Page 78 of King of My Heart

I inhaled deeply, savoring her intoxicating scent before running my tongue along her slit. She gasped, arching into me as I explored her folds.

I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing her before sucking the sensitive bud between my lips. Darwynn moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. I caressed her thighs with my hands, then ran two fingers between them, sliding them through her folds. She moaned when I slid two fingers inside her, circling them as I pumped in and out.

“Caspian,” she panted. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

I would stay right here, with my mouth on her pussy, if I could.

I increased my pace, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit as my fingers stroked the right spot. Darwynn’s thighs began to tremble. I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers as her climax built.

With a cry of ecstasy, she came undone. I drank up her release, drawing out every tremor of pleasure. She tasted like heaven.

When her shudders lessened, I kissed my way up her body, lingering at her breasts. “I love these tits,” I murmured, squeezing them both hard as I sucked the other nipple into my mouth.

She bit her lower lip as she watched me, enjoying every moment of me pleasing her.

“You like when I do this, don’t you? Suck on these pretty nipples. Makes you wet all over again, hm?”

“Yes,” she breathed, arching her back to press her tit more against my mouth.

I pulled it in again, sucking hard enough to make her cry out in pain, then I moved further up to take her mouth. She kissed me passionately, tasting herself on my lips.

“I need you inside me,” she breathed.

I had my tip already at her entrance, and with one swift move, I thrust into her. We both groaned at the sensation of her wrapped around me, and I began to move immediately, setting a steady rhythm. Darwynn wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

Our bodies moved as one, the room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking. I could feel my own release approaching as Darwynn tightened around me.

I had been thinking about this the whole damn day, and while I loved filming, I loved fucking her more.

With a few final thrusts, we tumbled over the edge together, crying out in shared bliss.

“Sorry,” I said, burying my face in the crook of her neck and kissing her warm skin. “I promise we’ll do it all over again, but I needed to get that out of me. Fuck, I’ve been wanting to fuck that tight pussy all damn day.”

She laughed softly, running her hands through my hair. “It’s okay. We can do it again. And again. All night long.”

Yeah, that sounded amazing.

I lifted my head to look at her, watching her intently and admiring her beauty. Her gaze was soft, and she caressed the side of my face, her touch gentle.

“I really meant it earlier, you know?” she said quietly, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead. “About being proud of you.”

I smiled at her, enjoying her touch. “You know I wouldn’t have gotten here without you.”

She smiled back, a soft, knowing expression on her face. “But you did,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You got here because you had the strength to push through, to try again. To find your way back to what you loved. I just helped you see it.”

I leaned into her touch, the sensation of her fingers brushing against my skin, grounding me in this moment.

“I don’t know if I believe that,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Darwynn. You were the one who made me see that the world didn’t end when I walked away from my career. You reminded me that there’s more to life than what I left behind.”

She pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“You make it sound like I saved you,” she said softly, her voice a mixture of amusement and affection. “But I don’t think you needed saving. You just needed someone who believed in you when you couldn’t see it yourself.”

I chuckled. “I don’t know Darwynn. I think I needed more than belief. I needed you.”

She let out a quiet laugh, her fingers tracing my beard. “Well, I’m glad you had me then.”

I kissed her again, the taste of her lips as familiar as my own breath. There was something in that kiss. A promise. A reassurance. That we were in this together, no matter where the story went.

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