Sink With Me

“Caspian, I know you’re–”

I gasp when my chest is pushed flush with the small glass frame, planting my hands on either side of it. I’ll never get tired of the hold I have on this man. He acts as if he can’t breathe without me by his side.

“Had any bad dreams lately?” He rasps beside my ear taking a nip at the lobe.

“Always the same one.”

“It’s me, right?”

God, he’s so obsessed I love it. A wicked grin forms my lips as I quickly turn, placing my hand to his chest so I can walk him back toward the spacious bed covered in silk gray sheets and a black duvet.

I shrug in response.

“It better be.” He growls as if I don’t hold the power in my hands. I love handing myself over to him but some days I like to be reminded that I’m stronger than most. The back of his knees connects with the mattress toppling him onto his ass.

“What’re you doing?”

“Nothing.” My voice comes out higher than I intended. This asshole better not ruin my surprise, or I might just reconsider killing him.

“You know how I feel when you lie.”

I ignore him, slowly pushing my fingers through the buttons he loves to tap when things become too much. I vowed never to lie to him again, but it doesn’t hurt to stretch the truth a little.

“Cordelia.” He draws out my name. I grin. I love the way he says it. I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of the sound. I sure hope not. Once his chest is bare, I push the fabric running my fingers over the ink that lines his skin, there’s more than there was a few months ago. After getting on good terms with Jasmine she explained that the tattoo parlor just north of base is where Sam and Tide sneak off to for their ‘appointments’.

I think he’s right. We haven’t had enough time together. For a solid month, I went through therapy. The next month I dove so hard into planning that I hardly slept. Last month I stayed distracted trying to make everything perfect. I think most of the days I spent fully by his side I was apologizing, or we were attempting to enjoy each other only to be interrupted because I got Moe addicted to Game of Thrones.

“Do you trust me?”

He lets out a hard exhale through his nose. With practice ease, I pull his belt from his khakis and wrap it around my fist. I’ve noticed the times he focuses a little too hard on my movements when I’m cooking or how he checks in on training every so often. I like to think it’s simply because he likes to know I stayed but those stupid voices in my head say otherwise. I still haven’t kicked them but I’m trying. He nods. I crawl onto the bed behind him and pull his arms until I’m able to secure the leather around his wrist.

I tighten the strap making him grunt.

“Say you trust me.” I murmur, pulling my shirt and tossing it to wherever it lands. His head rolls but he doesn’t look back, I wish I could hear what was going through his head.

“I trust you, little siren.”

With a victorious grin, I slide off the bed to stand back in front of him, pushing my pants down my hips as he lets out a shaky exhale. I take my time admiring the way the navy lace contrasts against my tan skin. It hugs my breast just right and doesn’t exaggerate my scars to the point I’d feel self-conscious. I guess it’s about time I wore it for him.

“I bloody love it when you wear blue.”

He cuts off my thoughts tempting me to roll my eyes.

Lowering to my knees I work at the button of his pants. I love our dynamic. How I can submit to him just as easily as he can for me. That’s a lie sometimes it’s a fight for dominance but at least right now it’s not. He lifts his hips allowing me to pull his pants and boxers from his hips, letting them pool at his ankles.

How can a human being possess something so massive? Oh my God… he is a monster. He jerks against his restraint letting one of those concerningly sexy growls rumble as I pull his length into my hand, examining his swollen red tip leaking pre-come.

“No touching until I say you can.” I mumble, tilting my head to get a good look at the vein that trails the underside of his cock. My tongue follows where I was just examining until I’m flicking it against the top letting his taste coat my tongue. Sweet and salty.

His hips jerk but I tilt back my head enough he can only feel my breath against the sensitive flesh. I wanted to go slow and savor having him at my mercy but as I look up at him through my lashes to his jaw set and hooded eyes, I can’t help but take him in until he’s hitting the back of my throat. Wrapping my tongue around his shaft I slide back up, relishing in the long moan that crawls through his chest.

“Just let me touch you. I promise you can do whatever you want.” The whispered words shock me at how much they sound like a plea. Pulling back, I gather saliva beneath my tongue letting it fall from between my lips until it coats his length.

“You’re so obsessed.” I purr. He opens his mouth to speak but cuts off at the sensation of my lips wrapping back around his throbbing cock taking him in and relaxing my throat. With every bob of my head, I can feel his body jerk and struggle with a need. I go light-headed forcing my mouth off with a shallow breath for air.

“Caspian.” I gasp, caught off guard from the way his hand wraps around my throat drawing me to my feet. When the fuck did he break out? Now I guess I know how it feels. He stands guiding my steps until my back is against the window.

“Sorry love, but I’ll go fucking insane if I’m not inside you soon.”