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“Eyes on me, Caspian.” His demand is low and rough, dripping with lust. My name on his tongue sends heat rushing through me. My eyes open, colliding with his;the intensity making my breath stall in my throat. “Yes, sir—” I say
Yes sir. Those words trigger something feral inside me.
“This ass is practically begging for my cock.” I have no idea where these words are coming from.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I say. Caspian yawns. “Do what? We just had fantastic sex. Don’t ruin it by thinking too hard, Blackwell.”
“Carter can go fuck himself from now on,” he breathes. My eyes sharpen and my lips turn into a wicked grin. “Then you better be fucking crystal clear with me right now, Blackwell,” I warn. “Tell me what you want.”
“I don’t share,” he seethes. “You’ve given me a taste of you and now I want to keep you all to myself.” Jesus Christ. I swear my knees nearly buckle at his words. I can feel my cock growing hard in my pants. He apparently can too because his hand roughly grabs me. I stifle a moan. “No one else gets this cock,” he states. “That’s what I fucking want, Caspian.” James yanks me closer by my neck and his lips collide with mine. His kiss is hot, commanding and all-consuming.
“Last chance to run back to pretty boy.” I hear the sneer in his words, nothing more than gravel in his throat. I shove my hips back and light the goddamn fuse. “Show me what it means to be claimed by you.”
“What the fuck—was that?” I gasp out. A rumble of a laugh sounds close by. I crack an eye to see James staring at me with a reverence that momentarily causes my breathing to stumble. “You’re wickedly stunning when you come,” he says quietly.
“I mean it—no one else gets to have you.” His thumb passes over my lower lip. “I may not know how to do this but I’m going to figure it the fuck out.” “I think it’s safe to say you’re doing pretty good so far,” I say dryly.
“You kiss me like you’re daring someone to stop you. You taste like the sea, and danger, and my complete and utter ruin. You look at me like you’re trying to burrow your way into my soul.” He moves closer. “If I slip on your sharp edges—” He shrugs and his hand slides around my waist. “Some things I don’t mind bleeding for.” “You and that poetic tongue of yours.” I shake my head. “It does a lot more than spill pretty words,” he says. “But you know that now.”
Oh my god, I love them!!
“I’m the Captain aren’t I?” He drops to his knees. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.” I inhale sharply. “What are you doing?” We haven’t done this yet—as far as I know, he’s never done this. “No more talking—unless it’s my name on your tongue, or you’re calling out to God—” I chuckle darkly. “I have the devil on his knees for me, God can kindly fuck right off.”
His eyes jump to mine—holy fuck does he look good on his knees for me.
“Fuck my throat, Cas,” he demands. The nickname sends me higher. Chills race across my skin at the intimacy of a simple name. “Damnit, you’re going to be the death of me, James,” I mutter.
there is a hunger in him that has nothing to do with survival and everything to do with being seen And then, scrawled in the prince’s handwriting, was a single line: Even the deepest waters cannot drown what is meant to burn
I lean down and swirl my tongue over his head. He tastes like salt and my undoing.
Love!!
We both move at the same time—our lips meet with a fervor as I pull out and slam back in. My fingers slide into his hair and our kiss grows messy—tongues tangle—I can’t get enough of him. He’s overwhelming me and I’m completely wrapped up in him. He grips my hips, fingers digging hard into my skin, demanding nothing less than everything I have to give. The pace is relentless and has us both gasping in air between kisses.
I sink my teeth into his ass and he yelps, throwing me a glare over his shoulder. I chuckle. “You’re not going to do anything unless I tell you.” I trail my tongue over my bite mark, my eyes blazing as they meet his. “Understood?” “Yes, sir,” he whispers, the fire of his gaze smoldering into a seductive burn. “Good boy.”
I don’t know how long it lasts but it seems to go on forever, longer than any orgasm I’d ever had before and infinitely more powerful. He is mine—and yet the meaning of that escapes me as I come back down to earth.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “We look good together, don’t we, baby?” Caspian smirks, his voice rough.
I move my hips, drawing back, pushing in further than before. Our tongues tangle, I drink in every gasp. What is happening to me? Why do I want to sink into his soul—dig my claws in and stake my claim so everyone knows he’s mine.
I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his scent—sharp, intoxicating and so completely male—it drives any lingering doubts about what this is out of my mind. This is what I want—he is mine—not because he’s a man—because he’s Caspian.
“When I look at you, I don’t see the Fox or the Prince—I see you. You just need to be Caspian, the one I get to see when we’re alone. The man behind the mask who pushes me to get out of my own way. The only man who defies me yet submits to me with a sigh and a smirk—” I jerk him closer as my passion takes over and my words grind through my teeth. “That’s what I think—what I feel, is real.”
“Caspian.” He says my name like a prayer.
“I’ve never seen him look at someone like that before.” Thaddeus puts a hand on my shoulder. “Caspian deserves someone who will fight for him like he fights for everyone else.”
Our love became a mutiny against reason, and I want nothing more than to be recklessly yours. This is my truth: You were my ruin, my undoing, my most dangerous adventure. Of all the treasures I’ve stolen—you were, and are, my most cherished. It was never about the gold; instead you stole my heart. I love you—with fierce, unwavering devotedness and with a fervor forever as wild as the sea. —Always yours, J
I turn the note over, realizing it's been written on the back of a page torn from the book of poetry we both love: If love is to find him, let it not come as a whisper but as a force as restless as the tide let it take him the way the ocean takes the shore— slowly, violently until he is something softened, until he is something free.
His thumb runs along my jaw. “I am the fool who would chase lightning into the arms of a tempest and call it love,” he says.
“You’ve certainly always demanded my truths. You’re like the sea; I can’t help but get swept up in your tide,” I say, my words dripping with fervent meaning. I lean in closer. “But if I drown, I want to drown in the madness of you—my greatest rebellion.”
He’s as tempting as the tide, untamable as a tempest and the only one reckless enough to give his heart to a creature like me. He’s mine, I’m his. And I finally have someone to greet me when the waves send me ashore.
