I wet my fingers before draping myself back over his body, my lips pressing kisses up his spine, my fingers rubbing slow circles against him. He pushes back to meet my hand, his own on his cock, his thumb rolling over the head as I press a single digit into his body. Tightness. Heat. The stranglehold of a muscle not yet ready to give way.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him, not sure if I’ve spoken the words aloud yet. “You make me desperate. In every way I could be.”
He reaches back to circle my cock, giving me a slow stroke that has my body up in flames. “I’ve been desperate for you since the moment we met.”
I groan, nestling my nose against the warm skin at the back of his neck, pumping my finger inside of him as he lets my cock go, getting a grip on my hair instead.
He tugs gently. “Come here.”
I oblige, meeting Caspian’s lips, warm and urging, his body yielding enough for me to slip a second finger in alongside the first. He moans against my mouth, and I ache to be closer. Every piece of me closer.
“Lee.” He’s panting now, so soft and silky against my fingers, his body shaking as I aim to drive him as wild as I can before filling him with my cock. “Now. I need you inside of me now.”
“You hold my strings, don’t you?” I murmur, removing my fingers as soon as a third fits easily inside. He doesn’t deny it, stroking his cock as I shift my hips into place, the heat of him lining my front and his hair tickling my nose, smelling almost of roses. I press a kiss to his cheek, my cockhead resting against his ass, my hand holding myself steady. “Caspian?”
His voice is a breath. “Yeah?”
“Will you fuck me sometime? Do you like that?”
The pained moan he lets out has a grin lighting my face. “Anything you want, Lee. We can take turns. Flip. I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk for a week. But right now, you need tomove. Before I take matters into my own hands.”
My chuckle is raspy, but it dies off the moment I press forward, my cock slipping inside the heat of Caspian’s ass. He turns his face against the bedsheets, groaning, arching up in a silent plea for more. I press kisses to his cheek, his neck, the freckles along his shoulder, everywhere I can reach as I workinside his body. Three smooth strokes. Three strokes, and I’m seated fully.
We breathe out in tandem, and I reach for his hand, threading my fingers through his. Caspian turns his face, bright red lips parted, so much trust and bliss in his expression I’m floored by it. The first glide of my cock inside his body has a groan leaving us both. It feels divine—of course it does—but it’s Caspian’s whispered, “More,” that has me rolling my hips again and again. His eyes flutter closed, his face resting so peacefully against the sheets that my protective instincts flare.
There’s no giving this man up. No getting over him, not that I’d want to. We were always supposed to find our way here. I believe him in that.
There’s a word for it. One we’ve both been dancing around.
Soulmates.
Maybe this isn’t the first time I’ve fallen in love with Caspian Wilder. But it’s a first for me.
Caspian holds tight to my hand as I sink into him with languid strokes. There’s no hurry. No rush now that we’re tied as one. We breathe together. Move together. Bodies dancing and rutting and slick with sweat. Caspian is murmuring words that sound like praise, like a prayer, a constant litany I let wash over me. I catchsafeandfound youandno one can take it away. I whisper my own promises. Telling him I’m not going anywhere, that neither is he, that I’ll fight for this, for him, because there’s no other option.
Minutes pass in an endless stretch, feeling like days, like a lifetime. I’m barely hanging on, afraid for this moment to shatter but moving forward nonetheless.
“Caspian,” I croak. “Tell me again. Tell me who you are to me.”
His fingers dig against mine, blue eyes flashing. “I’m yours. Forever, Lee. I’m yours.”
With a stutter inside my chest, I wrap my hand around Caspian’s cock and watch him fall apart. It’s beautiful, the tortured ecstasy that has him breaking to pieces all around me. I fall with him, because for all the choices I’ll face, there’s no choice in this. I’m pulled under, awash in a sea of stars, suspended in time, in space, in nothing and everything at once.
I can’t bear to let him go, not even for an instant, but Caspian doesn’t ask me to. We roll to our sides, my cock slipping from his body, Caspian turning in the cage of my arms. I tuck my face to his hair and breathe, his arms wrapped around me tight, his voice soothing me, telling me it’s okay, that it’ll all be okay.
My voice is hoarse when I speak. “Will you answer something for me?”
Caspian pulls back to see my face, a small frown on his. “If I can.”
“When do we have our daughter?”
His lips press tightly together, a shimmer in his eyes he quickly blinks away. “Not for a while yet. I don’t know exactly when, but…” His fingers card through my hair, right near my temple. “You’ll have some gray.”
I let out a rough laugh. “And after that? Do we have time? Will we…will we have a long time?”
Caspian’s gaze holds mine, the softest of smiles on his face, even as a tear slips from the corner of his eye. “Yeah, Lee. We’ll have plenty of time.”
I nod, pulling him to me, Caspian’s cheek resting over the heart that beats because of him.
