Page 128 of Zenith Tower

“All right.”

I knelt between his knees.

His breath stopped when I took him into my mouth.

I held his gaze and worked him deeper, one hand closing around the length I could not take. He tasted clean and faintlysalted. The muscles in his thighs tightened beside my shoulders, but his hands remained where I had placed them.

I drew back slowly, tongue following the underside of his cock, then took him again.

Pleasure moved through the bond in a cold-bright rush that warmed as it reached me. I felt how badly he wanted to put his hands in my hair, how much effort it cost him to wait, and the trust beneath both.

I let him reach the edge before I lifted my mouth from him.

His head dropped back. “You stopped.”

“Not for long.”

I stood and stripped off my dress.

By the time I pushed the shift over my head, he was watching me with none of the composure he had carried into the room.

“Now,” I said.

His hands left the bed.

He reached for me. I caught one wrist and turned, guiding his hand to my waist as I faced the false window.

The stone ledge met me just below the hips. I braced my palms against it. Silver light moved over my bare arms and breasts.

Caspian stood behind me. His chest touched my back, and his cock pressed hot against the curve of my ass.

I drew his hand down my stomach and between my thighs.

His fingers found me wet. He stroked through it once, then circled my clit while his mouth moved along the side of my neck.

My head fell back against his shoulder.

“Tell me,” he said.

“I want you inside me.”

I bent over the ledge and reached back for his hip.

Caspian set the head of his cock against my opening. He waited until I pushed back.

He entered me slowly. The stretch pulled a low sound from my throat, and his hand tightened at my waist as he filled me.

When he was fully inside, his breath broke against my shoulder.

I moved first, drawing forward until only the head remained, then taking him deep again.

His other hand closed over mine on the ledge. The bond opened between us, fear still present beneath the heat gathering with every stroke.

Outside the door, the steward shifted.

We went still.

The shadow beneath the door moved away again.