Once I caught my breath again, his fingers brushed over them again, staying there, circling them slowly.
I whimpered in his arms, my hand intertwined with his soft hair, trying to convey my want, but I knew he knew the extent of my desire.
“Keep them there,” He reminded me, his breath fanned over my neck.
His hands were gone again, and I tried to steady my uneven breath, but it did nothing to help. Anticipation and desire were raging through me at his slight touch. I gasped as his fingers closed in on my n*****s, his nose brushed my hair away from my neck, and I could feel his smile against my skin.
“You like that,” It wasn’t a question.
He pressed his hardened length into my back, and I almost stumbled.
One of his hands came to the window to steady us. His other tugged lightly and then rolled my n****e between his fingers.
He let out a breath as he let my n****e, trailing a burning finger down my stomach and playing over my core.
“Caspien,” I murmured, a plea.
“Hm?” He rumbled into my throat, his finger dipping lower under my underwear, tracing a line to my core that was alight with anticipation.
He pulled back again, running his finger over the soft fabric. I whimpered at the whisper of pleasure but it was nothing near what I wanted. “Please,” I wiggled against him, tugging his hair on the nape of his neck.
He adjusted himself behind me and moved a hand back to my b.reast. I let out a confused sigh, not wanting the teasing anymore.
One of his fingers pushed the fabric away, and he slid a finger up my wet slit. He growled in approval, the sound reverberating through his chest.
A thick finger slipped into me, and I moaned at the sudden yet welcomed contact. I grabbed at his neck, his hair, anything to keep me up. He placed a warm kiss on my neck while massaging my breast.
He moved his finger in and out of me as I clenched around him, trying to keep him in me. I was already starting to wind up at every calculated movement of his.
“Is this what you want?” He asked his lips against my neck with each word.
I could see his smirk in my mind, but as I opened my mouth to speak, his thumb brushed over my c**t, making me almost stumble forward.
“You don’t have to say anything,” He pulled out his finger, circling my wetness around my opening, “I know what you like I just like to hear the confirmation.” He plunged his finger back into me.
“Call it cockiness,” He removed his finger and swirled it on my entrance again before pushing it back in deep, massaging my inner walls.
“I didn’t think you needed the validation,” I managed to get out, sounding as breathless and distracted as I was.
“I don’t,” He paused, his smile on my throat, “But Goddess do I love to hear your want, Willa.”
He kissed my neck, “My Mate,”
He lowered his lips to my marking spot, “My Luna,”
He sucked it into his mouth, and I gasped, “My princess.”
His finger flicked inside of me again before he removed it, letting another one slip in alongside it. My mark was in his mouth, and he sucked and lapped at it hungrily while he played inside me. My o****m that was building caught fire.
With every rhythmic thrust of his fingers, his other hand answered my m.oans with him massaging my b.reast and tugging lightly at my nipple,
But his h.ard e.rection pressed behind me, and my marking spot being sucked between his teeth unraveled me.
I wound up to my breaking point with all these warring sensations begging for my attention. I couldn’t focus on one point of pleasure, and it all came bursting through me.
I grasped tigher to his neck, not trusting my shaky legs to hold me. I grabbed his silky hair, trying to remember how to stand as my pleasure tore through me in waves.
His breathing came out in short bursts, his mouth left my neck and through my haze of l**t I thought it was glorious that he could be so distracted by my pleasure.
I held onto him steadily as the last waves of p.leausre pulsed through me. He helped me come down, his strong arm wrapped around me, his muscles tensing against my skin. I leaned against his arm knowing that he would hold me.
He slowed his fingers until the waves settled into nothing but a languid satisfaction that settled over me in a haze.
“Not yet, my Luna.” He helped me stand on my own two feet, “I want the world to see how amazing you are.” His fingers traced my silhouette, igniting me again chasing away the warm sleepiness I felt.
“I want the world to see what is mine,” He places a kiss on my shoulder, “And what they can’t have,” He moved his mouth to my other shoulder.
He grasped my waist, thrusting me forward. M n.ipples met the cool window and I g.asped at the s.ensation.
“I want to show the world that you are mine, and I need them to see how beautiful you look when I make you c*m on my d**k,” His breath fanned over my neck eliciting goosebumps, but his words sent waves of pleasure through me.
“I need them to see what they will never have, and I need them to see what only I will be able to do to you.”
“O-okay,” I think I said. I was wide awake now, but my brain was clouded with lust.
He rested his chin on my shoulder, “If that’s okay with you,” His voice was, more uncertain, sincere.
I nodded, “Yes,” I croaked.
Whatever he wanted at this moment, I wanted.
His possessiveness lit me up in a way that was claiming yet secure.
We owned each other because we gave each other to this bond. The bond that we created past what fate or destiny or The Moon Goddess decided for us. We chose each other.
He didn’t own me and I didn’t own him.
We both succumbed to the mutual bond that was us.
I would willingly do things for him because I trusted him, and that trust, this bond, it was freeing.
“Anything you want,” I whispered.
With those words, I didn’t submit to him. I didn’t give anything away to him, I just dove deeper into our needs, what we wanted from each other.
More than that, I wanted Caspien to fuck me in front of anyone that wanted to watch. I never thought about the audience anyway, just him. And if they could see how well he fucked me, how hard he made me o.rgasm, that made me excited in ways I didn’t realize. A deep growl of appreciation rumbled through his chest and ignited sparks through me straight to my core.
His hands dipped below my underwear, ripping them off. His body pressed me to flush against the window, and I reached out to steady myself.
“Hands up,” He wrapped his hands around my wrists and put them above me on the window. I smiled, thinking of the smudges there tomorrow.
He stepped away, but I felt his presence behind me. I chewed my lip as I studied the vast expanse of the city beneath me, the city that belonged to me now. Caspiens pack, my pack.
He stepped back to me, his palms encircling my waist, his b.are e.rection pressed up to my back, warm and s.tiff.
“Legs wider, Willa.” His voice rumbled, and I obliged, shutting my eyes waiting for him.
His tip brushed against my opening. I sighed with anticipation and want. He used my wetness to coat himself before he settled at my opening, pushing slightly in.
I held my breath as he slowly entered me, filling me completely. I spread open for him, tightening against his length. It was everything that I needed, and I took a deep breath memorizing the absolute rightness.
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.