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Thirteen Hours

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“Alec groaned as I curled my fingers around him, guiding him to my entrance. He slid in, just an agonizing inch, letting his tip graze me, giving me a preview of what was to come. "Is this going to take all night?" I gasped as he pushed in a little deeper, but still not all the way in. "Because I would really prefer to keep things moving along." "Why, do you have somewhere else more important to be?" His grin was teasing, but his pupils dilated as I raised my hips to meet him, greedily commanding him to sink deeper. "No, but you do." I moaned, as he did another circling motion at my entrance, teasing me, driving me wild. "Alec. You need to be inside me. Right now. Please." The teasing grin disappeared, and in one swift motion, he plunged into me. "God, Ellie," he breathed out. "You feel amazing." He was hot and hard and slick, and felt so good. The cords on his neck stood out as he growled, straining to stay still, but I wriggled my hips to take him farther in. Alec let out another groan and began to move, sliding in and out slowly at first, the delicious friction between our bodies nearly sending me into oblivion, then faster, harder, as our sighs and his moans and my pleas of "more" filled the room. Our mouths found each other again, fusing and devouring, as he began to lose control, and before long, I was rocking and shivering against him, as his body shuddered together with mine. And this time, I had truly died and gone to heaven.”

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“One who has shaped this world is ever its lord: Our errors are his steps upon the way; He works through the fierce vicissitudes of our lives, He works through the hard breath of battle and toil, He works through our sins and sorrows and our tears, His knowledge overrules our nescience; Whatever the appearance we must bear, Whatever our strong ills and present fate, When nothing we can see but drift and bale, A mighty Guidance leads us still through all. 01.04_012:028”

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“Just let me explore you and let go.” His words were a warm buzz in my head and on my skin as he sank one finger into my wet heat. Then another, then his thumb found my clit, and a whispered whine escaped my lips. “That’s it, Madeline.” Caspian spoke soothingly. “And remember, you’re a siren. One word from you and I stop. You have all the power here, all of it. But you won’t need to use the sway, because I’m already at your beck and call. One word from your lips is all the command I need.” Caspian’s hands were as skilled now as they had been in the morning, lifting me dangerously high up that cliff of tightly wound nerves before the plummet of release. His other hand took to exploring the rest of me. My ass, my breasts, cupping my face. His kisses were soft and sweet, but his words were fucking filthy. “You feel amazing, Madeline. Hot and so very wet for me.” His low rumble in my ear was going to undo me completely. “Everything about you smells like sex. How many times on that boat did I want to bend you over the railing to fuck you in front of the sea?” I started to move my hands, looking for something to do with them. “Move your hands back where I fucking put them,” Caspian murmured. Immediately, I complied, digging my fingers in a little to make sure I wasn’t moving them. He had made it clear I was to enjoy the ride and nothing else. “Caspian.” My voice was strained. I didn’t know what I was even saying. A warning that I was close? A plea to finish me off? But whatever my meaning was, it didn’t matter anymore as Caspian moved his mouth over mine, stimulating my clit with his thumb and hooking his fingers just inside of me at the perfect angle to make me explode. And explode I did. He had me wound so high and so tight that my vision blurred as the orgasm hit me. And he didn’t stop moving. Caspian had found the perfect buttons to push to make me come for him, and from the look in his eyes, he took deep satisfaction in it. He didn’t let up until the last waves of pulsing muscles and screaming nerves left me a puddle in his arms.”

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“I could feel everything. How big he was, how wet he made me. Caspian pushed in until there was nowhere else to go. A perfect fit, making me feel so full and so hot. His forehead came down to touch mine as he looked into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Maddie.” My breath left me, and my whole body was on fire. I wriggled, trying to move that delicious friction inside me. “Say it.” Caspian pulled out and I whined at the loss, the emptiness I wanted him to fill again. “Repeat what I just said.” “Caspian…” “Say it, Madeline,” he growled. “Say how perfect you are.” Holy hell, this man. His gentlemanly act in front of other people was all a farce. Caspian was some kind of lust god, and I was only just finding that out now. “I’m… perfect.” Caspian thrust in, hard and fast, bringing with him the pressure and friction my body craved. “You deserve love.” He pulled out again. “I deserve love.” This time when he thrust, I couldn’t help but let loose another sound of wound-up pleasure. “You are smart.” “I am smart.” “You are patient.” “I am patient.” “You are stunning.” “I am stunning.” On and on he went, his body and hands pinning me in place so thoroughly that there was little I could do but hold on for whatever ride Caspian wanted to take me on, repeating his affirmations and earning his cock in return. I had already come just minutes before, but already he had me back at the top of that cliff, ready to plunge off again. “Caspian—" I moaned. “Yes, Madeline,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips. “I was waiting to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours again. Now, come for me. Let me feel all of it.” And I did. I came so hard, completely pinned in place as the feeling of him hit me. I rode through his hard thrusts. I was barely coming down, not even finished clenching around Caspian when he groaned and his movements changed. I felt him spill into me, hot and wet when I was at my most sensitive, and I cried out again. “Fuck, Caspian,” I panted. “That dirty mouth of yours.” He kissed me, his face completely sated, though lust still sat heavy in his eyes. I laughed. “You’re one to talk.”

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“And then he absolutely fucked me. I gasped when he pushed in with one hard motion. The feeling of being so full so suddenly when when I was already so wet and teased and ready to go was a buzz of heaven in my head as all other thoughts were pushed away. "You like this," he commented. Another thrust, a moan from me. "You're tighter than you've ever been for me, do you know that?" Another thrust, and all I could do was breathe out the tension that was building in a strained sound of agreement. Hot kisses and hard thrusts soon blurred as both of us chased whatever high of the night we were barreling toward with abandon. I knew my muscles would ache tomorrow. The instinct to resist, to pull, to free myself from the ropes and their constant foreign sensation didn't fall away for a long while. Not being able to run my hands down Caspian's chest, to wrap my arms around his shoulders, hell, to hold on for dear life as he grabbed my hips and filled me. "Fuck, Caspian." I couldn't catch my breath. "Hold on a little longer for me, Madeline," Caspian growled in my ear, then grabbed one of my thighs, lifting it as much as the rope would allow to give himself a deeper reach into me. Hold on, he'd said. I barely managed that; it felt more like I was along for the ride than anything else. Which was probably the ropes' doing, but it still made for one hell of a fuck, and I made mental notes to ask Caspian what else he'd been fantasizing about. He slowed our motion just enough that I whined as he kissed me hard, my hands itching to reach for him, to feel what of him I could, but coming up empty. "Come for me," Caspian commanded. And fuck if I didn't obey. He had me wound so wet, so hot, so tight, that the fall from the climax sent my head spinning. I know I called out some sound that could have been his name or just some scrambled word or other as he hit my inner walls in all the right places. Over and over he thrust, riding out my orgasm until he found his own. I did what I could to catch my breath when Caspian filled me with his heat.”

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“Oh, is my baby’s little pussy finally getting wet?” He put his hand on her knee. She tried to cross her legs. “Yes, and it’s a lot. It feels very messy.” He could smell her now. Bending over and presenting her ass had done something for her. So had dirty talk. Yeah, he could talk dirty. “Messy is good. I want that pussy dirty and ripe when I start to eat it.”

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