Page 92 of Crossbones
His touch burns as it moves over the tentacle bruise but I sink into it, hearing his breath catch as I brush over his own injuries. I feel alive under his hands. Our kiss grows urgent, consuming—my hand grips his hip, slides to his ass and I yank him hard into me. Our cocks rub together and I grind against him, seeking more. He slings one leg over my hip and moves with me. His hand twists in my hair, holding my mouth to his like this kiss is the only thing keeping him grounded.
I’m impossibly hard, and every brush of the soft skin of his hard cock against mine is a duality I don’t ever want to forget.
Caspian breaks the kiss only long enough to grab lube out of the drawer near the bed. He slicks his hand up and wraps his fingers around both of us. His pants caress my face as he watches me. I groan as his hand moves up and down, for once sensual—a slight teasing edge to it as the energy settles into something expansive. I glance down, wanting to see us together. The sight pulls a gruff hum from my lips. His thumb passes over both of our heads.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“We look good together, don’t we, baby?” Caspian smirks, his voice rough.
He continues to stroke us, breathing in every one of my gasps and shuddered exhales until I can’t take it anymore.
He positions me at his entrance and helps me ease in. Feeling his fingers entering him with my cock makes his eyes flicker half-closed in pleasure. My breathing picks up, matching his and we hover in that moment—on the cusp of losing control, but cradled in trust. His ass grips me tightly—I groan against his lips as he sharply inhales. I see the flash of pain at the initial stretching and then his hand is gripping my hip, slowly sinking himself further onto my cock.
He makes a sound half-moan, half-curse as we join agonizingly slowly, but his eyes never leave mine. My hand slides across his jaw, caught up in the ocean of his eyes, a smoldering dark blue flashing with glimpses of the fire from the lanterns. I’m utterly transfixed. I twist my fingers into his hair and pull him to me, kissing him with a fervor he returns. I move my hips, drawing back, pushing in further than before. Our tongues tangle, I drink in every gasp.
What is happening to me?Why do I want to sink into his soul—dig my claws in and stake my claim so everyone knows he’s mine.
The intensity of emotion speeds up my movements, but the energy between us expands until I want to explode with it. I grab his leg over my hip and draw it up at the same time I move fully over him, shoving inside him hard as I do. He inhales sharply, followed by a moan I drink in as our lips brush. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites down. Pain flairs, blood bursts across my tongue—I groan at the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain before he kisses it all away.
The pace intensifies. The sound of our breathless pants, groans and hips slamming together fill the air around us. Fire blazes through me as he grips me tightly in all ways. His arms drag me against him, clutching me as I pound into him. His ass pulls me in, tightening to a degree that makes me nearly delirious with pleasure.
I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his scent—sharp, intoxicating and so completely male—it drives any lingering doubts about what this is out of my mind. This is what I want—he is mine—not because he’s a man—because he’sCaspian.
My hand finds his neck as my lips drag across his jaw and our eyes clash. I slowly take his air away—watching his surrender. His hooded blue depths are overtaken by black as we fall together towards oblivion. This is different from before, I want to sink deeper; I want to drown in this thing between us.
I loosen my grip and let him breathe just as my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I’m so wrapped up in this space with him that it wasn’t about racing to the finish, but dropping into that cosmic joining.
As I drive into him through the waves of intensity, I can see every time I hit that spot inside him and before I finish, he follows me over the edge. His cock erupts between us, come coats his abs—he came without me even touching his cock. Our combined pleasure goes on forever—or maybe only a minute—time means nothing as we disappear into oblivion together.
I collapse on top, my lips against Caspian’s neck and his strong arms clutching me to him. I soften inside him, sadness washing over me at the loss as I slip out. With a groan, I move off of him onto my stomach, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. I don’t think I can move. I don’t think I want to.
After a few minutes, I feel his finger trace a scar on my back. It sends a shiver through my body. He reaches the end of that one and finds another, tracing them as though I’m a map he’s desperate to memorize.
“‘…trace the scars without asking for their stories…’” I murmur.
I hear the breath of a laugh as he continues, methodically, like he’s bent ontouching every single one.
“What if I want to know?” Caspian whispers. “What if tracing them in silence isn’t enough anymore?”
I don’t know what to say to that. I open my eyes to see him propped on an elbow, eyes lost in the past etched into my skin. A reminder of stories best left behind.
“They’re all dead,” I say. “That’s where they need to stay.”
His face grows hard and he sighs, dropping his hand back to the bed. “Not all of them.”
“You didn’t do this to me, Caspian.” I reach out and tangle my fingers with his.
“Sometimes it feels like I did,” he pauses and glances at me slyly. “And I thought it didn’t matter? I thought you wanted every De’Vero dead?”
That brings a small smile to my lips and I watch his attention focus on it, like a man parched for water in the middle of the sea—I know he collects my smiles—maybe I should give them to him more freely.
“Not every De’Vero.” I run my thumb over the back of his hand. “There’s one that’s not so bad.”
He chuckles. “Not so bad?” He echoes and looks back up at my eyes with a smirk.
“You built a city,” I insist. “You’re the reason my sister is alive. You’re not like your father—”
There’s a knock on the door.
