He gently laid me over the desk. I realized that I was lying on his jacket.
“The marble gets cold,” he explained, hovering over me. I didn’t care how he knew that or if he had f.ucked someone else here. Right now, there was only us two.
I reached for his pants, and he stilled, closing his eyes.
“Not yet. I don’t want you to regret doing anything,” He looked pained to say that, but his jaw was set.
I couldn’t believe that there was anything that I would regret doing with this man, but I knew my brain was consumed with l.ust.
“Let me touch you.” He kissed my forehead. “Let me show you how much I worship you,” He kissed my mouth, and I forgot how to breathe.
“I want to make you feel good if you'll let me." There was a plea in his voice I couldn't ignore, that I didn't want to ignore.
I had never felt anything like this before. My whole body felt taut and electric, waiting for his touch. I knew I wanted him, but to feel this sort of need and craving that went far deeper than the mate bond, that was new.
He trailed a finger across my lips as he bent down to kiss my neck, his warm breath fanning over me. I gasped when he lingered over my now bare marking spot that used to hold Nolan’s mark. My blood sang, and Iris howled in my mind, not so silently begging him to do it.
Calm down- I begged her; she was distracting me.
I want this; we want this.
Maybe. But not right now, not yet.
She whimpered but thankfully shut up.
Caspien’s breath became ragged as he moved lower. I knew his wolf was probably hounding him with the same request.
His large hands palmed my breasts over my shirt, and I leaned into it, craving his touch.
“Caspien,” I sighed and he let out a low growl that made warmth pool to my core.
He wasted no time unbuttoning my jeans, and I had half a mind to wish that I was wearing cuter underwear, but this is the last thing I expected to do today when I got dressed.
“Willa.” He looked up at me, a question in his eyes.
“Yes.” I nodded, “Please.” The word came out breathlessly.
My pants came off in a moment, and his eyes turned black as he lowered his face closer to my center.
“You smell divine,” he growled. Something that would have made me cringe if anyone else had uttered it made me completely melt when it came from him.
His calloused yet soft palms slid up my legs as he unhooked the fabric that separated us, pulling it down and off my legs. My heart started to beat faster with anticipation. He pushed my thighs back on the desk so I was completely open for him. I didn’t feel any nerves or anything but desire. I wanted him to see me, everything about me, both physical and emotional.
He released his grip on my thighs and ran them up by thighs, his thumbs brushed near my center as he passed, and I sucked in a breath. I leaned my head back as a trail of sparks followed where his hands explored my stomach and reached up under my shirt.
He cupped my bra and ran circles over it lazily with his thumbs. My breathing became labored as he encircled my back, freeing my b.reasts from their confinement.
He pushed away the fabric of my bra, his thumbs drew lazy circles around my already h.ardened n.ipples until he brushed a finger over them, making me hiss from the contact I desperately wanted. Jolts of p.leaure shot to where his thumbs moved and to my core in anticipation of what his fingers would do elsewhere.
He shifted his body up, studying me, as p.leasure built from his touch. “Beautiful,” he breathed, undiluted adoration filled his eyes.
I swallowed. He leaned over me and his mouth replaced one of his hands. I jerked my back off the desk, pushing myself further into his warm mouth as he sucked at and then swirled his tongue around one of my n.ipples.
I could feel myself winding up already, just from this.
“Caspien,” I gasped, and he stilled at my words before hungrily devouring my other breast.
The amount of attention he gave to me was addictive. It wasn’t a chore; it wasn’t because I wanted it, but because he needed to touch me to taste me, and I had never been so turned on by anything.
I m.oned as he continued to suck at me until he moved his mouth to trail kisses down my stomach. His hands were still taking turns between rolling my n.ipples between his fingers and kneading my b.reasts.
“Perfection,” he growled when he was settled back between my legs. I instinctively opened up wider for him. I wanted to feel him growl while his lips were on me.
“Willa.” It was a prayer and a question.
“Please.”
The way he asked for permission set off an emotion I couldn't quite pin. Even though we were mates, he didn’t see me as his possession because the Moon Goddess fated us for each other.
Nolan never asked, even the first time. Not that I would have said no, but this was so incredibly different. So polar opposite to what I had come to expect from anyone, what I ever knew.
His hands moved to my thighs, spreading myself even wider, and I laid back, every cell in my body focused on my core and where he was about to taste me.
He sniffed deeply, I felt the bridge of his nose run along my entrance, and at that alone, I fought to keep control. The only thing holding me from wrapping my legs around his face and f.orcing him into me was his strong hands pinning down my thighs.
His tongue replaced his nose as he l.icked me up and down slowly. The initial c.ontact was pure pleasure, fireworks taking physical form.
I couldn't remember ever wanting anything this bad, ever needing anything this bad.
He took his time exploring me, memorizing me. “Willa,” he growled into me.
His growl sent waves of p.leasure ripping through me before settling back in my c.ore.
“You will be my undoing.” He closed his mouth over my c.lit, and I squirmed beneath him, crying out in p.leasure as he gently s.ucked and l.icked it.
“I was lying just then.” His low, gravely, voice was reverent. “You already are my undoing.”
With those words, he plunged his t.ongue deep into me, and I jerked at the sudden warm impact. I tried to grab for anything, but there was nothing on the desk, nothing to grab besides his jacket beneath me.
“Stay still, Willa. Let me taste you,” he commanded. As much as I tried, I couldn’t successfully lay there as he explored every part of my center. His warm t.ongue dipped in and out of my hungrily.
One of his hands trailed from my thigh and rubbed the length of my entrance as he licked my sensitive bundle of nerves. He i.nserted a finger slowly, opening me up before finding my most s.ensitive spot.
“Caspien,” I cried out as he flicked his finger inside me.
One of my hands tangled in his soft hair. F.uck, his hair felt softer than I remembered, his t.ongue felt better than I could have imagined.
I felt myself wind up tighter and tighter as his tongue and fingers worked me in ways I didn’t know I needed.
His other hand that was still pinning me down, moved up to my b.reast, and he gently squeezed my n.ipple. His tongue, fingers, and hand worked in tandem and it was my complete and utter undoing, .
Waves of pure p.leasure washed through me and I gave myself to it, not like I had a choice. My body clenched and shook and I lost sense of myself and anything that wasn’t his touch and tongue on me, bringing me to the brink of nothingness.
I forgot everything but him and his name.
He kept going, slowing down, working me from the intense high that was that o.rgasm. He licked me one last time after removing his finger from me. His hands rested gently on my thighs.
I don’t know how long it took for my breathing to steady for me to remember where I was.
Caspien didn’t say anything as I found myself again, propping myself up on my elbows. His icy gaze met mine, his midnight hair disheveled from where my hand ran through it.
I don’t think I have ever seen anything so attractive—a dark angel.
“Well, if that's what I have to look forward to if I become Luna, then you’re making it very hard to turn down,” I tried to joke, my voice sounded raw.
His gaze was hard and serious, and it pinned me to the spot.
“F.uck the titles, Willa,” He made sure I was looking at him. His hungry gaze resting on my exposed body made me heat up all over again.
“Luna or not, you are the only person I will ever get on my knees for.”