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She dipped easily into her wetness, playing first with her clitoris before slipping her fingers deep inside. Tem concentrated on how it felt, focusing on the slick sensation, imagining Caspen was doing it instead. It was hard to believe she’d spent so many years doing this alone in her bedroom, and now she was doing it in the chambers she shared with her husband. Tem had spent so many nights in this bed, all of them with Caspen inside her. She thought about those nights, the way they’d moved seamlessly, crashing into orgasm again and again, together. Not a day had passed under the mountain when they hadn’t had sex, and Tem hated that the days were passing in the opposite way now. She needed Caspen like she needed air. She needed his body and his cock and his hands all over her. Nothing she did to herself would ever compare.
Deeper, Tem.
Tem went deeper. He was almost back; she could feel his presence growing in her mind as he got closer and closer. Just when Tem couldn’t bear it any longer, Caspen walked in.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. His shoulders were dappled with rain, dripping down his torso and tracing the ridges of his abdomen. Tem wished she could lick it off him. Just the sight of him was enough to bring her to the brink. His eyes were solid black, any trace of gold completely gone. If the circumstances were different, he would fuck her-he would fill her. But not this time. This time he crossed to the bed, grabbed his cock, and began to stroke.
It felt like their first time in the cave together-when Caspen had touched himself to the sight of her and Tem had done the same. So much had happened since then. Tem had grown immeasurably, and so had Caspen. They were married now, and they were bound together by blood. Now, when Tem looked up at the man she loved, she saw everything she’d had a thousand times before and she only wanted it more. Caspen was a king, and Tem his eager subject. It was an honor to witness such majesty.
Look at you, doing as you are told.
Tem bit her lip. She would do anything for him.
So good. So beautiful.
She would be beautiful for him.
Both hands, Tem.
Tem used both hands, opening herself for Caspen, making sure he saw everything he deserved to touch. She wished dearly that this could end in sex. But if this was the only way she could have him, they would have to make it worth it.
Deeper.
She went even deeper.
Caspen’s cock was hard in his hand, unyielding in its rigidity. Tem would never get used to making him this way. It was a privilege and an honor she couldn’t comprehend, and she only hoped she was worthy of it.
Faster, Tem.
Tem went faster.
Again. Just like that.
She was desperate now. Desperate for him.
Again.
His commands were militant. Ruthless. But Tem didn’t care. She wanted it this way, wanted Caspen to feel in control. She wanted to give him this, since she was unable to give him anything else. It was her pleasure to obey.
Do not come until I tell you to.
Now that would be difficult. Tem wasn’t used to timing her climax and certainly not when she wanted it so badly. She immediately held her breath, somehow hoping that might help her resist. But nothing could stop the wave that built insistently in her core, pushing her toward inevitability.
Please, Caspen.
Not yet.
Please.
No. Behave.
Tem writhed on the bed. It was agony to deny herself this. But she wanted to do as
Caspen said; she wanted to behave. Before Tem could release her breath, Caspen was upon her. His knees pushed the mattress down on either side of her. He leaned down, positioning his face right above hers so they were looking each other dead in the eye as he growled. Tem heard the hunger in that growl, felt his lust for her in her very bones. She kept her eyes wide open as he straightened, shifting forward and holding his cock by its base.
Open your mouth.
Tem did so, like she had so many times before.
One stroke. That was all it took for Caspen’s cum to pour onto her waiting tongue, slipping down the back of her throat. Tem swallowed, but Caspen wasn’t done. He leaned back, flicking his cock across her neck and letting the rest of his release splatter onto her skin.
Now.
Sweet relief coursed through Tem. It took just one caress of her clitoris to take her straight into orgasm. She rode the wave gratefully, savoring the pure ecstasy that accompanied release. Caspen watched her proudly, his body still towering above hers. Tem knew he needed this, needed to see her submit. And she was happy to do so.
It was horrible not being able to touch him, and she knew it was even worse for him to resist her. But this was all they could do for now-all Tem could give him was a show. And that’s what she did, sliding her hand once more between her legs. The other she raised to her mouth, licking her own wetness from her fingers. Caspen stroked his cock as she did it, making himself immediately hard again. It took everything in Tem not to sit up and take him into her mouth. Instead, she said, I wish I could taste you.
And I you.
I want you all the way down my throat.
His hand moved faster.
So did hers.
I want that too.
When you win the tournament, what’s the first thing you’re going to do to me?
Caspen’s mouth twitched.
Touch you.
And then?
Fuck you.
Tem’s smile matched his. She couldn’t wait. It was unbearable like this-just like their first time in the cave together, when Caspen told her he wouldn’t touch her. That had been a choice; this was forced upon them by Rowe. It felt like wild rebellion to be with each other anyway-in whatever form that took-to refuse to let Rowe win. He could contest their marriage, but he would never contest their love for each other. That was theirs alone.
Her neck was still covered in his cum. Tem took what she could onto her fingers, raising them to her lips. Caspen watched her with complete concentration, pumping his cock through his fist, looking at nothing but her naked body beneath him. Tem knew he was imagining all the things he wanted to do to her. She wished dearly that he would do them.
This time Caspen came all over her breasts. Tem ran her hands through it, spreading it over her skin and rubbing it sensually around her nipples. Then she took herself there, using his essence and joining it with hers.
“My love,” Caspen whispered as she came.
They fell asleep facing each other, their bodies an inch apart.
When she woke the next morning, Tem watched him as he slept. She would never get used to falling asleep without touching him and waking up the same. The barrier between them was already devastating, but it was especially horrible today, on Sunday, when all Tem wanted was to be held.
The day passed quickly, and the carriage ride to the castle was silent.
Tem thought of the other carriage rides, the ones where Caspen had touched her and kissed her and teased her. Now they sat six inches apart, completely silent, staring straight ahead. Not for the first time, Tem desperately wished things were different. She wished she hadn’t crested Leo. She wished Rowe hadn’t contested their marriage. It was all a mess. And it was all hers.
“Caspen,” she whispered. She looked at his beautiful, sculpted face-the face she loved so much.
“What is it, Tem?” Always attentive, always tuned in-that was Caspen. It always would be.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
She was scared of so many things-of losing Caspen, of losing Leo, of the bloodletting, of the tournament. The list was growing so long, she couldn’t even name them all.