Chapter 20
I walk back to our cabin and head towards my room, passing by Caspian’s. His door is wide open and naturally curiosity sinks in. I know absolutely nothing about him, maybe a glimpse into his room can give me something. I just peek in to make sure he's not in there and see a completely vacant room. His bed is made, floors are clean without even a lost sock or a pair of boots sitting on it. If I didn’t already know this is where he is staying, I wouldn’t think anyone had stepped into this room in years. I look behind me just to check that the front door is closed and that there’s no trace of a person around before stepping into his room.
There has to be something in here, right? I check the dresser and his clothing is folded neatly and color coded. There is no way this dresser belongs to a man. I think abruptly. I continue over to the side table and pull it open. Sitting all by itself is a folded paper. I grab it out, now more curious than before, and start to unfold it. The paper is thick, once it's completely unfolded I see it wasn’t just a piece of paper, it's a photo. I immediately notice that it’s a painted photo of me next to another kid. We don’t have cameras in The New World, but paintings stayed a relevant form of art. This had to have been from at least ten years ago. I looked closer at the boy standing beside me, his blonde hair was short and wavy. I look at his face and realize it's Caspian, the only person I’ve ever known to have those bright green eyes.
I stare at this photo trying to remember when this moment could have possibly taken place. I’ve met Caspian before? How could I have not remembered this? I study the photo trying to find something in it that would help this memory appear.
“What the hell are you doing, Abigail?” Caspian snaps out. I feel my heart catapult immediately out of my chest. I look over at Caspian, my face as startled as my nerves.
“I-I, I didn’t hear you come in.” I finally got out. He rushes over to me and grabs the photo out of my hands.
“This is not yours. Not your room, Not your stuff to be browsing.” He declares. He looks pissed, not that I can blame him but that is me in the photo after all.
“You wanna tell me about this photo..Starting with why you have a photo of you and I?” I behest. I understand he's frustrated. I shouldn’t be going through his stuff, but when the only personal item he has is a painted photo of the two of us sitting in his drawer, that deserves an explanation.
“Abigail-I.” He says in a soft tone. His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink but his ears a full shade of red. I just stare at him while firmly holding my ground.
“You still don’t remember me, do you?” He asks as he starts walking in my direction. I keep pacing through my thoughts, trying everything to remember this moment but I can't. He finally stops, his body inches of mine. I look at his shirt and notice the chest hair showing through the opening of his partially unbuttoned shirt. I take a big gulp.
God, I can't think with him being so close to me.
I look up at his face and see his expression soften. A sense of desire in his eyes as he grabs pieces of my hair wrapping his fingers around the natural waves in each thread.
“Abigail, we met as teenagers on Parteis Island in the market. I was on the verge of starving to death, it had been days since I had eaten anything and it was a week after the last of my family had passed away. I was alone without means to survive and I went to the market begging for someone to let me work in exchange for food. I had convinced myself that if I didn’t get a job or find a way to eat that I was going to give up. I was going to kill myself that night, Abigail. I couldn’t put myself through another day of starvation, of my insides begging for something, anything. Starvation is a painful and slow death and I had decided if I was to go out in this life, it surely wasn’t going to be like that.” He pauses for a moment to allow what he has said so far sink in. My heart is breaking at his words, that he was so innocent and alone.
“Caspian-I.” I want to say I am sorry. I’ve been in troubling scenarios but never one where I thought suicide would be an easier way. I can't help but to continue looking at him, at the pain he shows all over his body, all over his face. He stops me before I can finish my sentence.
“I know, love. I don’t want you to see this as a sad memory though. I was sitting on the corner of the alley closest to one of the fresh fruit vendors, trying to motivate myself to at least finish off the day, when I see you. You had a light radiating off of you and a smile so big that even the dying would smile back. You stopped to get yourself an apple from the vendor and saw me sitting there. Next thing I know you are walking up to me to see if I was okay while holding a bag full of fruit and bread.
You saved my life that day, Abigail. You may not remember it, but it's something I will never forget. I decided from that moment, I would make my life one worth living. You were my real life angel and I recognized you so quickly when I saw you a couple days ago.” He smirks, “You really have a flame inside of you.”
I just stare at him. I don’t know what to say, I feel awful that I don’t remember this moment that has completely impacted his life. It’s something I would do often when visiting Parteis Island. I never wanted to see someone suffering and when a kid was, even if they were my age or a little older, I always helped. Caspian’s fingers continue in the front strands of my hair and he holds a slight smile on his face.
