Caspian struggled to take in a breath of sanity as her body writhed against his. His other hand left her hair, desperate to touch her, to hold her closer.
He watched as she took his hand, bringing it to her parted lips. The air left his lungs as her tongue drug up the length of his finger. Her wide green eyes watched him with carnal interest as she closed her lips around the tip.
There was no choice behind his next movements, as he positioned himself so his cock rested against her sweet folds. Heat radiated from her, an enticing warmth, beckoning him deeper. Yet his focus was still captivated by the sight of her mouth playing with his fingers, worshiping them in a way he could only imagine for other uses.
Keira took him in deep, enough for him to feel the back of her throat. His eyes rolled back in his head as he mindlessly pushed himself into her, breaking through her threshold into the glorious heat within.
She gasped, his finger still in her mouth as he began to move against her, not inserting himself much further than her entrance. It seemed that was enough. Her eyes were once again burning with need. A groan was building steadily in her chest.
Her mouth opened wide as her breathing grew heavier. Caspian couldn’t resist rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip as he drove into her just a touch further. Her eyes rolled back as she opened her legs, draping herself over him.
Caspian drank in the sight, the whole of her bared before him as he took her full breasts in hand once more. He could see their point of connection, the subtle motions that were causing her skin to flush, her breath quicken. The whole of it wasoverwhelming, beyond dreams and fantasies. As she reached between her legs, her back arched suddenly as she called out with pleasure. Her fingers worked furiously.
“Don’t stop,” she panted over and again.
Every part of him wanted to sheath himself fully inside her, but fear that he would ruin whatever magic had overtaken her kept him to his steady shallow movements. She was going to be the death of him, but he would risk it if it meant seeing her come apart again on his cock.
Caspian felt it the moment she crested the wave. The jolt of tension overtook her whole body. The cry built within her for a heartbeat before unleashing to echo off the stone walls. It was fierce and vulnerable, battle cry and surrender.
“More!” Keira panted. “Caspian, I need-”
She did not have the time to even finish her words before Caspian rose, coming between her legs.
Her eyes met his, their mutual need growing taut between them. Caspian buried himself inside her with a single stroke, their cries mingling around them, a harmony of ecstasy.
Caspian held her firm as he drove into her, no longer able to deny the instinct coursing through him. Below him, her breath was shallow and heated. Her hair was splayed about her chaotically, her green eyes wide and wild in a way that dared him to take her deeper, faster.
Fire gathered in his spine. The perfect warmth of her center felt as though it was gripping him tighter than ever, and he couldn’t get enough, couldn’t even slow his relentless movements. He was about to burst, but he didn’t want to finish before she’d had her fill. Beneath him, her face was pink, lips parted in an endless chorus of carnal pleasure that was driving him to madness. Her hands were massaging her full breasts as she sang for him. Her touches gave him an idea.
He licked the pad of his thumb and sent it between her legs, looking for that spot. Keira’s eyes widened as her chest heaved. Caspian didn’t stop, attention split between the movements of his hand and the unforgiving rhythm driving him further inside her. She called out finally, her fingers digging into him as she rode out another wave of pleasure.
His chest tightened, breath catching as his own release overtook him. The ecstasy of it was too much for his body to contain as he spilled into her. Caspian caught himself on his hands as he fell, arms shaking as tremors continued to rock him to his core. It seemed the only thing keeping him tethered to this world was her touch on his skin.
Caspian hadn’t realized that his eyes were shut until he felt her hand on his cheek. He looked down at her, chest still heaving for air as he tried to gather himself. He felt as though she had shattered him to his core and yet made him whole. He was broken and made new, made hers.
His eyes returned to hers as if they were the center of his world. Her fingers brushed against him, and he felt the simple touch ripple through his whole body.
“I love you,” she breathed, the words brushing against his lips.
Caspian pushed back the dark hair plastered to her brow, his touch stroking down her cheek, her jaw, tracing a gentle line down her body. All the while his eyes never left hers. “And I am yours, now and forever.”
Florian
Florian loved weddings. He loved the music and the drinking, the spell of romance that hung palpable in the air, inviting all those around to revel in the happiness shared by the newlyweds. He’d hardly ever been more touched or proud or genuinely filled with joy to watch anyone tie knots than he’d felt as Keira and Caspian made the vows. It was difficult to imagine how such a wonderful night could have ended so terribly. The worst part of it was that for the life of himself, he couldn’t figure out why.
Florian rubbed a hand down his face as he sat at the long breakfast table, trying again to puzzle out how it had gone so wrong. His dismal mood hardly stood out among the others. It seemed nearly half the court was hungover, staring uncertainly at their food or trying some remedy or another. Florian wished he could blame his own wretched feeling on overindulgence. Yet, he’d strangely turned in early and alone. All the while he’d thought, he’d hoped, that it would be the night he might… Well, he’d wanted to spend it with Yvette, celebrating her joining the Blades and being free of that wretch, Victor. He finally felt as though he understood her, and yet he’d never predicted her sending him off like that.
She’d clearly found out about him and Knox, though it was hardly a secret. But how had she? Florian couldn’t imagine Knox actually confronting her, but he also hadn’t been able to find himanywhere after she went up to bed. If he could only find her and explain…
Someone approached the table. Hope blossomed within him for a moment, but it was only Lilith, closely followed by a very hungover Rhea.
“Morning,” Lilith said, nearly chipper.
Rhea said absolutely nothing as she sat down beside Gareth and followed his example, shoveling a heaping portion of eggs onto her plate.
“Have you seen Knox?” Florian asked, skipping pleasantries.
Strangely, guilt flashed across Lilith’s features as Rhea’s sole attention centered on her devouring her breakfast.
