INICIAR SESIÓNDORIAN’s POV The bedroom door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the quiet hum of the house. Caspian’s hand was still in mine, warm and firm, pulling me toward the bed with that purposeful stride that always sent a thrill through me. His eyes locked on mine, dark with intent, and I felt the air thicken, charged with the unspoken promise of what was coming. He didn’t waste time. As soon as my back hit the mattress, he was over me, his body caging mine in the best way. His mouth crashed down on my lips, hungry and demanding, tongue delving deep as if he couldn’t get enough. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my hands fisting in his shirt, yanking it up and over his head to expose the hard planes of his chest. God, he was gorgeous—muscles taut under smooth skin, every inch of him radiating heat that seeped into me. “Dorian,” he growled against my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spot just below my ear. A shiver raced down my spine, straight to my cock, which was alrea
DORIAN’s POVThree months is not a long time. But three months ago I was lying in a hospital bed with a surgery scar on my chest and a family that wouldn’t stop hovering.Four months ago Victoria was still a name that made my jaw tighten. Three months ago I was still waking up in the night reaching for Caspian just to confirm he was there.A lot can change in three months.I know that now in the way you only know things after they’ve already happened to you.Vale Enterprises closed its third deal on a Tuesday morning in April.Marissa sent the email at nine forty-seven and by nine forty-nine the finance floor was making noise that could be heard from the corridor. I read it at my desk, read it again, and then forwarded it to Caspian with no message attached because no message was needed.Caspian appeared in my doorway forty seconds later."We did it," Caspian said."We did it," I confirmed.We looked at each other across the office doorway like two people who had built something fro
Maxwell was stabilised within the hour. The doctors worked quickly and the news that followed was better than anyone had dared to hope for in those first panicked minutes on the hospital floor. A cardiac episode. Serious but manageable. With the right care and the right monitoring, he would recover.He was discharged two days later with a strict care plan, a list of medications, and a nurse named Patricia assigned to oversee his recovery at home.Since returning to their own place was not an option during recovery, Maxwell and Mary moved into Caspian’s house. Patricia moved with them. She was professional and efficient and spoke in the measured tones of someone who had done this many times and taken it seriously every single time. The household adjusted around her presence without much friction.Life settled into a new rhythm.Dorian was still recovering himself, moving carefully, sleeping more than he was used to and pretending he wasn’t. He spent most of his days on the couch with a
CASPIAN’s POVI stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. They were standing at the end of the corridor.My mother had her hands clasped in front of her. My father stood beside her with his weight slightly forward, like a man who had rehearsed walking into a room and lost his nerve at the last second. They looked smaller than I remembered. Not physically. Something else. The particular smallness of people who have been alone with themselves for too long and didn’t enjoy the company.I walked toward them slowly.My father looked up first. Then my mother. She pressed her lips together when she saw my face and her eyes went red immediately, which I had not prepared myself for.I stopped in front of them.Nobody spoke for a moment.“Caspian.” My father’s voice came out rough. He cleared it. “We heard everything. About Victoria. About Dorian.” He paused. “About what we did.”“What you did,” I said.He nodded. “What we did.”My mother reached out and touched my arm. “We suppor
The fifth of March arrived the way important days always do quietly without ceremony. Just another morning that happened to be carrying everything.The house was up before the sun.Nobody had planned it that way. It simply happened. One by one, lights came on in different rooms until the whole house was awake and pretending it had been doing something other than lying in the dark waiting for the clock to move.Alexandra was in the kitchen first. She cooked breakfast the way she always did, with full commitment, as though the day required it. Eggs. Toast. Fruit cut into pieces nobody had asked for. She moved through the kitchen without her usual commentary and that silence said more than anything she could have put into words.Dorian came downstairs dressed and calm.That was the thing that got everyone. The calm.He wasn’t performing it. He wasn’t holding himself together in the visible way of someone fighting to stay composed. He was simply calm, the way a person is calm when they ha
CASPIAN’s POV I had not planned on a roadside food stall. But Dorian stopped walking mid-sentence, mid-word actually, and turned his head toward the smell before any conscious decision had been made. I followed his gaze to a small stall set up on the corner of the street, a low canopy, two plastic tables, and an older couple moving around each other in the tight space behind the counter with the easy precision of people who had shared that particular kitchen for a very long time. “I want that,” Dorian said. “You don’t even know what it is.” “I know it smells like something I want.” He was already walking toward it. I followed him. The husband was a short man with white hair and a warm face who greeted us like we were people he had been expecting. His wife appeared from behind a curtain at the back carrying two bowls before we had finished ordering, like she had seen us coming from the window and simply known. We sat side by side on the low bench at the small table, sh
DORIAN’s POVCaspian’s whisper sent heat rushing through me. He said, “My turn to feel you return it.” His cock pressed hard against my thigh. It throbbed there, slick with oil and precum. I was still trembling from the orgasm he had pulled from me. My body felt loose and buzzing. Cum trails coole
DORIAN’s POVCaspian carried me into the bedroom as if I weighed nothing, his arms steady and strong beneath me. My legs stayed wrapped around his waist, my lips brushing the damp skin of his neck while he walked. The oil from the bathroom still clung to us both, making our bodies slide together
CASPIAN’s POVMINUTES EARLIER…Water pounded hot against our skin as I backed Dorian under the rainfall showerhead, steam curling thick around us like a veil. His back hit the tiled wall with a soft thud, and I crowded in close, mouths fusing before the spray fully soaked us. The kiss ignited inst
CASPIAN’s POVDorian’s lips crashed into mine, and everything else vanished. The kiss started fierce, almost punishing, as if he needed to pour years or months of waiting into that single point of contact. I tasted the faint trace of wine from dinner on his tongue, mixed with something uniquely hi






