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Chapter Ten

Caspian responded with a crushing kiss, one that pulled a moan deep from within her chest. Desire racketed through her, sapping her strength. The possessive sweep of his tongue left her poised on her toes, barely able to keep her knees from buckling. An intoxicating mixture of tenderness and hunger met her primitive need with each kiss. Years of suppressed emotions, unknown feelings, intense love poured out of the prince as he dropped an arm around her waist and tugged her against him, right off her toes.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved, his kiss deepening, melting from strenuously controlled to something bright and feverish. Something that rivaled the fire that now burned Alamari to the ground.

Lost, so delightfully lost in his kisses. So engulfed in his passion.

He might as well have floated on air for how skillfully he glided through the main room to his bedroom. Even as he sat on the edge of the bed, he adjusted her body, her legs, not once disrupting the starved kiss she refused to end. He tasted too good, an elixir of magic and heat. A potent essence of electric tingles and airy caresses, his sexual prowess evident with each touch of his fingers, each brush of his knuckles. His cock pressed hard against her upper thigh, his pants a barrier she desperately wanted gone.

She may not have much experience with sex, and certainly not much in human form, but the way her core throbbed and ached and itched, she doubted the act in mer-form could match the way her human body felt right now.

Caspian growled against her mouth a second before he pulled back. The separation wrenched at her heart and left her breathless and craving more. His eyes swirled like an ocean whirlpool, a stunning azure-gray-turquoise blend that glowed in the dark.

“Why did you stop?” Aria dropped her hands to the hem of his shirt and tugged it upward. “Don’t stop.”

He allowed her to remove his shirt, but when she fumbled with the fastener of his pants, he stopped her. “Savor it, princess. Savor every moment.”

His fingers unfurled from her wrist and dipped under the towel. Brushed lightly against her thigh. His lips touched her collarbone as his fingertips slid through her slick folds.

“Caspian.”

She grabbed his shoulders and held tight, tremors coursing along her legs as he stroked the sensitive crease and teased her clit. His mouth kissed along her neck, his teeth nipping her skin every few inches, making her moan. No, that was the magic he worked between her legs. Slow, gentle strokes and circles that made her nerves hum louder and louder. Pleasure, raw and untainted, mounted as he touched her like a man who knew his lover’s body better than she did.

If there was anything more perfect than this, than the way he touched her, kissed her, seduced every wild inhibition locked deep inside until she wanted so badly to cry out, she couldn’t imagine what it might be.

“Ah, my princess likes this, hmm?” Caspian teased, his voice rough and thick with desire. The tip of his finger circled her entrance before testing her body, pressing deeper. A faint grumble rolled up from his chest, a sound that shocked her with its sensual vibration.

“Yes.” His finger slid out, through her crease, playing her clit until she dropped her head back with a sigh. “You do.”

“Yes, yes, I do.” As he removed his hand from beneath her towel, she lifted her head and caught his gaze in the dark. “I don’t think there’s anything I couldn’t like about you, my prince.”

“Shall we put that to the test?”

He gave her no time to answer, twisting over the bed until her back connected with the mattress. His hips rested in the cradle of her legs, the heat of his cock pressed against her core. He smoothed her hair back from her face, those stray locks that had fallen across her forehead in their heady endeavor. The towel tugged against her back before it loosened from around her breasts and the cool air of the room kissed her skin.

Cool, until the warm, rough skin of Caspian’s palm cupped one breast and he flicked a thumb across her nipple.

She sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth.

Was this what she once cast away for a human man? This intense, delicious, magnificent creature who tended to a body that responded so powerfully to his ministrations?

Aria turned her face into his palm and kissed his hand. “What do you plan to do, Caspian?”

“Now, princess. That curiosity of yours.”

She didn’t wait long before his mouth closed over her nipple and sucked gently. She gasped, drew up her knees and arched off the mattress, a strained moan clawing up her throat. She sank the fingers of one hand into his hair, soft, thick strands of silk, and clung to his wrist, his palm still against her cheek.

When he moved to the other breast, she was panting. Her legs trembled, matching the irregular patter of her heart.

She thought he’d finally come up to her, kiss her mouth, make them one at last.

Oh, how wrong she was.

The heat of his mouth left her breast and trailed down her belly, his tongue licking and swirling over her skin. The mattress shifted and his body slid lower, the weight of his hips leaving hers.

Aria lifted her head and watched the shadow of his form settle between her legs. “Caspian?”

“Say my name again. In a few minutes.”