was going to come so fast. Every brush of his skin on mine, his chest pressed to me, his finger pumping inside me was like a wildfire blazing out of control. As soon as he added a second, I came apart, coming on his fingers while I gasped his name over and over.
“I knew it,” he said with a grin.
“What?”
“That you’d be so fucking beautiful coming for me.” He crashed his lips against mine again, and I bucked my hips to get his cock lined up, but he pulled back, hands skating down my thighs. Lazily, his eyes drank me in, from the flush of my chest to my glistening, needy pussy.
“Caspian Di Salvo. Put your dick in me right now.”
