He begins to move—slow at first, letting me feel the weight and stretch of him with every stroke—then deeper, more deliberate, until my breath shortens and my throat burns in the most exquisite way. But before I can surrender fully, Casper pulls back and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing, like I belong there.
There’s a tenderness in his strength, a quiet reverence in the way he holds me—protective, as if even now, he would shield me from the world if he could. He presses me against the cool stone wall, water glinting off the rocks as sunlight ripples faintly through the entrance, illuminating the cave in fragments—but we remain hidden, wrapped in shadow, in heat, in us.
His cock drags against my clit, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes that make my head fall back against the stone. I can’t breathe—I don’t want to. Not with the way his hand wraps around my throat, just enough to make me feel it. Just enough to make me moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” he breathes, lips grazing my ear.
I nod, barely able to speak, my body trembling beneath his touch. His grip tightens, and then he pushes into me, inch by inch, filling me so completely I can’t think.
“Gods, yes,” I gasp, the pressure blinding, overwhelming, perfect.
He begins to move—slow, grounding strokes that build and build until his control shatters. His rhythm turns punishing, relentless, every thrust slamming me into the wall. My hands clutch at his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist as the stone at my back turns into nothing more than a place to hold the fire.
His grip on my throat tightens again, stealing air, sharpening each sensation until every part of me is aching and desperate. My vision swims with stars. My world narrows to the drag of his cock, the heatof his mouth, the possessive way he stares at me like I belong to no one else.
“More,” I whisper, broken, breathless.
He growls in response, slamming into me harder, deeper. The sound of us echoes off the cave walls, raw and animal, until I feel the pressure inside me snap. My orgasm crashes through me, stealing my breath as my body arches into his. My cry tears through the cave, echoing in the dark.
He releases my throat just as air floods back in, and with one final thrust, he groans—deep, ragged—as he spills into me, warmth blooming between us. His forehead falls to mine, our bodies trembling, locked in the afterglow. For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of our breathing and the pulse of him still inside me.
And gods, I never want to forget the way this feels.
For a moment, we remain tangled together, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high. Eventually, he withdraws, the motion unhurried, and I feel the absence of him like an ache in my core. His hands stay firm at my waist, fingers curling gently into my skin as if anchoring me in place, refusing to let me drift.
His gaze drops between us, watching with dark satisfaction as his release begins to slip from me. A low growl builds in his chest, deep and possessive, vibrating through the space between us with primal intent.
Without a word, he brings his hand between my thighs and presses two fingers back inside, pushing his seed deeper, sealing the claim he’s just made. The sensation pulls a shiver from my core, making my knees falter, but he doesn’t let me fall. His grip tightens, keeping me open for him, holding me steady with the same control that unraveled me moments before. There is something reverent in the way he touches me now—not soft, but certain.
"Is it always like this?" I whisper, my breath warm against his shoulder, barely trusting my voice.
"It's never like this," he murmurs, the words low, certain, meant only for me.
Casper lowers me to the ground gently, but the tremble still running through my body does not go unnoticed. His arms are around me again before I can fully settle, and he lifts me without hesitation, cradling me like something precious.
He carries me toward the pool near the cave’s mouth, where the shadows stretch long across the stone and the water glimmers faintly in the fractured light. The quiet surrounds us as he carefully lowers me into the pool, the cool water soothing my still-flushed skin, but a deep sadness creeps in. I don’t want to lose his scent, his mark, fading as the water washes over me.
Casper brings my face to his, his concern clear in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, knowing it sounds foolish.
“Tell me,” he urges, his voice anxious.
I turn to face him fully, my gaze drifting to the water below.
“I just... didn’t want to wash away...you.” My voice is soft, almost lost in the stillness.
Casper’s fingers gently lift my chin, guiding my eyes to his. He leans down, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that feels like reassurance.
“I’m not going anywhere, Lailah.”
His voice is soft, a promise wrapped in his touch.
“I promise.
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