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“I could feel everything. How big he was, how wet he made me. Caspian pushed in until there was nowhere else to go. A perfect fit, making me feel so full and so hot.
His forehead came down to touch mine as he looked into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Maddie.”
My breath left me, and my whole body was on fire. I wriggled, trying to move that delicious friction inside me.
“Say it.” Caspian pulled out and I whined at the loss, the emptiness I wanted him to fill again. “Repeat what I just said.”
“Caspian…”
“Say it, Madeline,” he growled. “Say how perfect you are.”
Holy hell, this man. His gentlemanly act in front of other people was all a farce. Caspian was some kind of lust god, and I was only just finding that out now.
“I’m… perfect.”
Caspian thrust in, hard and fast, bringing with him the pressure and friction my body craved.
“You deserve love.” He pulled out again.
“I deserve love.”
This time when he thrust, I couldn’t help but let loose another sound of wound-up pleasure.
“You are smart.”
“I am smart.”
“You are patient.”
“I am patient.”
“You are stunning.”
“I am stunning.”
On and on he went, his body and hands pinning me in place so thoroughly that there was little I could do but hold on for whatever ride Caspian wanted to take me on, repeating his affirmations and earning his cock in return. I had already come just minutes before, but already he had me back at the top of that cliff, ready to plunge off again.
“Caspian—" I moaned.
“Yes, Madeline,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips. “I was waiting to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours again. Now, come for me. Let me feel all of it.”
And I did. I came so hard, completely pinned in place as the feeling of him hit me. I rode through his hard thrusts. I was barely coming down, not even finished clenching around Caspian when he groaned and his movements changed. I felt him spill into me, hot and wet when I was at my most sensitive, and I cried out again.
“Fuck, Caspian,” I panted.
“That dirty mouth of yours.” He kissed me, his face completely sated, though lust still sat heavy in his eyes.
I laughed. “You’re one to talk.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens