He studied me, his eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
“I trust you, I do. I was just worried for a moment.”
“You have nothing to be worried about when it comes to me, Willa,” He brushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear; I swallowed, “You are my world now. There is no part of my life that you are not engrained in, no part of me left unchanged by you.”
“I know,” I shrugged, looking at him, “But I mean, it’s nice to hear it; go on,” He smiled at me with his smile that was only reserved for me and lowered his lips, brushing them against mine.
“Words won’t do it justice. Why don’t you let me show you?”
“Um,” I swallowed. Why the hell was I blushing? I wore this man’s mark.
“Tell me, Willa. Would you like to c.um on my t.ongue, fingers, or d.ick?” All of the above?
He tilted my chin up to face him; his eyes darted over my face.
“You’re right; you’re tired.” He dropped my chin, frowning slightly.
“No,” I said too fast, finally finding my voice, “No,”
He raked his eyes over my face as if deciding whether that was true. I jutted my chin out, finding some semblance of my confidence.
“Choose then.”
“You’re being stingy,” I crossed my arms.
“We don’t have much time; our parents are waiting for us upstairs.”
“Way to kill the mood,” I scoffed.
He grabbed my chin again, and I breathed in.
“Choose, then tomorrow you can have them all in whatever order you want.”
“U-um d.ick?”
“You don’t sound too confident. That’s not like you.” My eyes snapped to his.
I loved how he saw me, and I was starting to believe in that version of myself that I was with him.
I removed the straps of my dress, letting it fall to the floor with more effort than I would have wished. I turned away from him and sidled out of my underwear standing up straight to remove the clasp of my bra, thankfully without fumbling and walked to the other side of his desk. I laid back on it completely bare, my hair splaying behind me as I opened my legs wide.
“Your move,” I said, my heart thudding in my chest.
Goosebumps erupted over my body as the cool wood made contact with my bare skin. Caspien took a few steps, and the sound of his pants unzipping made my body electrify with anticipation. I refused to look at him and toyed with a piece of my hair that did nothing to distract me.
Caspien appeared in front of me. Some of his dark hair fell over his face. His lightly tanned skin stretched across the contours of his naked body. I gazed down to where his body seemed to sculpt itself to point to my favorite part of him. His strong hands parted my legs further, digging into my flesh gently as he lowered his body slightly over mine. His eyes flashed black, and his breathing sped up as he raked his eyes over my nakedness.
I wanted him to see though. There was no part of me I wanted to hide from him. I loved how turned on he got by my nakedness. I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, he told me he we didn’t have much time, and now it was up to him. I raised an eyebrow waiting for him to go on.
His body lowered fully over me; the weight of him on top of me felt grounding. He was mine.
His length slid up and down my opening as he c.oated himself with my m.oisture, sparks erupted from where his body slid over mine, and my eyes fluttered shut at even this light c.ontact.
“Last chance to change your mind, or is this still what you want?” He breathed into my ear, pushing himself slightly into my f.olds.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He stood up and pulled me to the edge of the desk. He didn’t take his eyes off me as he slowly pushed inside of me, filling me up completely.
Heat and sparks mixed and pooled deep in my core at the feel of him, the sight of him eyeing me hungrily.
He pulled out slowly, and I whimpered before he thrust back in. He picked up the pace with each thrust until he found a steady rhythm that started to wind me up further and further.
His hands held me open, holding me still for him. The pleasure he was eliciting from me almost became too much as I reached my peak. A low growl that came from my mate started to unravel me.
“Willa,” He stilled deep within me. I let out a moan as he ground into me once more, not continuing his motions.
I moved against him, craving the release I was promised.
“Willa,” He repeated, “Look at me,”
He stopped moving completely, my eyes snapped open. He bent over me, his eyes inches from mine, flecks of churning ice.
“It’s not polite to look away while I’m making you c.um” His jaw hardened.
“Caspien, please,” I tried to move against him, but his weight pinned me down.
“Keep your eyes open, Willa.”
He pulled out, and I whimpered. He held himself there, just the t.ip of him still i.nside me. Every part of my body focused on that little c.ontact that promised so much more.
“Keep your eyes on me,” He commanded, and I did.
He thrust into me, and his lips parted, he pulled out, and he swallowed.
My body started to sing, tightening and winding deep again. He watched me, but his telltale movements were my undoing. The way that he reacted to being inside of me. His jaw clenched and tightened, his mouth opened, and his breathing became ragged. I felt myself coiling to the brink, waiting to be undone by him.
His icy eyes, not breaking from mine, were filled with so much lust and adoration at the same time broke me, and he pumped into me steady and deep,
“Caspien,” His name was the only thing I could remember. My moans and pants formed around his name.
My eyes snapped shut against my will.
“Willa,” He grunted, but he didn’t still.
I opened mine again to find his the only things I could see. He closed the space between us, kissing me deeply. Our moans intermingled. Our names exchanged, and I b.urst completely.
Pleasure rolled through me from him, from us. It r.eleased and came back from where it was created again and again.
In this moment, there was nothing else. I didn’t care how I sounded, how I looked; I gave myself completely to the bliss that we created.
He grunted against my open lips. As I started to come back to myself, I thought that it might have been my new favorite sound. One he made only for me, because of me, as he started to spill inside.
He thrust and groaned one last time falling to my neck; his breath fanned over my marking spot, and even though I thought there would be no pleasure left in me, it sparked something new.
I tried to brush out my hair with my fingers, but it was no use. I settled for a high bun instead and hoped no one noticed my change of hairstyle. Cali was waiting by the front door of Caspein’s apartment when we returned with a drink in her hand for me. She studied me with a sly grin, knowing what we were doing.
“How was the ex?” She asked, an eyebrow raised, taking a sip of her own drink.
“Gorgeous,” I sighed.
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.