She let confidence bloom in her chest and dropped her housecoat to the floor. With his eyes fixated on her, she undid her nightgown and let it fall to the floor too.
“We are not done, you and I,” she said tartly.
He came up to her. “You are not satisfied?” he said, his voice amused as he took a step closer.
“Not even close.”
Caspian kissed her softly, slowly, and then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with passion and wild abandon. He guided her to his bed, and his eyes drank her in, like she was the most entrancing thing he had ever seen.
He stood shirtless before her. He held her gaze as he undid his pants and slipped them to the floor. She glanced down, and her breath caught. He was utterlymassive, long and impossibly thick.
He stood still, waiting for her assessment.
She smiled, beckoning him with a crooked finger, a silent order.
Two long strides, and he had her in his arms. She sighed at the heat of him. His hardness pressed against her, and she kissed him deeper, desperate for more.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, her lips found his, and they kissed, unable to hold back for even a moment longer.
His fingers grazed her, and he groaned at what he found there.
She tenderly cupped his face and looked into his eyes of silver fire.
He rubbed himself teasingly against her entrance. She let out a low sound and squirmed closer to him.
“Is this what you want?” he said, rubbing himself over her.
She held his gaze. “It is.”
“Say please.”
She rolled her eyes. He couldn’t be serious.
“I willnot.”
“Say…” He stroked himself over her again, slipping ever so slightly inside, then pulled out again. A tease. A torture. “Please.”
He rubbed himself over her again, and she let out a gasp, unable to keep it in.
“Please,” she said in an annoyed tone.
“Please who?”
She felt him. He was so close. Her body ached for him. She arched herself closer, but he pulled away, refusing her unless she gave in.
“Caspian,please,” she gasped, writhing her hips to try and accept him. He let her and slipped in slowly. Her eyes widened. He wasthick,almost to the point of pain.He stretched her, filling her completely.
Her body wrapped around his tightly, and then he moved. And gods, he felt so perfect, like they were two pieces of a puzzle.
He was gentle and almost painfully slow, filling her whole and then pausing. He pushed against her, sheathing himself to the hilt, and moved back and forth, grinding against her. Then he slung her leg over his shoulder and started moving faster, and she lost all sight of reason.
Gods, he was big. She felt him against every bit of her.
“Caspian,” she pleaded. He went faster, and then just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he slowed down his rhythm until it was languid, teasing.
“More,” she pleaded.
Placing her other leg over his shoulder, he gripped her hips, pulling her against him and thrusting harder. He slammed against her. “Is this what you needed?”
