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“I'm not going nowhere right now.”

“Promise?”

He brushed his lips against mine. “Promise.”

I pulled him closer, and for once, I stopped trying to understand something that didn’t make sense.

I let myself have him.

Caspian’s hands moved down my sides, slow and deliberate, like he was relearning every curve.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he said against my mouth.

“I missed you too.”

“You don’t even know.”

He kissed me deeper, his tongue sliding against mine, and I felt heat spread through my entire body.

His hand slipped beneath my shirt, fingers brushing against my bare skin, and I gasped.

“Caspian...”

“What?”

“This feels—”

“Real?”

I nodded, and he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it somewhere behind him. Then he looked at me.

“Damn, baby.”

My face heated. “Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to eat me alive.”

He grinned. “That’s exactly what I’m about to do.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on my neck, kissing and sucking in a way that made my toes curl.

I arched into him. “Shit, baby.”

“I know.”

His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing gently before his mouth followed. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it slowly, and I damn near came apart right there.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

He switched to the other one, giving it the same attention, and I felt myself getting wetter by the second.

“You still sensitive here?” he asked, his voice low.