“Every piece of you is mine,” Caspian growls, his voice ragged with want. He bites at my neck, before lapping at the bruised skin.
Caspian thrusts like he’s been waiting for this for a thousand years, stretching me to the brink of pain. A strange warmth bubbles inside me, as if the deepest parts of my soul are merging with his.
His fingers dig into my hips, pulling us closer. His lips find my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he sucks fiercely. I arch my back, hissing in pleasure, feeling the connection between us deepen with every stroke, every kiss.
“Touch every part of me, mate,” I gasp, my voice hoarse with desire.
The cavern seems to pulse in time with our rhythm, the stalactites above glowing softly as we move. Our bodies slide against one another, our skin slick with sweat.
He thrusts deeper, hitting a place inside that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. My core pulses around his cock. I dig my nails into his shoulders and rock my hips.More, more, more.
Anything, darling,his voice caresses my mind.I would give you this world if you asked.
His words drive me into a frenzy, and he reaches down between us, finding my clit. I cry out, and my spine arches off the cold, damp ground as the pleasure envelops me. My heart swells with love and lust. I grip his shoulders tighter, my nails digging in. Raw hunger emanates from his gaze as our eyes lock.
“I wish I had time to push you to your limits, Princess,” he rasps, “to test just what they are.”
His thrusts become more feral, and our bodies dance in a primal cadence. The cavern hums in harmony, the walls blurring in my starlit vision. Caspian’s eyes are ablaze with desire, mirroring my own, as he thrusts deeper and harder, his hips grinding against me in a rhythm that sends tremors through the cavern walls. The stalactites above shudder, their crystalline forms resonating with our passion.
Stars, I wouldn’t be surprised if we take down all of the Below.
His lips leave a trail of fire on my skin. With each thrust, I’m transported closer toward oblivion.
“It’s almost time, Rose,” he whispers.
“No,” I say, tears pricking my eyes. “Not yet. Don’t send me away yet.”
His movements slow, he leans down and tenderly kisses my eyelids. “Not yet, then.”
I stare up at the canopy of crystals above us, and for a moment, I forget everything. The bargain, the Vale, my magic. All that matters is this feeling.
The world narrows, reduced to just the two of us as we move together in desperate tandem. The magic sparking between us grows brighter.
“Rosalina, Rosalina,” Caspian mutters, a sort of delirium overtaking his voice. “You are a rose that blooms in the shadows, a star on the darkest night.”
I clutch him. “Cas, I’m so glad you saved me.”
“I love you, Rosalina,” he whispers against my lips.
The words, so unexpected, send me over the edge.I love you too.I cling to him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. His arms tighten around me, and he cries out, his body tensing.
I arch my back, body writhing to crest with his even as tears spring to my eyes. The magic intensifies, swirling around us.
With a great sigh, he collapses on top of me, kissing my cheek, my nose, my temples.
“How long does it take?” I gasp. “How long does it take?”
There’s a strange smile on his face as he looks at me. “Sometimes instantly, sometimes a few moments.”
“If it works,” I say.
His lavender gaze flicks to the thorn bracelet. “It’ll work.”
He sits up, loosely pulling on his pants and throwing on his shirt. I wrap his cloak around my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off the Prince of Thorns.
The ground rattles beneath us, tiny pebbles vibrating and then the first hint of a thorn breaks through.
“See?” Caspian raises a cocky brow.
