I push the hair off his face. “No. Because it’s like no time has passed.Thisis how it’s supposed to be.”
Caspian doesn’t respond, but his eyes shimmer, and he smiles, a gentle, real thing.
I lay Caspian down, making sure the fur covers the ground and not an inch of his skin is touching the cold stone. This used to be such a familiar sight. How did I take it for granted? The mornings with him wrapped in my arms? The playful nights when we laughed as we pleasured each other? The debates over hot tea about the too-long books he’d pick out for us to read or the entire conversations we’d exchange in a single look at a mandated dinner?
“Areyounervous?” I ask him as I kiss the hollow of his throat.
He sighs. His legs spread and wrap around my hips. “I am ready to be yours again.”
“Weren’t you always mine?” I say, positioning myself at his entrance.
“Completely, completely,completely.” His words break into a cry as I sink myself inside him.
We moan together. I’m only a few inches in, but already my heart is hammering with bliss.
“Keep going. You know I can take it,” Cas says.
I kiss him as I plunge fully in, swallowing his cry. My cock is enveloped in the tight embrace of his body. I could stay here forever, never moving, but I need to remind him how good I can make him feel.
“Fuck,” I growl. “How have I gone without this for so long?”
“I guess we’re both masochists.”
I snatch his wrist, holding it over his head. Our bracelets touch. This bargain…it wasn’t enough for him to believe my love for him. But could this moment be? Could Rosalina have changed both our hearts?
I take a deep breath, slowly moving in and out. “I love you, Cas. Do you love me?”
He runs his hands through my chest hair, his body relaxing with each thrust. “I love you.”
I can’t stop my smile. Jolts of desire rush through me. One hand keeps me up, but I can’t decide where to put the other: on the side of his face, on his chest, clutching his cock, holding his wrist? Watching him writhing from my touch is near enough to undo me.
My body sparks with energy in a way it hasn’t in decades. I wish to worship him. I haven’t been able to show anyone my affections physically in so long. Now, I never want to stop.
We move together perfectly, practiced, as if no time at all has passed since we were last like this. My thrusts grow stronger, more powerful, my breathing labored. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Cas’s breath is rapid. His heartbeat sprints under my palm. “Please, Kel, give me everything. I want you. Ineedyou. Please, have me, take me, give me everything.”
“Fuck, yes, darling, I will,” I groan. My balls tighten, his words like a lightning strike to my spine. Twenty-six years of anger, of longing, of lust, of pain, of aching for him. I pour it all into this.
“Please, Kel, please! Give me everything,” Cas pleads again.
And I do. Exploding, I can’t help the beastly roar that erupts from my throat. Cas cries out, his cock twitching as he comes too, his desire painting his chest. It’s like an avalanche inside my body, every thought, every feeling part of the blizzard that storms out of me.
I collapse to his sticky skin, keeping my cock still nestled within Caspian’s warmth.
“Oof!” Cas breathes as my whole weight falls on him, but he wraps his arms around me.
Once I catch my breath, I whisper kisses along his jaw and down his neck.
“I guess that settles it,” Cas murmurs, stroking my hair. “You’ve still got it.”
I huff a laugh. “As long as I’ve got you.”
We lie there for a long time, the fire crackling as the storm rages outside. This was the same cave we made love in for the first time. And today, it feels like a first again. A first of a love reborn.
Eventually, we detangle from each other, packing up the cave and changing into our wet clothes. Caspian briars us back to Frostfang, where we stumble to my room and into a warm bath.
I’m sitting on the bed, waiting for him to finish, when he waltzes out of the privy in too-big pajamas. Though we found all his old clothes from his last stay, he still seems to prefer mine.
