Page 64 of Ravaged From Fate

I climax again.

Everything’s hot. I shudder.

I grab at his face. I’m so wet and open for him.

I need him inside me.

“Fuck me,” I seethe. “Fuck me right now.”

“Promise me you’re mine, Elsa.”

“Yeah… goddamn… you’ve got me. I’m yours. Now finish the job.”

Caspian smiles at me. His teeth gleaming.

I see his erect cock and I moan.

Yep. He’s going to fuck me. Right here on this kitchen counter.

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ELSA

Weeks go by. Weeks of doing two things. Either working or being with Caspian. All my free time away from my patients is taken up with the hunk, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

To say he’s tender as a lover would be a severe understatement. He’s so gentle and firm with me. He likes to be dominant, and I let him with a hunger I’ve never experienced before.

What can I say? I love the feeling of him taking charge, of him ordering me exactly what to do in the bedroom and how exactly to please him. I want him to feel good and therefore, in turn, he makes me feel so incredibly good.

We go on our little dates together, mostly just dinner dates at each other’s places. Sometimes a quiet drink at the one bar in town. We really do keep things quiet.

But I don’t need to do anything extravagant or crazy. I’m a small town girl, no need for anything too fancy. Spending time with Caspian is more than enough.

One night, after dinner, he takes me, in his pickup truck, to the edge of the forest outside of town. We walk up the familiar hidden path together until we’re at my favorite lookout under the stars.

“Your hometown is beautiful at night,” Caspian whispers to me as we stand there over the view of the twinkling lights of East Springs.

The moon is bright far above us, casting its rays on the valley below.

“It really is,” I say. “Sometimes I get so… frustrated with this town. With all the bitchy small-town politics and just being so isolated and remote, but on nights like these I’m reminded of how beautiful it is.”

“I can’t imagine you frustrated, Elsa. You’re so tireless and unselfish.”

“Oh, I can be. Especially if I don’t have my morning coffee.”

“I can’t wait to see that.”

“You really don’t want to.”

“I’ve been to a lot of places,” Caspian says. “All over the world. London. Paris. Rome. New York. But East Springs is one of my favorite places I’ve ever been.”

I blink at him. “I didn’t know you were such a traveler.”

Caspian merely winks. Mischievous.

“I keep saying it,” I remark. “But you, Caspian, are one mysterious guy.”

“I’m not so mysterious,” he replies before he leans over and kisses me.