Page 39 of Exile

I placed my hands on his hard chest and leaned more into him, tilting my head back further so he could deepen the kiss even more, and I swirled my tongue around his, tasting every inch of his mouth.

A moan escaped me as he wrapped his fingers around my throat, squeezing gently while his other hand cupped the back of my head. I loved how much control he had over me and how he showed me exactly what he wanted without speaking. Although, I loved his dirty words and how they made my body tingle most blissfully.

He pressed two smaller kisses to my lips before moving away slightly, and I looked into his eyes with a smile, admiring him and how he made me feel.

God, he treated me so well, and while I had no clue what this thing between us would become, I started to become hopeful that it could be something that would last.

“Are you still sure about this?” he asked, his eyes searching mine. “If you have doubts, we better stop this now.”

“Do you have doubts?” I countered.

He let out a heavy laugh. “As twisted as this is…no, I don’t.”

“Me neither.” I smiled at him and lifted my right hand to touch the side of his neck. My fingertips brushed over his beard. “I want this.”

“Do I have to go easy on you?” His question came as a surprise.

“I…”

Yes? No?

Shit… “I don’t know.”

One of his eyes twitched, and the grip on my throat eased. “You’re not a virgin.”

It wasn’t a question. More of a hopeful statement.

“No, I’m not.”

“Good. Then I only need to know if I have to go easy on you. Because, baby, I’m not about to hurt you by being too rough.”

Oh…

I swallowed hard and smiled again. “You can be rough with me.”

“Hm.” He grunted, then took a step back to glance down my body before he muttered, “Thank fuck.”

I held my breath as he reached for my pants and unbuttoned it, pulling down the zipper and then hooking his fingers into the waistband. I let him take off my jeans, and once they hit the floor, I stepped out of them. He was down on one knee, and he looked up at me as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties this time.

I sucked in a deep breath once they were off. His fingers trailed up the sides of my legs, and his eyes took in my pussy. I was exposed to him like he was to me earlier in the car. But unlike him, I didn’t feel as confident as he did.

I hadn’t shaved, and I couldn’t tell by the look on his face if he liked that or not. Not that I would shave just to please a man…ah, who was I kidding? For Caspian, I would.

“Beautiful,” he said quietly, moving me closer by grabbing the back of my thighs. I stepped toward him until I felt his breath on my skin, and I steadied myself on his shoulders, knowing exactly what was happening next.

He glanced up one last time before he leaned forward and put his mouth on my pussy. His lips moved like it would when he kissed me, and his tongue flicked against my clit skillfully.

I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulders, crying out when he moved two fingers through my slit, teasing my entrance. He made me feel incredible, and as much as I wanted him to make me come, I feared that it would be too much for me to handle.

My knees were weak all of a sudden, and they threatened to give in.

“Caz,” I breathed, my legs shaking. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Focus. Hold on to me. Let me play with this pussy and make you come.”

Okay.

Yes.

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