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“There’s nowhere you can run that I won’t follow, strawberry. Still, I needed to do this the right way. To make it abundantly clear that I am out of my mind in love with you. Nobody has ever been able to keep up with me the way you do. And sure as shit nobody has ever been able to put me in my place like you do either. There’s nothing I want more than for you to spend the rest of your life matching my kind of crazy. Will you marry me?”
I chuckled. That was exactly the kind of proposal I would expect from someone like Stray.
Codie vigorously nodded, struggling to speak. “Yes. Abso-fucking-lutely. Yes, I will marry you.”
Sliding the ring onto her finger, Stray rose and picked her up in his arms, spinning her around as they kissed. The entire party erupted into cheers and applause.
Wrapping her arms around my waist, Luna pressed her face to my chest. “Oh my God, they’re so cute. I’m so happy for them.”
After everyone had taken their turn congratulating Codie and Stray, I took Luna by the hand and led her to the basement stairs. Leaving the party behind, we closed ourselves in my bedroom. Time to make a new memory here.
The time had come for us to overcome the hurdle that had been holding us back. Especially me. After locking the door, I pulled Luna against me. Feeling her warmth. Sensing her desire.
Scooping her up in my arms, I carried her to the bed.
CHAPTER FORTY
LUNA
Casper’s kiss was filled with want. However, I also felt the tension that racked him. He was still afraid to be with me. I needed him to trust that I was okay. That all I needed and wanted was him in every way.
He had no problem invading my mouth, delving deep with his tongue. Pulling back to bite my bottom lip before lightly kissing the place he’d bit. As I lay on the bed, he hovered over me. Like he was afraid of touching me too much.
When he pulled back to study my reaction, I offered him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
I grabbed onto his shirt, trying to pull him closer. His resistance made me pause. Did he not really want to do this?
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “I want to do this, but we don’t have to if you’re not ready.”
Casper hesitated a moment. He pulled back to sign, “Trust me, I want to. I’m just getting in my head a little. You take control. Set the pace. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
He laid down on the bed beside me, flat on his back, hands folded beneath his head. If taking the lead was what he needed to feel comfortable, then so be it. I was all too happy to get whatI wanted. What I wanted more than anything was for Casper to trust himself with me.
Climbing on top of him, I straddled his hips. Our eyes locked. I ran my hands up his body from his stomach to his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him. My goal was to make him relax. To forget about everything that happened with Jace. He wanted to take this from us. I wouldn’t let him win.
Eager to feel Casper’s skin against mine, I grasped the bottom hem of his shirt and gave it a tug. He sat up enough for me to pull it off over his head before lying back down. I followed up by peeling off my own shirt.
Casper’s gaze crept over me, lingering on the cleavage revealed by my bra. I dragged my hands down his chest, outlining every line and curve of his abs. As my fingernails dug into his skin, he sucked in a sharp breath.
“I want you, Casper,” I murmured softly. “Only you. I’m yours.”
Watching me intently, he nodded. I pressed my lips to his chest. Kissing, licking, and sucking at his warm flesh as I made my way lower. My fingers curled in the smattering of hair that disappeared into his jeans. Leading me right to what I wanted most.
I understood that he wanted me to feel empowered. Like total control was firmly in my grasp. After what he’d seen I didn’t blame him for feeling that way. I wouldn’t pretend that I didn’t still think about what Jace had done to me. That it didn’t still occasionally wake me up at night in a cold sweat.
But I wasn’t afraid of Casper. I knew that he would never hurt me that way. With him I felt comfortable losing control. Having him dominate every moment. I needed him to see that’s what I wanted. To accept that it was safe for him to fuck me like the maniac he could sometimes be.
As I undid his pants and pulled them down, I sank my teeth into his belly. His barely there groan was all the encouragement I needed. He lifted up to help me rid him of his pants and boxers. His long, thick cock rested against his abdomen, drawing my attention to the scar left behind from the surgery he had.
Lightly I ran a finger over it, taking a moment to be incredibly grateful. He’d survived. We both had. Rather than seeing it as a horrible reminder of what happened, I chose to see it as a symbol of everything we’d endured and overcome.
Casper watched as I slid my hand around his cock. Gliding it along his smooth shaft. Tracing the veins with my thumb. I took my time with teasing touches, making him crave more. Once his breath came faster, I leaned in to flick my tongue over the head. Dragging it down his shaft and back up again.
When I finally sucked him into my mouth, he let out the breath he’d been holding. His hand was in my hair then, tightly grasping a fistful. At first he merely held my hair while I sucked him deep. Gradually bobbing faster. Continuing to tease him, I alternated between deep throating him and barely there flicks of my tongue. I wanted to drive him crazy. I wanted to break down his walls and unleash the wild side I knew dwelled within him.
Finally, Casper couldn’t take it anymore. Holding my head with both hands, he thrust up into my mouth and down my throat. Drool slipped from the corner of my lips as he swiftly fucked my mouth. I waited until his pace grew frantic, his breathing rapid. That’s when I pulled away, shoving his hand aside as I sat up.
“You don’t get to come yet.” I wagged a finger at him. “Not until you’re buried inside me.”
