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My body turned inside out.
My mind reeled.
My entire world turned upside down.
His cock filled me to the brim and then some. My inner walls seized around his thick length, pulling him in at the same time as they pushed him out. My legs trembled and my back arched clean off the bed, my eyes rolling back in my head.
I might have died a little bit in that moment.
I loved it.
His dick drove into me with savage intent, the wet sounds of our fucking making my face flush with heat as I came down from one orgasm and soared right into another.
His cock throbbed inside me, and all of a sudden, his seed was surging up inside me like a blazing hot rope. The feel of him filling me so viscerally threw me into another absolutely ravaging orgasm that left me soaring as he roared with his own climax.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Absolute bliss.
It was everything.
When I finally came down, my body had gone numb, and my mind was entirely devoid of thought. Caspian plunged all the way into me, and the wet sound of his come still inside me squelched between us.
“This pussy is the sweetest thing,” he whispered, and I simply laid there and blushed as he reached up and untied the bonds around my wrists. His arms wrapped around me, and he held me against him as I started to come down from the clouds. When my body started to tremble, he squeezed me even tighter before he reached down and pulled a blanket on top of me.
“Rest now, little mouse. I’ve got you.”
CHAPTER 19
Zazie
Honestly, I hadn’t traveled much. After the fire, I’d grown up in New Orleans until I fled it for Baton Rouge. I’d followed Ryan and Zach on a trip to Texas a couple of times, but that was it. Now, I was on a plane for the first time in my life, and it wasn’t even in the economy section at the back. It was a private jet, specifically Caspian’s private jet, which meant that it was the lap of luxury. The seats were world-class leather, the wood hand-carved. The whole thing was a sleek capsule of extravagance that defied everything I knew about air travel. Even now, I lay there on a soft and comfy bed—you know, the kind you’d expect in a ritzy five-star hotel, not at thirty thousand feet.
As I peered out the window, the view was nothing short of breathtaking. The vast expanse of the ocean stretched out below, an endless canvas of deep blues and frothy whites, its surface dotted with the occasional glimmer of sunlight. It was beautiful.
Caspian slept peacefully beside me, his arm still wrapped around my waist, possessive of me even in sleep. His face, usually so animated and intense, was relaxed, the lines of stress and command smoothed away. It was kind of sweet, actually.
The door opened and Murtagh strode inside, a book clutched in his hand and a paper map in the other, like the kind I hadn’t seen in nearly two decades where you used to figure out directions the old-fashioned way.
“I’ve figured out the area,” he announced, the look of victory written all over his face even as he deposited a bag of chips into the trash upon entry. He glanced our way and didn’t really acknowledge the fact that Caspian and I were still lying in each other’s arms completely naked, like it was just a typical Tuesday for him, and Caspian’s seed definitely wasn’t leaking down the side of my thigh. Hell, the room smelled like sex.
“What?” Caspian drawled, his sleepiness apparent in every syllable that left his mouth. “You came in here to announce that?
“It sounded like you two were done,” he deadpanned back, a single eyebrow raised in mock amusement.
“Tell us what you figured out,” I whispered, pulling the covers up a bit as I shivered, curious despite the sudden interruption. My nipples hardened a little underneath the blanket. My whole body was sore, but the good kind of sore.
Murtagh stepped closer, the excitement in his eyes almost tangible. “The castle was fabled to be in about five different places, but I’ve been there, and there’s a lot of old poetry about Troy. A lot of it describes where it is. I should have been an archeologist,” he said, plopping books on the bed, his voice getting a little louder with his excitement.
Caspian shifted beside me, his earlier annoyance giving way to interest. “Go on,” he urged, his arm still possessively around my waist.
“I’ve been overlaying maps and cross-referencing them with several ancient texts. It’s all about the alignment of certain landmarks with a map of the stars,” Murtagh explained, his words tumbling out with enthusiasm. “We’re looking around Göbekli Tepe.”
“Göbekli Tepe?” I echoed, furrowing my brows together. I hadn’t exactly gone to college, and between watching documentaries on Netflix about serial killers and the new season of Is It Cake?, I’d never heard of it.
“It’s full of massive stone pillars, all intricately carved with animals and symbols. They think it was a place of worship or a social gathering site a long time ago. And there’s more. The region is scattered with other significant sites—like the Harran ruins, known for its unique beehive-shaped houses, and the ancient city of Sanliurfa, with its pool of sacred fish that are said to never age.”
