JAMES #2
The intensity of emotion speeds up my movements, but the energy between us expands until I want to explode with it.
I grab his leg over my hip and draw it up at the same time I move fully over him, shoving inside him hard as I do.
He inhales sharply, followed by a moan I drink in as our lips brush.
He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites down.
Pain flairs, blood bursts across my tongue—I groan at the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain before he kisses it all away.
The pace intensifies. The sound of our breathless pants, groans and hips slamming together fill the air around us.
Fire blazes through me as he grips me tightly in all ways.
His arms drag me against him, clutching me as I pound into him.
His ass pulls me in, tightening to a degree that makes me nearly delirious with pleasure.
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 .
My hand finds his neck as my lips drag across his jaw and our eyes clash.
I slowly take his air away—watching his surrender.
His hooded blue depths are overtaken by black as we fall together towards oblivion.
This is different from before, I want to sink deeper; I want to drown in this thing between us.
I loosen my grip and let him breathe just as my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I’m so wrapped up in this space with him that it wasn’t about racing to the finish, but dropping into that cosmic joining.
As I drive into him through the waves of intensity, I can see every time I hit that spot inside him and before I finish, he follows me over the edge.
His cock erupts between us, come coats his abs—he came without me even touching his cock.
Our combined pleasure goes on forever—or maybe only a minute—time means nothing as we disappear into oblivion together.
I collapse on top, my lips against Caspian’s neck and his strong arms clutching me to him.
I soften inside him, sadness washing over me at the loss as I slip out.
With a groan, I move off of him onto my stomach, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath.
I don’t think I can move. I don’t think I want to.
After a few minutes, I feel his finger trace a scar on my back. It sends a shiver through my body. He reaches the end of that one and finds another, tracing them as though I’m a map he’s desperate to memorize.
“‘ …trace the scars without asking for their stories… ’” I murmur.
I hear the breath of a laugh as he continues, methodically, like he’s bent on touching every single one.
“What if I want to know?” Caspian whispers. “What if tracing them in silence isn’t enough anymore?”
I don’t know what to say to that. I open my eyes to see him propped on an elbow, eyes lost in the past etched into my skin. A reminder of stories best left behind.
“They’re all dead,” I say. “That’s where they need to stay.”
His face grows hard and he sighs, dropping his hand back to the bed. “Not all of them.”
“You didn’t do this to me, Caspian.” I reach out and tangle my fingers with his.
“Sometimes it feels like I did,” he pauses and glances at me slyly. “And I thought it didn’t matter? I thought you wanted every De’Vero dead?”
That brings a small smile to my lips and I watch his attention focus on it, like a man parched for water in the middle of the sea—I know he collects my smiles—maybe I should give them to him more freely.
“Not every De’Vero.” I run my thumb over the back of his hand. “There’s one that’s not so bad.”
He chuckles. “Not so bad?” He echoes and looks back up at my eyes with a smirk.
“You built a city,” I insist. “You’re the reason my sister is alive. You’re not like your father—”
There’s a knock on the door.
“Fuck,” I curse.
Always impeccable timing—always destined to be interrupted. Caspian groans and rolls off the bed. I follow, pulling clothing out of a trunk as another knock comes.
“One minute!” I bark.
I watch Caspian getting dressed as I pull on pants.
I understand now why he likes the sea—only claiming to be a man of salt and sin is easier than straddling two words behind two masks.
Safer too. He has a crease between his brow; the humor from before is gone, and he’s lost in thought.
We’re nearly dressed and Caspian runs his hands through his hair, sighing heavily.
I look over at him and he shakes his head. “Sometimes I don’t want any of it,” he says abruptly.
I finish lacing my boots and stand. “Want what?”
He shrugs, looking like he doesn’t know the answer. “Sometimes I don’t think any of it’s real—you asked how am I supposed to know who I am, if I’m so many things at once, but what if none of them are true?”
I stand up from lacing my boots and we stare at each other. Here he is again—that man who isn’t hiding. No masks—no humorous prince throwing out pretty words. Just the real Caspian—and damn if it isn’t fucking doing things to me.
There’s another knock. My jaw grinds together before I yell at whoever it is on the other side, my eyes never leaving Caspian. “I said one fucking minute!”
“It’s always a fucking performance,” Caspian says, bitterness in his words. “I’m always trying to make people see me the way I need them to see me—but it’s never real—it’s never true—”
“What about when you’re with me? Is that a performance?” There’s an edge in my tone that immediately has him taking a step towards me. His eyes flash and he grips my shoulders.
“No,” he says fervently. “No—the only time I feel like I’m not pretending is with you.
It’s the only time I actually feel like I exist. Me—whoever that is—” He shakes his head and his words drop to a whisper, intense with emotion.
“ That, just now—” he gestures towards the bed and a look of rapture takes over his face, heady and potent with words he can’t, or won’t, articulate.
“Us together is the kind of real that doesn’t need an explanation. ”
Relief hits me and my hand snakes around his neck. I grip him hard and step into him even more. Words lodge in my throat but I need to get them out.
“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. ”
“Captain!” The voice on the other side of the door makes me take a deep inhale.
“I’m going to kill whoever that is,” I growl.
“Captain! You need to come quick!”
“Motherfucker—” I snarl.
Caspian breathes out a laugh, but he’s looking at me with deep emotion brimming in his eyes and I wish we didn’t have to cut this short. I want to prove to him he’s real—I want to prove to him he’s enough. But the knock comes again and I know our time is up.