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“Yes.”

“Good.”

He kissed his way down my stomach, his hands sliding my shorts and panties down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him. Then he was between my thighs, looking up at me with that same hungry expression.

“I been waiting six years to taste you again.”

My breath caught. “Caspian—”

He didn’t let me finish. His mouth was on me, tongue sliding through my wetness, and I nearly screamed.

“Oh my God.”

He groaned against me. “Still taste the same.”

I couldn’t respond.

All I could do was grip the sheets and try not to lose my mind as Caspian licked and sucked like a man starving. His tongue circled my clit, then flicked it in a way that made my legs shake.

“Caspian, wait—”

“Nah.”

He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I came so hard I saw stars.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his mouth still working me through it. “Let me have all that.”

I was still trembling when he pulled back and kissed his way up my body. When Caspian reached my mouth, I tasted myself on his lips.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough.

I nodded, still catching my breath. “More than okay.”

He smiled, then pulled off his shirt, and I stared.

Same broad chest.

Same tattoos.

Same everything.

“You’re really here,” I whispered.

“Told you.”

He kissed me again, slower this time, and I felt him hard against my thigh. I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, and he groaned.

“Fuck, Lakelyn.”

“I forgot how big you were.”

“You didn’t forget shit.”

I laughed. Then I guided him to my entrance, and he pushed inside slowly. So slowly. I gasped.

“Caspian...”

“I know, baby. I know.”