“You’re not too much. You’re perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
He presses his face in the crook of my neck.
“I don’t want to share you . Ever.”
“You don’t have to,” I promise. “Ever.”
I slide my hands under his shirt, palms warm against his skin, grounding him inch by inch.
“There isn’t a single thing about you I don’t love with all my heart,” I tell him.
“Your passion, your wit, your humor. Your warmth. Your smile. The way you kiss. I love it all.”
The fight drains out of him. His weight in my lap changes. He’s no longer strategizing or bargaining. Just trusting.
Leaning into my touch, his mouth parts on a shaky breath and his fingers curl in my shirt. The look he gives me is pure, honest surrender, and heat rushes into me. He looks at me like that—open, trusting, devastating—and my control falters. For one reckless second, I want to flip him onto his back, push his knees against his chest and forget patience. I want to forget every goddamn thing except the hotness of him around my cock when I slam into him.
At this moment, he trusts me completely, and that is the most dangerous, effective way to seduce me.
Taking a deep breath, I force myself to slow down.
I smooth my thumb over his cheek, anchoring us both. He blinks, dazed.
“I love how you look when you’re close,” I continue, my voice rougher now.
He shudders.
“I love how you sound when you come. It’s the most beautiful fucking sound.”
His breathing turns ragged.
“Breathe with me,” I tell him. He does. Shaky at first, then steadier.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “I’m so proud of you. My good boy.”
“Your good boy,” he repeats, eyes half-closed. “Will I always be that?”
“You will always be that.”
“Even when I walk away?”
“Even then. I’ll always catch up with you, sweetheart. I won’t let you drift far.”
He nods. His whole body shivers when tension leaves him.
Only then—when he’s not afraid of losing me—do I let the pleasure begin.
CHAPTER 74 – ANTONIO
The sharp ache in my chest has softened into something warm and heavy.I’m still in Caspian’s lap, but he’s not buried in me like he was twominutes ago.
His arm is curved securely around my back, and his fingers are slowly stroking my hair.
I feel light-headed and drowsy. He reaches for a water bottle and helps me take a sip.
I blink.
“Everything okay?” he asks, his voice low and soothing.
