Caspian (Carolina Reapers 8)

Completely unraveled in the span of a blink, my body clenched around his tongue as I gasped his name, as an explosion of trembles rocketed down my spine, curling my toes and arching my back as I chased that sensation.

Caspian gently worked me through the throes of it with sweet licks and soft laps, until he lowered me back to the bed, and smoothed his hands down my thighs. “That was incredible to watch,” he said, his voice drenched in lust. He walked his fingers up my tummy, flicking my nipple before closing his mouth around it. “What should I do with you now?” he asked. “So many options.”

“I want to see you,” I said, still breathless from what he’d done to me.

“Well, since you’re behaving so well,” he teased, and he removed the blindfold. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the soft light in my room, and then I smiled at him.

God, he was glorious. His skin decorated in ink, the swirls and patterns dipping and rising with each carved muscle. His thighs were massive where he knelt between my legs, and his eyes? They were churning with need. In that moment, I was certain I could look at him forever and never get tired of it.

I love you. The worlds built in my chest, but I kept them locked down.

And something charged sparked between us as he met my gaze, and I didn’t know if he could read what my eyes were screaming at him or if he thought all I wanted was his body, but he held my stare as he shifted above me, lowering himself until his mouth hovered over mine.

“Ryleigh,” he said, his lips brushing over mine with a tenderness that consumed me. He blinked a few times, almost like he was waking up from a dream, and then the seriousness was gone, and in its place was nothing but pure mischief. He cleared his throat, sliding a hand down my side. “I want you to watch me fuck you,” he said, his voice back to purely primal. “I want you to watch what I can do to your body.”

I trembled beneath him, my body already limp from what he’d done to me seconds ago. He grinned down at me, claiming my mouth at the same time he plunged inside me, my center slick from his tongue. I gasped against his mouth, but he kept kissing me with claiming flicks of his tongue and teasing nips on my lips. He thrust into me with deep strokes, his considerable length filling me so much that everything in my existence narrowed to the feel of him inside me. To the building tension ramping up and tightening my muscles.

Every thrust matched his kiss—carnal and claiming.

Every touch of his fingers over my breasts was an ownership.

Every tease a promise.

And I watched him, my wrists held back by the ties, and drank in every single sight. Because he was glorious, and the way he knew my body? God, it was like he’d been made to touch me. Tease me. Torture me. I responded to him in a way I’d never responded to anyone, and it wasn’t just the way he knew how to push me over the edge, but also the way we connected outside of the bedroom. It somehow made this more palpable, more electric, and I was totally, completely hooked.

“Look at me,” he said, and my eyes snapped to his. “I want to watch you come.”

I trembled, warm shivers sliding through my veins as he increased his pace. He gripped my hips, hauling me up to claim me at a deeper angle.

“Caz,” I moaned as he shifted so with each thrust his pelvis hit my clit.

Again.

And again.

Until my eyes wanted to close—

“Look at me, Ryleigh,” he demanded, but there was a gentleness to his tone I couldn’t place. Something deeper, something tangible.

I met his gaze, and he drove into me faster, harder, until my body clenched around him so tightly I cried out.

“Fucking, perfect,” he growled as I shattered around him, my body jerking from the pleasure ripping through me. But he held on, pistoning his hips, never taking his eyes off mine as he found his own release inside me.

We collapsed to the bed, his massive body draped over mine as he laid his head on my chest, our breaths matched in intensity. After a few moments, he rose up enough to release each of my hands. I instantly wrapped my arms around him, and he lifted up on his elbows enough to look down at me.

I cupped his cheek with one hand, our eyes locking as we breathed each other in. I didn’t have the words, and he didn’t either, but I could feel it. The shift between us.

Caspian rested his forehead against mine, and I closed my eyes as reality spiraled around us in a silence that was almost suffocating.