Chapter 44
Viviane's POV
Caspian undresses me as if I'm a carefully wrapped gift, one whose paper is too lovely to risk tearing. He kisses every new inch of skin he bares, trailing his lips over my arms, neck and shoulders when my top disappears, then working his way down my flat tummy until he reaches the button of my jeans.
It's torture, the way he dances around the spots I need his mouth most. He sits on the edge of the tub and turns me away from him to unhook my bra, licking and nibbling down my spine until my knees feel ready to give out.
He does the same thing with my panties, rolling them off my hips and devoting his attention to the curve of my hip, the swell of my bottom and the insides of my thighs.
By the time I'm completely naked I'm shaking with need. Caspian is still fully dressed, and it feels horribly vulnerable to be so exposed while he's covered up. Then again, from what I've felt through his clothes when things get hot and heavy, it may be for the best that I don't see what's coming.
I'm standing between his legs, and his hungry eyes are sweeping over my naked body, taking in every detail. It's too intimate, too intense, and I reflectively raise my hands to cover myself. Caspian has seen me in my underwear more than once, but this is different.
A growl rumbles deep in his chest, and he pulls my arms away from my body. "No hiding, kitten."
I shift nervously from foot to foot, needing to shield myself from his scrutiny but afraid to defy him. Just as I think I might burst beneath the weight of his scrutiny, Caspian stands, kissing me deeply. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, you know that?"
It sounds like a line, but the way he's looking at me now, with primal hunger and pure reverence – I believe him. He nudges me towards the bath, before I can contemplate a reply, and I ease myself into the water.
I'm so distracted by the luxurious pool, I don't notice him stripping behind me. It's not until the water begins to rise and I feel the silky steel of his chiseled body at my back, that I realize he's deprived me of the chance to undress him.
Caspian pulls my back against his chest, settling me between his legs and surrounding me with his big body on all sides. His hardness presses into my backside, and though it feels too huge and thick to possibly fit inside me, I am not afraid. At least, not in the way I used to be.
Caspian pours the champagne and offers me a glass, clinking it with his own. "To the beginning of the rest of our lives."
His words should terrify me. After all, it's hardly as if we've resolved our problems. On the contrary, it seems like new cirses rise every day. But I'm sick of living in fear. I'm sick of depriving myself of the things I want. I'm sick of being sad and alone. Whatever else might happen, I know I don't have to worry about those things with my mate.
The pheromone spray disappears from my skin within minutes, and the more we drink the more needy I become. Caspian spends the entire time petting and kissing me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear and hardly letting me reciprocate. Yet he still won't touch me where I need him most.
My breasts are so swollen and sensitive that even the warm water cannot soothe my tightly pebbled nipples, and I'm about thirty seconds away from reaching down to ease the tortuous ache at the apex of my thighs – something I've never felt compelled to do before.
I know Caspian can feel me squirming, I know he can see and smell the evidence of my desire, yet all he does is tease and taunt me. I feel like I'm coming apart at the seems, my deprived sex so desperate for attention I think I might cry.
Why won't he touch me?
Caspian's POV
Viviane is absolutely beside herself, driven to the brink of sanity with unrequited need. Her champagne sits abandoned at her side, and she's positively trembling with desire. Still I wait, letting her work through the feelings on her own.
When her hands begin twitching towards the water, I catch both, lacing out fingers together and massaging her palms with my thumb. Unable to stand it any longer, she tugs against my hold and whimpers my name. "Caspian!"
"What's wrong, baby?" I croon, kissing her neck.
"I need…" She cries softly, "I need…"
"What do you need, sweetheart?" I prompt, fully aware of how cruel I'm being. Viviane's lower lip begins to quiver, and I catch it between my own, "All you have to do is tell me, little mate." I purr against her mouth. "Tell me and I'll give you what you want."
By now I've seen most of Viviane's expressions, but I can't recall seeing one quite so accusatory as the one she throws at me now. She knows exactly what I'm doing, and she does not appreciate it. But no matter how she glares, I don't give an inch.
Finally she throws her head back against my shoulder with a huff, speaking so softly I can scarcely hear here, "Please, touch me."
"See now, was that so hard?" I praise, claiming her mouth and slipping my tongue inside to tangle with her own. As I disappear into the kiss, I slip my hands beneath the water, stroking her belly and hips, the velvety skin of her thighs.
I'm rock hard, especially having her round bottom cradle my arousal. It only gets worse as she begins shifting her hips, trying to position herself in the path of my hands. Still, I don't give in. I'm enjoying this far too much.
"Caspian." Viviane whines again, after trying and failing again to direct my movements.
"What?" I feign innocence, "I'm touching you."
"Not there!" She exclaims, frustration getting the better of her.
Poor little mate. She didn't know what she was getting into. My wolf, always too prone to playing with his food, speaks through my voice. "Where?" We inquire gruffly.
"You know," She grumbles mutinously, leveling another glower over her shoulder.
"I want you to tell me." I explain, keeping my voice low and even.
She inhales deeply, then relaxes with a humph. "My breasts." She finally whispers.
I could be an even bigger jerk and demand for her to be more specific, but I want to reward the leap she just made. I know it wasn't easy. I slide my hands to her chest, cupping and massaging her swollen mounds, then brushing my thumbs over her nipples and relishing her twitches of pleasure.
She moans softly, arching into my hands and nearly crying out when I pinch the sensitive buds, rolling them between my fingers and watching the blood rush to their tips. Unable to resist, I flip her over so that we're face to face, sucking first one, then the other into my mouth.
Viviane jolts the first time she feels the combination of suction and tongue flicking on her turgid nubs, and i don't let up. I work her over until her hips are rocking through the water, desperate for any kind of friction and finding none. I've got her hips braced in my hands, holding them away from my body so that she can't find pleasure without me.
She throws her head back, clasping her arms around my head and holding my mouth against her skin. "More." She begs, "I need more."
"Where, Viviane?" I ask her, detaching my mouth from her breasts and pulling her head down to mine. She kissed me urgently, more aggressive than I've ever seen her, so overwrought with need that her inhibitions are slipping away one by one.
Her tongue dances with my own as she draws countless kisses from my lips, her small body still undulating above me. Rather than answer my question directly she pulls one of my hands between her legs, pressing my fingers against her sodden core and gasping, "Here."
It's getting harder by the minute to keep up this game, but I'm determined to try. Her hips jerk violently when I begin rubbing her neglected sex, using my palm to apply pressure to her clit while delving my fingertips around her entrance.
She feels so small against my hand, and my cock hardens further just thinking about how it will feel to be inside her. Viviane gasps and cries out, grinding into my hand with beautiful abandon as she chases her pleasure. I didn't plan on giving it to her so quickly, I planned on making her wait, but I didn't anticipate just how responsive her inexperience has made her.
Besides, she's been so good. She's gone miles outside her comfort zone and at this point I'm loathe to deny her anything.
Her eyes go astonishingly wide when she finally crests the wave of orgasm, her mouth falling open in wonder as the feelings wash over her. I watch every moment, drinking in the sight of my mate coming to pieces. I've never seen anything so perfect.
And to think – this is only the beginning.
