Caspian’s hands found their way underneath her thighs so that he was able to lift her in the air. She gasped and then laughed, finding her balance by holding onto one of his shoulders. Theother was still wrapped around his girth and as he lifted her, she guided it between her thighs so that she could feel it rubbing against her womanhood.
Caspian held her over him. He looked into her eyes, and she saw the desire in them. More than that, she saw how much he wanted her. And not because of some contract. Not because of a need to have an heir. But because of who she was, what they had become, and what they marriage was destined to turn into.
“Ready?” she asked him.
“Do it,” he growled.
Slowly, Caspian lowered Thalia down. Slowly, she guided his member inside of her. Slowly, she felt him slide deeper. Slowly, she felt him stretch her. And slowly, the pleasure from every inch that she took crept through her body until she was just about ready to scream.
It didn’t feel like the last time. The pain that came with it. The awkwardness from not knowing what she was doing. The lack of confidence because it was her first time. Rather, as soon as Thalia felt her husband inside of her, on instinct, she knew what to do and what to expect.
She started to move her hips back and forth; slowly, but with power.
Caspian held his hands under her backside, helping to lift her up and down, guiding her back and forth, and easing her into her movements as his member slid in and out and in and out and in and out.
“Caspian…” she breathed as she lifted herself up and dropped her hips down. “Oh… yes…” she moaned as she thrust back and forth, each time pushing herself harder and faster.
“Like that,” he moaned. “Yes, Thalia… just like… don’t stop… keep… going…”
She kissed him with intense passion. Her hands holding his face, forcing his lips to her own, devouring his mouth as she continued to move up and down on him.
The carriage rattled along the road, and each stone they hit, each hole the wheels struck sent a jolt through the carriage, which only added to the ferocity of their movements.
Thalia could feel every inch of the Duke inside of her. She could feel it rolling up her body and stabbing at her heart. She could feel it growing like a fire, consuming her fully, threatening to destroy her in ways that excited her.
Her breathing became heavier. Caspian’s kisses became more intense. His hands squeezed and grabbed and bruised. Growls rumbled from his throat and at times she felt him biting into her neck.
This was not the act of two people needing to fulfill a promise. This was not contractual or businesslike or awkward. This was… it was…I don’t even know. All I know is that I never want it to stop.
“Yes!” Caspian cried out as he threw back his head and closed his eyes. “Don’t stop, Thalia. Don’t you dare…”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she moaned as she grabbed a hold of his shoulders and leaned herself back, all the while thrusting her hips forward and grinding them. Each time she did, she felt him throb and pulse inside of her.
“I will,” he said. “You’re my wife.”
“Say that again.”
“You’re my wife!” he growled.
She could feel it pulsing through her thighs. She could feel it washing over her body. She could feel it coming to life inside of her, about to explode, so that she feared for what might happen. It felt almost wrong, as if her body was trying to eject the feeling. But it also felt so very right.
“Caspian…” She buried her head into his neck. “I think I… I…”
“Me too.” He wrapped one hand around her head, holding her to him. The other was on her back, pulling her body close. “I’m nearly… I’m so close…”
“Me to… me to… me… oh God!”
It happened at the same time. Just as Thalia felt the flower inside of her bloom as if opening for the sun, Caspian exploded. She literallyfelthis seed shooting from his member and filling her up. She grit her teeth as the sensation took her, pushing her hips in harder, clenching her thighs tight around him.
“Thalia…” he moaned, his body turned rigged. “I’m… just like that… oh, God…”
The entire thing lasted only a couple of minutes; the journey home was still some time from being completed. But in those few minutes, Thalia felt as if her relationship with Caspian had moved forward in leaps and bounds.
She rolled off him and collapsed on the seat right by his side. Her body was shaking and she could hardly breathe. Caspian slid his arm under her, pulling her into him, wrapping his other arm around her body. He kissed her forehead, he held her close, and he did not let go.
“Where did that come from?” Thalia joked.
He laughed, and it sounded real. “Long overdue, I think.”
