It was Caspien I wanted, and I wanted him forever.
He pushed back and stood up, no contact left between us.
Nerves coursed through me, and I felt a prick of tears.
I messed up; he didn’t want that. It was too soon; I thought he wanted it, but I assumed. I was stupid so damn stupid, I led an Alpha making everything on my terms, I f****d up.
“Willa,” He said, his voice even, “I don’t want to do that if you aren’t sober.”
“I had a sip of wine,” I propped myself on my elbows staring at him, was that really what this was about?
“That’s not what I meant,” He rubbed his forehead, “I meant like sober from lust,”
I almost laughed.
“I don’t want you making any rash decisions because you feel good right now,” He sat on the edge of the bed looking back at me, “If and when you choose that I don’t want you to regret it, the last thing I want is to place my mark on you and have hate me or blame me in the morning.”
I shook my head, that wasn’t going to happen. I scooted forward, so I was sitting next to him. I tentatively reached out for his hand and rubbed circles on his palm.
“I want you, Caspien. I’m sober from l.ust or whatever,” I looked up at him and gave him a smile, “I want you, forever, if you’ll have me.” I shrugged, not able to meet his eyes anymore.
He removed his hand from mine and tilted my chin to meet his gaze.
“I want you, Willa. Forever.” He leaned forward, studying me, “If you’ll have me,” He gave me a small smile, and his eyes filled with something I hadn’t seen before. I was too engrossed in his gaze to even try to decipher it.
I moved my hand to his neck and rubbed my thumb along his marking spot, the place where I would mark him tonight. Warmth flooded me at the thought.
He leaned his forehead to mine and our breaths intermingled.
“Are you still sure? Because after that, there’s no going back.”
“Good,” I tried to nod; I hoped there wasn’t.
I wanted this, wanted him, forever.
“Forever?” He asked.
“Forever,” I promised.
He shuddered and I held onto his neck, holding him.
He opened his eyes, and they were all I could see.
I scooted forward and kissed him, capturing his l!ps in mine with a ferocity that hopefully conveyed my desire for him. He moved his hand to run up and down my back, and I repositioned myself, not breaking the kiss so I could sit on his lap. My core met with fabric, with fabric?
I pulled away.
“Take those off,”
He chuckled once, “Sorry, I was so focused-“
I put my hand to his l!ps, “No excuses, just do it,” He smiled against my lips and lifted me with one arm, the other removing his boxers somehow; I didn’t care.
He sat back down on the bed and settled me between his legs; I wrapped mine around his back. My breath caught as I felt his velvety length press against my core.
I placed my hands on his shoulder and arm. I rubbed up against him loving how his body tensed in response as I slid my wetness along him.
It was the friction I needed, and he pulled me closer, his breathing becoming uneven, making body tighten in response. My n.ipples rubbed against the contours of his chest, and I leaned my head forward.
My body was electrified again, swirling with need and anticipation and building p.leasure.
“Willa,” He groaned.
I picked up my pace, dampening his entire length, and he grunted once, tightening his grip on my back before he lowered it and cupped my b.utt with the same tight grasp. “Please,” I begged; I didn’t know what for.
For everything, for more, for him.
I didn’t have time to react as he laid me on my back on the cool sheets that felt freezing against the heat coursing through me body. He leaned over me, placing a hand behind my head, his thumb caressed my cheek, I leaned into the gentle touch, breathing in his scent letting it ground me.
His knee pushed my thigh, and I opened my legs for him. I couldn’t think of anything but what was about to happen. My body was alive, on edge, my blood thrummed in anticipation. It was already a chore to keep my breath even.
“Are you sure you want this?” He paused as the soft tip of his p.enis grazed my opening.
I swallowed, trying to remember how to speak, “Y-yes.”
“Even if you don’t want me to mark you-“
“I want it, Caspien, d.amnit I want it all.” I said possibly a bit too harshly, but I stood by that.
He paused for a moment, positioning himself at my center, barely pushing in, but it was enough to send sparks shooting from where our bodies were finally making c.ontact.
He leaned forward, and I g.asped as I felt him start to enter me.
He paused over me, repositioning himself so that he was propped on his forearms. He brushed the stray hair away from my cheeks, kissing my forehead, nose, and mouth.
He pulled back slightly and gazed down at me with a look so raw that it almost made me want to cry.
My throat constricted, and I opened myself further, knowing I had nothing left to say, I just wanted to give him everything. He leaned forward, kissing me deeply, as he slowly pushed himself inside me.
My eyes snapped open, but my mouth held his.
He pulled out a bit and pushed back in deeper and then again.
With each pull and push, my body adjusted to him.
“Willa,” He let out a low moan against my lips before he pulled out entirely and entered me deeply with one last t.hrust.
I s.quirmed underneath him, surprised by the feeling. I could hear myself breathing and nothing else.
It was everything, the fullness. But it was mixed with a slight pain, probably because I had nothing but a t.ampon up there for the past five years.
Just focus on our mate
Sorry
“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice laces with concern.
“Y-yes,” It came out as m.oan as he positioned himself deeper, “Keep going,”
He pulled out and t.hrust into me again; any discomfort was replaced with waves of p.leasure. I didn’t remember s.ex ever feeling like this.
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.