His former words came back to me.You don’t have a fucking clue how the world works.
But he did. Now, I did too.
I hated that for him. My heart broke for the boy who had to become a man far too soon because of how his world worked—howourworld worked.
“You stopped him.”
Wasn’t that what he’d always done? Hadn’t he always shown up just in time to save me?
“I meant it, you know,” he said, and I turned my face to look at him. “Iamgoing to marry you one day.” His pulse thrummed at the vein in his throat, and his breath quickened. “Our story was written before we were ever born. Our souls were destined to find each other. And if you think there was any other way for this to end other than you being with me, you’re crazier than I am.” His words crept inside me and flowed to all my darkest places.
He lifted a hand and pushed my hair off my neck, then brought his mouth there. His lips ghosted over my skin, sending a shudder over every inch of my body. My stomach knotted into a bundle of heat and nerves. My breath came harder and harder. His lips were soft, and his breath was warm against my neck as he let out a low groan. Like it was killing him to be so tender, but tender was what he wanted to give. The thick length of his erection pressed hard against my belly. His hands drifted down my back to my ass, where he cupped me and squeezed. I didn’t want to fight him, not this time. I needed to challenge him, but I needed this too. We both did.
I circled my arms around his neck, then leaned up on my tiptoes and whispered against the curve of his throat. “I believe you promised me something about a window…”
As quickly as a heartbeat, the air shifted.
Caspian grabbed the hem of my dress, yanking it over my head and tossing it to the floor. He pulled back and let his gaze rake over my body, blazing a trail over my naked breasts and down to my black panties. My hands worked eagerly to unbutton his shirt while he undid his belt and pants. Once freed, Caspian gave his cock a long, lazy stroke while he licked his bottom lip.
“Over there.” He nodded toward the living room window, his amber eyes going molten. “Hands against the glass.”
I started to step out of my heels.
“Leave those on,” he said as he rolled his thumb over the tip of his dick, pre-cum glistening on the thick head.
I held my breath as I walked over and palmed the window.
Caspian stepped behind me, close enough that his skin kissed my skin. He slid one hand up the side of my body, then cupped my breast. His other hand eased inside my panties, the tips of his fingers brushing my pussy. I arched back into him, and he used his body to push me forward, pressing me against the cool glass.
His fingertips ghosted my clit, rubbing slow, small circles. My palms flexed against the window, but I held perfectly still, even though my body was burning to press against him, to push back against his thick heat. He parted his fingers into a V, running them over my folds, massaging me, teasing me, but never entering me, not yet. My breath came harder and heavier, and my body felt like a bubble about to pop. And then, he was there, two fingers deep in my cunt while his palm pressed against my clit. He rolled my nipple between the fingers of his other hand.
“I’m giving you this because you need it,” he said against my ear, then pulled the lobe between his teeth. “But you need to know that gentle is not in my nature.” As if to drive his point home, he pulled his two fingers out of me and yanked my panties until the fabric ripped, leaving its mark on my flesh.
The need to be fucked by him tore at me, clawed at me until I felt like I was on fire.
He gripped my hip and pulled me to him, placing his head at my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you now, Little Troublemaker.” The tip of his tongue ran up the side of my neck. “I’m going to show the whole world how I make you come.”
I felt his every heartbeat, every ragged breath he took. And then he drove into me. Again and again, he pounded me, harder and harder, urgent and possessive, over and over. And over. Stretching and filling me until it hurt, but it was the kind of hurt that I craved, the kind that reminded me I was alive. His kind of pain was a drug. Until the tightness in my belly gave way to a splintering orgasm that stole the breath from my lungs.
Caspian was right.
This was home.
***
I woke the next morning to soft golden-brown eyes staring over at me and a fingertip running along my bare shoulder then down my arm.
“Sleep well?” he asked, ignoring the vibrating phone on his nightstand.
“Like the dead.”
“Considering I fucked you into a coma, that makes total sense.”
I rolled my eyes and stretched, like a lazy cat on the back of a sofa. The blanket inched down and exposed my breasts.
He lowered his head and pulled one of my nipples between his teeth. “I love it when you wake up smelling like me.” He moved the covers to the side, letting the cool air dance across my hot, naked skin.
I tangled my fingers in his hair. The phone vibrated again. I arched my back, bowing shamelessly against his mouth. “You should get that.”