Chapter 26
Keira
Caspian was grabbing her ass. The sheer miraculous insanity of it crashed over her, feeding into the gale of passion which had overtaken them.
Keira couldn’t help but explore his form, the contours of his arms, his shoulders, the definition of his spine.
He had always been strong, but now he was built like some knight of legend.
She missed his shaggy locks of hair, but she ran her fingers through the cropped cut, gripping where she could.
Her hand smoothed down to his jaw, trailing the strong line toward his lips which she teased with the tip of her tongue.
His hands smoothed up her back in response, pulling her in closer, hungrier, demanding for more.
Keira placed her hand on his cheek, her fingers grazing the raised skin of the scar she’d forgotten now marked his features.
As she felt along the length of it, Caspian went still, pulling away from their kiss.
His skin was flushed, breaths uneven as he studied her.
She saw the flicker of hesitation in his black eyes, of nervousness.
Holding his gaze, Keira stroked the scar with her thumb carefully.
He was completely still as she pressed a kiss against his cheek, and then another, following the mark down to his jaw and then to his neck.
A sigh escaped him as his hand combed through her loose fallen hair.
Keira’s tongue trailed up the cord of his neck and he sucked in a breath.
Her teeth pressed into his skin, and his grip on her hair tightened. “Keira,” he pleaded.
Satisfaction rolled through her as she released her bite and drew her tongue over the mark slowly.
His dark eyes were fixed singularly on her lips as he pulled her in for another kiss. Keira shook her head, a tiny gesture that stopped him at once.
As she backed away, his fingertips trailed down her arms, releasing her reluctantly.
He watched her, perplexed but waiting. She could see it in his eyes, how much he wanted this, yet if she said it was over now, he would find a way to stop.
He was already resigning himself, waiting for her to say they’d gone too far.
Keira’s lips curled.
She was just getting started.
Her fingers undid the first clasp of her coat, and his brows raised.
The second snapped, and his breath caught.
It was delicious, watching him want her.
It was enough to take her breath away. All at once, her coat was hanging open on her shoulders.
Keira’s eyes never left his as she let it fall limply to the floor, leaving her in nothing but the band which supported her breasts and her fitted leather pants.
. He was still looking at her as if perhaps she didn’t understand what she was doing, as if perhaps she had made some mistake.
A chill set over her exposed skin, but she could barely feel it over the heat raging beneath.
Caspian drew in a great breath as his eyes drank her in. A headiness came over them that made her toes curl in her boots.
Two steps was all it took before she was back in his arms. Caspian’s hands found her waist, spreading against her bare skin and pulling her into him hungrily.
There wasn’t a moment wasted before his lips were on hers.
He devoured her, and Keira met his urgent touch in kind.
It was as if each of them was trying to absorb enough of the other to fill the void of three years, the heartache and the loneliness.
Enough to erase them away, to make it seem as if they had never happened at all.
Caspian parted from her lips with a hot sigh.
His eyes moved over her body before fixing on her neck.
It was arched, exposed. He buried himself in it, lost in her hair as he bit.
Heat flushed through her, pooling between her legs as she felt the pressure of his teeth scoring her skin.
His fingers dug into her back as he continued to feast on her.
Keira gripped his hair, his arm, throwing her head back in magnificent pleasure.
Her magic popped the buttons of his quilted coat open one by one. His belt unhooked and fell unnoticed to the floor. Beneath was only his thin white shirt.
Caspian released her, a hot breath tickling her skin. He planted a gentle kiss on the spot that would most certainly be visible by morning. His kisses trailed lower, to her collarbone, to her chest. His hands smoothed over her, coming to feel the swell of her breasts.
The heat of his mouth- curse his tongue- it was dizzying. Her legs wobbled. Sensing the tremor, Caspian’s hand moved to her back, splayed wide to steady her. A delicious groan sounded in his chest as his hot tongue delved into sensitive skin between her breasts.
Her whole body shivered as the pleasure washed over her. The desire was overwhelming her, the need to touch him, to feel his skin warm against her own.
Keira pulled lightly on his hair, and he lifted, releasing her.
His eyes were heavy with lust as she pushed off his vest. He followed her motions, slowly, almost trancelike.
His outer layers fell to the ground as Keira pulled his shirt free and began to work it over his head.
With a single hand, he removed easily, revealing his bare chest.
The power there, the definition of his broad shoulders, his heaving chest. Keira devoured the sensation of him, her nails scoring down his bare arms, leaving red trails over his fair skin.
Caspian reached for her, pulling her back into him.
Keira drank it in, relishing in the slow, languid tastes before breaking away.
His eyes followed her as she kissed his chest, trailing down his body until she was kneeling before him.
“Say my name,” she pleaded. She wanted to hear him say it a thousand times in a thousand ways, but she would start with this, deliciously saturated in need.
“Keira,” he breathed her name, eyes clenching shut as his head fell back against the cavern wall.
That wouldn’t do. Keira raked her fingers down the inside of his thighs.
He looked down at her with a nearly crazed look in his wide eyes.
She was close enough to see exactly how excited he had become.
Keira leaned closer, eyes fixed on his. They grew wider as she parted her lips purposefully.
She sighed out a hot breath against his pants, and his cock twitched in response.
“Keira!” His voice cracked.
She straightened, catching his lips, pressing her weight into him. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, as if trying to keep some handle on his fraying control. He was ready, his breathing hot and shaking. He was on the edge. Keira’s hand trailed down his chest and lower.
Her fingers closed around his length. It was hard as steel, hot enough to burn through the fabric of his pants.
A half choked sigh came from his throat, releasing a shiver down her spine.
Keira pumped once, slowly.
He hissed. “Keira.” His voice was shallow, unhinged.
She moved her thumb purposefully over the head.
His hand darted from her shoulder and gripped her wrist.
She released him, taking the smallest step back.
“Keira- I can’t,” he said, trembling even as he held her away.
“What is it?” Keira studied his features. She didn’t understand. Had she done something wrong? Was he not ready to-
“I- I’m engaged.”