“I love how your hair naturally waves. It’s like the gods designed you from the ocean itself. Recreating you in its image, beauty, serene, but dangerously underestimated” He says in a hushed tone, now looking directly into my eyes. I look back at him, my heart is drumming a loud song and I wonder, Can he hear my heart and how it's beating for him? Caspian leans in closer, passion blazing inside his eyes. His lips just partially open, just waiting. I am so consumed in every inch of yearning I have for him. My body slowly gravitates closer to him. I can't fight this feeling anymore, this urge. I fold to the craving I have continued to ignore for days and meet his lips with mine.
He wraps his arms completely around me, holding me so close that I can feel his heartbeat. It now matches how quickly mine was pounding. Each kiss withholding my breath but I can't stop. I am enchanted by every second and I am burning for more.
Chills follow his breath as his lips, that are just grazing my skin, move down from the top of my neck to my shoulder where he gives a quick and painless nip. A soft moan escapes my mouth and my entire body vibrates as if he was strumming the strings on a guitar. He noticed immediately as his lips widened in a slight satisfied grin. He pulls away and walks around to where he can see me. His green eyes, the ones I had once hated, are completely hypnotizing. I cannot get enough of them, of every touch. His gaze meets mine as he whispers,
“Abigail, I have traveled so much of this ocean in search of you. I would flood the remaining lands with the deadliest parts of the sea to find you and bring you back to me. I am completely and madly in love, I have been since the moment I first laid eyes on you. Without you, I would drown in my own desire to have you around. Now that I have you, Abigail, I will never let you go. I am forever at your side and will stay here until this world completely crumbles in on itself.”
His hand brushes against my cheek and I want him more now than before. I push my lips onto his as he then lifts me up, my legs wrap around him and my arms around his neck. His kisses are strong, stealing my breath. Almost like he needs my lips on his to survive. He pushes me up onto the wall, still holding me up with his right arm, as his left grabs my hands and pins them above my head. My heart is racing and breath is hard to come by but I go right in for another kiss. I’m so intoxicated by each movement he makes, each touch. He then carries me over to his bed and gently sets me down. I reach my arms up to his shirt and pull it off of him.
His scar stumps me. The cut runs under his chest and I’m immediately exasperated. The fact that someone hurt him now makes me so angry that I want to make them pay. I gently trace the scar with my fingers and see the pain in his eyes. This scar still hurts him, even now after it’s healed. I want to get his mind away from that pain, all of his torment from the past, so I slowly glide my fingers down his torso over his very defined abs, to his pants all while my eyes remain focused on his. My insides burn with the passion I feel for this man. He has completely awakened something inside of me as a fire lights up my heart.
“Caspian, I want you!” I demand. I spread my legs, grab onto his body and pull his waist in between them. He leans in close, eyes staring at my mouth, and then back up to my eyes as he growls,
“Abigail, I need you!”
He drops down in between my legs with that devilish smile. He grabs my legs and breathes lightly from my ankle slowly moving up to my knee. Pausing every couple of inches to press his lips up against my skin. Once he gets just above my knee, he licks a trail of his saliva all the way up to the top of my thigh. His fingers move to my vagina as he spreads me open and slowly inserts two inside me.
A Tingle strikes like lightning up my body. I moan as I am completely consumed by his touch. His movement slowly speeds up and I am overcome by pleasure. My head falls back and I moan. Suddenly his tongue slides around my clit and my thighs clench. I know he felt it because he continues to glide his tongue, each slide with purpose. His fingers moving in a perfect motion in and out of me. The sensation of Caspian has every inch of me tingling. Every moment of frustration built up from the last couple of days, of the last couple of years is erased from my mind and I am yearning for more.
“Caspian, please.” I beg for the rest of him. Caspian lifts his head with his infamous smirk, pulls down his pants and slides his penis inside. His strokes inside me move like the ocean while each wave slams into the ship's sides.
Oh my god! I shout internally. He continues on and my legs start to shake.
“Caspian” I gasp.
He continues this Rhythm as he demands, “Abigail, cum for me!” His thrust is now deeper and hits the same spot causing my head to fall back and my eyes to roll. My orgasm lifts my body, my toes curl inwards, and my legs fold in. I engrave my nails into his back as I moan through the vibrations. Caspian folds on top of me as he matches my pleasure.