Page 56 of Ravaged From Fate

I launch at her, pinning her wrists down on the bed and towering above her.

Elsa’s legs wrap around my waist as I lean in for the kill, entering her with a grunt. Elsa rolls her eyes back into her head and her tongue swirls in her mouth.

Goddamn.

I need to kiss her, and so I do. Taking her with my lips as our sweat mingles. I thrust in deep and the girl cries with a rejoiceful thrill. I see her teetering on the edge. She’s been wanting me to do this to her for a very long time. My rippling muscles stiffen as my nostrils flare and I take the time to really fucking enjoy myself.

And enjoy her body.

“Keep going,” she moans through soft, open lips. Her skin’s hot and damp from her exertion. Her body’s begging me to go in harder, deeper, faster.

We’re both so… constrained in normal life. Both so tightly wound with a protective shield. This is us being free with the only person we trust enough to truly let go.

How I’ve longed for a woman like Elsa…

I work into her, bringing myself to the edge. Everything heightens around me. Her beauty. My energy. My ferociousness inside waiting to burst. I can’t control myself around this woman. I must simply shower her with my hunger.

She falls apart below me as we both reach our climax together in record time. We’re so feral. So rampant with our sexual desire for each other. We can’t contain our inner need for long.

And so we come together. Both howling each other’s name completely unrestricted.

“Caspian…”

“Elsa…”

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CASPIAN

“I’m hungry,” I whisper, just loud enough for Elsa to hear. From where she is wrapped around my naked body, she turns her head to look up at my face.

“I would hope so,” she says. “After all that.”

“You do tire me out,” I reply.

She chuckles. “You’re a big guy, you need constant nourishment.”

“Just find me some goddamn food, woman.”

“I think I could whip up some leftover lasagna somewhere.”

“Oh, lasagna. That sounds perfect.”

“I love it. It’s always better when it’s a few days old, isn’t it?”

“I don’t really cook,” I reply, emitting a shocked gasp from the girl.

“You don’t eat out all the time, surely?”

“I’ve made some money, remember? I can afford not to cook.”

“You’re crazy,” she replies. “Cooking is one of life’s simple pleasures.”

“Not for me. Speaking of which, where is this lasagna? I’m waiting.”

She playfully slaps me on my bare chest and giggles. “Don’t order me about, big boy. You may have some money but I’m not your servant.”

“Cheeky.”