Blaze (Virtues & Lies 3)

“Always,” he finishes as he eases me onto my back.

Rough hands part my legs as he crawls over me, lips smoothing over my belly, peppering kisses and whispering beautiful words that only make me want and need and crave him more than I already do.

“Casper…” My moan is ragged as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. The fabric of the bikini does nothing to ease the toe-curling sensation.

“I love you,” he whispers over my skin as he licks and nips up to my ear. “That’s all I want to do, Fleur. I want to love you.”

I want that too. It’s all I ever wanted, and he’s the only one that’s ever completely given it to me without ever demanding it in return. Loving him is effortless, and it’s strange because I want to put everything into it and more.

“Always.” He kisses up the line of my jaw to my ear

while his hands pull at the ties of my bikini bottoms.

Bracing on one arm, by my head, he repeats again, “Always, wife.”

I work his shorts past his arse, pushing them down his legs with my feet until his dick bobs hard between my thighs.

Every part of me clenches greedily for him. My blood burns with the need to have him inside me.

“Casper, please…” I plead again and again as his fingers run up and down my slit. Teasing my pussy. Rounding my clit. “Please.”

Pulling back, he looks down at me, eyes brimming with all the things I feel. So much desperation that I shudder as he positions himself at my entrance.

He shallows in and out torturously when all I want is for him to take. To drive deep into me until all the breath leaves my lungs.

“Forever, Trouble,” he promises as he presses inside me. “Forever.” He eases deeper. “Always.” He bottoms out.

Beautiful pain bursts inside me, radiating through me as he physically loves me relentlessly. And he doesn’t stop as he devours every one of my moans greedily.

Casper is steadfast. His unwavering and unrelenting hold on me never ceases. That’s what makes me happy. It’s what makes my heart soar with the possibilities of the life ahead of us.

It started with nothing but curiosity. A fascination with the art on his skin. Then he looked at me, and I felt seen. Like I had never been before. He held me like no one ever had.

Somehow, we’ve ended up here. With me in his arms. Loving me.

Casper holds me as though I am his life. Tight, hard, and without pause.

This is our forever. It’s not a spoken promise or fate. It just is.

Casper is my foregone, natural conclusion. Flesh of my flesh. Blood of my blood.

Epilogue

FREDDIE

Two weeks later

The show ends with rapt applause. Just as last night, her gaze flits to mine in the box seat. Georgina curtsies and without glancing back to me, exits the stage. I only just manage to catch a glimpse of the wanker in tights wrapping his arm around her waist before they disappear out of sight.

Unlike the old saying—out of sight is not out of mind.

That’s the problem, isn’t it?

I make my way out of the Opera House and wait by the back door all the staff use. It’s obvious she’s avoiding me, trying to teach me a lesson, but the only thing I’m learning is that getting attached to her beyond the fucking is wrong.

You shouldn’t be here, then, should you?

Probably not. Especially when I should be working to find Kingsley. Who the fuck am I trying to kid? I’m not actively trying to find him. As much as I want to find him, all my real efforts are going into finding Lucy.