I grasped onto his arm, his hair, his neck, anything that I could to try to ground myself or else I might float away.
Deep rumbling pleasure started to coil within me at each of his deep thrusts. His breathing was becoming uneven and it only fueled the fire that he was stoking.
“Willa,” he grunted, his eyes snapped shut as a low growl came from him, “Goddess, you are,” He took a deep breath, “Perfection,”
With each t.hrust he was working on composing my perfect release. I let my head fall back, and I focused on nothing but him and how he felt inside of me. My mate, Caspien inside of me.
I knew what he meant now by drunk in l.ust. I wasn’t myself anymore I was his, and I would give myself completely to him in this moment if it gave him any semblance of p.leasure.
“Willa,” My name was a prayer on his l!ps, and it sparked something deep within me, something primal.
It pushed me over the edge, and I cried out, my legs wrapped around him, as he plunged deep into me with rhythmic thrusts, never fully leaving me.
He ground deep, reaching the perfect spot again and again.
His breathing was deep, he leaned his head to my neck, licking me, sending another wave of tingles to mix with the waves of my orgasm.
A sharp pain and my body stilled, the seconds felt like minutes until I could breathe again, before the piercing pain was replaced by a blinding p.leasure. I moved my hips against him and he grunted into my neck, still holding on.
My body didn’t belong to me anymore; it belonged to him, to us.
Mark him
Iris chanted and I found for some semblance of myself to do what she wanted, what we wanted.
I pulled him closer to me and licked him quickly, biting down hard before he could react.
His body bucked, and I was worried I would lose my grip, but he steadied himself. He released my neck and licked it as he panted and picked up his pace.
He started t.hrusting so hard I would have been knocked to the wall if his large palms weren’t digging into me holding me still for him.
My name a prayer on his l!ps.
Nothing was real at this moment besides us, besides pure primitive .pleasure.
Our p.ants and m.oans became one; I didn’t know where his body ended, and mine began as we clawed and grasped for each other while I rode out the last waves of my p.leasure, that coiled and burst throughout me, he followed me with a few deep t.hrusts. We didn’t belong to ourselves anymore; we didn’t even belong to each other. We belonged to something greater; we belonged to us.
(Willa)
That s.ex changed me. Completely and irrevocably.
Caspien knew it as he propped himself on his side.
“That was nice,” I shrugged, drawing circles in the cool sheets, “Someone promised me anything but-“
He flipped me over with a growl. I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep tonight, but I don’t think I had ever felt more awake or alive in my life.
My eyes felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and I forced them open the following day. I was sprawled naked across the bed, and I reached for Caspien but where he was laying was cold. My eyes fluttered shut, but my brain was telling me to wake up. s**t, Emmett.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Wait, he was with Caspien’s parents. I relaxed but the feeling of confusion didn’t leave me, I felt like I was missing something, that I had to be doing something. What time was it anyway?
I groaned against the edges of a headache that formed around my mind. I don’t know what time we managed to fall asleep. We ended up talking for Goddess knew how long after a few rounds of him. My cheeks heated at the memories, and I pressed my legs together, trying to stop the swirl of tingles just from the memory of him.
I peeled myself out of bed and went to the bathroom I used off of Emmett’s room. I showered, but the warm water only made me more tired, so I changed it to cold to shock myself awake. It only barely helped. Brushing my long hair took ages; it was tangled and knotted, and no matter what I did to my face, even applying a few coats of mascara, I looked at tired as I felt.
I tugged on a white sundress dress Caspien bought for me and pulled part of my hair back to the sides, not bothering to fully dry it.
Something hit me as I opened the door to Emmett’s room. I woke up and felt comfortable enough to get dressed and ready before making sure Emmett was okay. I knew he was okay no matter if he was with Caspien or his parents, which was huge for me.
I smiled to myself, leaving the room, thinking back at how even a few months ago, I was worried sick. I was confused and lost and had no idea how I would relocate alone, only not to have to do it alone.
As much as I wanted to figure out life for myself, finding Cali and Loreli, and then Caspien and his parents and friends, I realized I could still be independent and accomplished but didn’t have to carry the weight by myself.
I didn’t see anyone in the living room as I descended the stairs. The sound of laughter directed me to the kitchen. I leaned in the open doorway and saw a mop of brown hair and light red curls sitting at the kitchen island, watching Caspien’s back intently. They were both giggling, and when he turned around, I choked on my laugh.
Caspien had a whipped cream mustache and strawberries over his eyes.
“I can’t find him, I’ve looked everywhere and I swear he was just here!” He exclaimed, actually exclaimed.
“He’s behind you,” Emmett and Loreli shouted, falling into a fit of laughter.
Caspien turned around, not noticing me, with strawberries covering his eyes. The next time he turned back to us, his mustache and eyes were gone.
“Did I miss something?-” He asked the kids before stopping when he saw me.
I waved a hand, “Go on,” I stepped into the kitchen, placing a kiss on Emmett’s head and squeezing Loreli’s shoulder, “Don’t let me intrude”
“Mr. Baker stole our strawberries, so Caspien is trying to get them back so that we can make waffles.”
“Color me intrigued,” I raised an eyebrow studying Caspien. If the man was capable of blushing, I think he might at this moment, “We need to solve this mystery.” I added seriously.
Loreli nodded, “We’re close.” She clapped her hands together.
“Mr. Baker was just here,” Emmett added.
“I saw him; I can vouch for that.” I tilted my head thoroughly, enjoying Caspien’s embarrassment.
Caspien swallowed, “Well, great then. If you saw him-“
“I did,” I confirmed with a smile, I loved seeing him embarrassed, I didn’t think this was an emotion that he was capable of.
“Well, then I guess we are on the right trail,” Caspien took a deep breath, not meeting my stare, and turned around.
A few moments later, he had the mustache and strawberry eyes back.
“There he is,” Emmett and Loreli pointed, I smiled, biting down on my laugh.
Caspien spun around, “I got him,”
“No, I got him.” He said back to himself.
This went on for a few more moments. Loreli and Emmett could hardly contain themselves until he turned back to us without a mustache holding up a handful of strawberries. He took a few steps to the kitchen island, pretending to be out of breath, and let the strawberries fall from his hands, rolling towards us.
A few seconds of silence passed until I started clapping slowly. Loreli and Emmett joined once they caught their breaths.
“An actor,” I commented, “Is there anything you cant do?” I picked up a strawberry and took a bite out of it; his eyes went to my lips.
“I told you there wasn’t.” His voice was serious, “Now, who wants to help make the batter?” His voice lightened as he turned his attention to the kids.
They bounced up and down and shouted ‘me’.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.