“It just seems so, I don’t know.” He paused, he was rarely at a loss for words, and I let him find them, “I’ve known Griffen for almost my entire life, even before I considered him for a Beta position. It seems surreal to go through this with him, his first child.” He took a sip and met my gaze.
“You knew the pregnancy thing would result in a baby, though, right?” My mouth tugged up.
“Yes,” He softened, shaking his head, “It just feels grounding in a way. A moment where you really look back.” He shrugged, tossing back his drink and examining his empty glass as if he might find an answer there.
I walked up to him and took the glass, placing it back on the bar, and ran my hand along his arm, “I haven’t been in a similar position, but I can imagine it would feel surreal.” I offered, not wanting to diminish his experience.
“It’s not bad, I’m fucking delighted for them, it’s just-” He shook his head.
“One of those moments you realize that life is life?” I suggested.
“Yes,” He smiled at me, “Pretty much that.”
He put an arm around my shoulder, “Now, how about I get you to our bedroom, Luna?” His tone returned deeper, wanting, and it chased away any sleepiness I felt prior.
We walked in silence to the bedroom, and I reflected on all that happened on this long night. I had no idea what time it was, but it didn’t matter. I knew that Emmett was safe, taken care of, and protected, with two loving sets of grandparents that happened to both be staying on the same floor this weekend.
I was truly blessed. We were truly blessed, all of us to have found each other and fit so well together.
“What are you thinking,” Caspien brushed his lips to my temple before he opened the door for me.
“How crazy and perfect this night has been and how lucky I am.” Caspien came to stand in front of me after he closed the door.
“Me too,” His eyes were bright despite the darkness in the room, “I want to show you something,” He held out a hand, and I placed mine in his without a moment of hesitation.
He led me to his floor-length windows and the glittering lights beyond.
“This is your kingdom, Luna.” His hand came to the back of my neck, and he brushed it alongside my shoulder, “I intend to show you it all, but for tonight this will have to do.”
(Willa)
I was glancer looked over my shoulder at my prince.
“I’m just keeping a promise,” His eyes turned dark, “Turn back around” I did as he said, remembering what he wanted to do the first time that we came here, the first time that I gave myself completely to him, but I knew I was completely his well before then. My body lit up at the thought of all he wanted from me, wanted to do to me. He came up behind me, the back of his fingers ran up my exposed back, I shuddered under his touch.
“I like this dress on you,” He leaned forward, so his mouth was hovering near my ear.
He moved his hands up to the straps and pushed them away from my shoulders slowly.
“You’re not going to say you like it better off or something like that, are you?” My voice came out as a whisper.
“I might have, but clearly not the way to go.” His laugh was low, and it rumbled through his chest.
he ran his chin over my shoulder the hair of his beard rubbed my exposed skin.
Caspine’s hands left my shoulders and made their way around the front of my dress. I held my breath, trying to be subtle as his fingers traced the outline of the bodice where the top of my breasts swelled with each breath. Desire swirled through me, and my breath became shallow.
Goddess, this man.
“I want to show the world how incredible you are.” His voice was gravelly as his finger dipped just below the neckline, brushing the top of one of my already hardened nipples.
I let out a sigh of relief at even the slight contact, but it wasn’t anything near what I craved from him.
One of his hands roamed to the back and tugged at the zipper. I looked back at him, his dark hair tumbled over his face, frozen in concentration. My throat went dry at the sight, my mouth parted.
He looked at me; his eyes turned dark as he met my gaze. My breath hitched at his hungry stare. He brake contact before I did as he slid to the floor, kneeling behind me.
His hands roamed up my exposed back, I fought to keep my arms at my side. I didn’t want to distract
He trailed his fingers to where he left my straps hanging down my arms, and pulled them down further. As soon as they slipped from my arms, my Luna dress fell off and pooled at my feet.
Caspien stilled behind me, and I bathed in it. I shifted on my feet, stepping out of the dress and kicking it aside. I knew the effect that it would have on my legs and a.ss in the moonlight. “D.amn Willa,” He breathed.
Having someone, no, having him so affected by me like this lit me up.
I let him look as much as he wanted until his warm hands came back to my body near my ankles.
He slowly worked up from there, running his hands up from my calves to my thighs. It felt nice, but I knew this was for him. He wanted to touch me, to feel me, and I melted under his probing embrace.
His large hands came up to my hips, grasping onto me tightly, as he let loose a long breath. He stilled there for a moment, and I backed up into his embrace, thrusting my hips and behind to his somehow bare back. I didn’t question when that happened, just reveled in the feeling of my skin against his.
One of his palms came to cup a butt cheek. He kneaded it in his hand, lightly massaging it. I breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling.
His other hand dipped over my stomach and traced a lazy pace to my center. All of my attention focused on where the tips of his fingers traced blazing circles on my skin. His fingers finally caressed the top of my underwear, and I held my breath.
He paused again, and I almost said something about him teasing me, but I was so focused on him touching me in any capacity it never came out.
My eyes fluttered shut, waiting for him to dip his finger beneath.
Instead, he pulled back. I felt the absence of his warm hands immediately. My eyes shot open, and I looked behind me, but he stood and crossed his arms, tilting his head back toward the window, indicating where I should look.
I sighed but obeyed, happy that he couldn’t see my smile other would prolong his slow assault.
I let out a sigh of relief when his palms made contact with my hips again. He gripped me tighter this time, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.
I leaned back against his bare chest, settling in the familiarity that was Caspien.
“I’m going to need you still for this first part.” He grumbled into my ear, leaning down to s**k on my earlobe.
His hands wrapped around my wrists, and he brought them above my head, securing them around his neck.
“Keep them there,” After my hands intertwined he let go of my wrists, sliding them down my arms that were wrapped around the back of his neck.
A thrill shot through me, settling at my core.
I was exposed, open, right where I wanted to be with him.
His hands trailed down my side, brushing against the sides of my breasts.
I stilled wanting him to touch me, needing him to touch me.
His fingers roamed over my skin, inching ever so close to my nipples. He stilled for a moment right when he was close to where I needed him.
My breath caught when he removed his hands, but I could feel the heat of them hovering over my chest.
“Please,” I murmured, trying to press toward him.
“Mm,” He responded, his fingers featherlight brushing over my exposed nipples.
I buckled at the light contact, trying to press myself further, but he pulled back.
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.