Page 77 of King of My Heart

I sat off to the side, notebook in hand, occasionally writing down observations or ideas for him. I wasn’t exactly “on the team,” but Caspian made me feel like I was. He was always glancing my way, seeking my approval, offering me quick smiles between scenes. And those smiles—God, they did something to me every time. They were full of warmth and quiet confidence I’d never seen in him before.

The crew worked tirelessly, moving quickly between takes and adjusting lights and cameras. It was all happening so fast, but it was so full of life. There was an energy here that I could feel in my bones, and it wasn’t just from the cast and crew—it was mostly from Caspian.

I’d never seen him like this, so fully present, so full of purpose. His movements were deliberate, his voice steady and authoritative as he gave direction. And I knew, deep down, that he was finally doing something that mattered. Something he had longed to do again, even if he hadn’t realized it until recently.

The scene they were filming was intense, full of raw emotion. I felt my chest tighten as I watched Caspian coach the actor, pulling something out of him that wasn’t scripted. It was as if the actor had become a vessel for Caspian’s own pain. It wasn’t just a performance, it was real.

The break between scenes came, and I sighed in relief as I got up from the chair, setting my notebook on it. I stretched, glancing out at the sun setting in the distance. The light was beginning to face the golden hour spilling over the hills. It was one of those rare moments when everything seemed to slow down—even on a busy set like this.

I smiled at him as he approached me, and he nodded to the notebook on the chair. “Got some new observations?”

I nodded, pursing my lips. I couldn’t touch him out here. Not with everybody watching. To all of them, I was Caspian’s assistant.

Which…I was. But they didn’t know about our relationship. Only Julian knew, and he had taken it fairly well when we told him last Christmas. And even though we trusted these people working with us on the movie, we wanted to keep our relationship to ourselves. It wasn’t what the world should focus on once Exile was out.

I wanted Caspian to have his moment. To show everyone that he wasn’t the bad guy everyone thought he was.

“I got a few things. You’re great out there. As always,” I told him. “I’m so proud of you.”

He smiled, pushing his hands into his pockets. I knew he wanted to touch me. To kiss me. But he couldn’t. It was hard for both of us.

“Thank you, Darwynn. You know that means a lot to me. And you know how glad I am to have you here with me.”

I nodded, assuring him that I knew what my presence meant to him.

He took me in carefully, and an emotion—no, aneed—I knew all too well flashed in his eyes.

“Fuck,” he murmured.”

“What is it?”

“We have one more scene before we’re done for the day, but I can’t stop thinking about burying my face between your thighs and tasting your sweet pussy.”

My eyes widened, and I looked around to make sure nobody could hear us. Luckily, nobody was close enough to hear him say those naughty words.

“I, uh…” I laughed nervously.

It was incredible how exciting our relationship was, even after so many months.

“Do me a favor?” he asked, taking a step closer and leaning in. “Go back to our hotel room. Undress and get on the bed. Wait for me there. Legs wide open.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, my pussy reacting instantly. “Okay,” I breathed.

“Yeah?” He smiled and moved away again. “I won’t be long.”

It was a promise he would keep, and so I rushed back to the nearby hotel we all stayed in for the weeks of filming.

CASPIAN

She was there on the bed, naked and with her legs spread wide open.

Her pussy was glistening, and I could smell her arousal from here.

Her tits rose and fell with each breath, nipples already hardened to rosy peaks. She was a damn dream. So fucking perfect.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmured, quickly shedding my clothes.

I took her in for another while before crawling onto the bed, running my hands down the insides of her thighs. She took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on me at all times. I trailed kisses up her thighs, getting closer to her center.

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