The Riot

Chapter 66. Thoughtful

The drive back to the Fortress was a study in sensory deprivation and agonizing restraint. The city lights of Los Angeles blurred into long, neon streaks against the blacked-out windows of the SUV. Inside the cabin, the air was thick, charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on Rayna’s arms stand on end.

They didn't speak. They didn't even touch. Max was at the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road, but the silence between the two passengers in the back was louder than any engine roar.

​Caspian sat with his jaw tight, his gloved hand resting on his knee, but Rayna could see the way his pulse thrummed in his neck. She could feel his heat radiating across the leather seat, a magnetic pull that made her chest ache. She was still wearing the emerald silk, the fabric cool against her skin, but her blood was boiling.

​The moment the heavy iron gates of the Fortress hissed shut and the garage lights flickered to life, the "King’s" armor began to crack. Max didn't even wait for a "thank you" before disappearing into the security wing, knowing better than to linger.

​The heavy motorized door to the main house hadn't even fully clicked shut behind them before the dam broke.

​Rayna didn't wait. She didn't ask. She turned on her heel, her fingers tangling into the lapels of Caspian’s expensive wool blazer, and hauled him down. Her lips crashed against his with a desperation that was almost violent, a searing, open-mouthed kiss that tasted of the champagne she’d sipped and the raw, jagged hunger she’d been suppressing all night.

​Caspian let out a sound- a low, guttural vibration that started in his chest and ended against her tongue. His hands, usually so calculated and steady, flew to her waist, his fingers digging into the emerald silk to haul her flush against him.

​"Thank you for today," Rayna murmured against his lips, her breath hitching as she pulled back just an inch, her eyes blown wide and dark. "It was incredibly thoughtful, Elijah. Bringing them here... showing me I haven't lost them..."

​Caspian’s eyes were like scorched emeralds, hooded and predatory. He didn't let her finish. He crowded her space, his large frame silhouetted against the brutalist concrete walls of the entryway.

​"Do you want to know how thoughtful I am of you, Rocker?" he asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register that vibrated through her marrow. His hands slid down from her waist, gripping her hips with a possessive strength that made her knees weak. "Do you want to know how much I've been thinking about this while I watched you across that garden?"

​"Yes," she whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

​In one fluid motion, Caspian hiked her up. Rayna let out a small gasp as he slammed her back against the cold stone wall, his strength effortless. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the silk of her dress bunching at her hips. He didn't give her a chance to breathe before his lips were back on hers, harder this time, punishing and demanding.

​Rayna’s head hit the wall with a soft thud as a low, needy moan escaped her. She felt his hands- those guitar-calloused, powerful hands, groping the underside of her thighs before sliding up to squeeze her butt, pulling her pelvis hard against his.

​"God, you’re so f*****g beautiful in this dress," Caspian growled against her mouth, his teeth grazing her lower lip. "But I’ve been wanting to rip it off you since the second I saw it."

​He didn't rip it, though. He was more surgical than that. His hand moved down, sliding the silk up her legs, baring the intricate ink that climbed her thighs. His fingers traced the lines of a tattooed rose before dipping higher, seeking the heat. Rayna’s back arched, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he found her- the sensitive, swollen nub trapped behind the thin lace of her black thong.

​Caspian’s head dipped into the crook of her neck. He was careful, agonizingly so, as he kissed and licked the tattooed skin of her throat. He wanted to mark her- he wanted to bite down until she screamed his name, but he knew the cameras were waiting for her. He restricted himself to hot, wet drags of his tongue and sharp, nipping kisses that made her entire body shudder.

​"Oh! Elijah... please," she moaned, her head falling back against the stone, her eyes fluttering shut.

​"Please what, Rayna? Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice a jagged rasp in her ear. He ground his hips into her, letting her feel the heavy, pulsing length of his arousal through his trousers. "Tell me exactly what the f**k you want me to do to you."

​"You," she breathed, her voice breaking. "I want you inside me. Right now. I want you, Elijah."

​That was the breaking point. Caspian’s control, the legendary restraint of the King of Rock, vanished. He reached down, hooking his fingers into the side of her thong and dragging it to the side, his eyes locked onto hers as he watched the desire cloud her vision.

​He didn't lead her to the bedroom. He didn't even move from the wall. He fumbled with his belt, his breathing heavy and ragged, pulling his pants down just enough. He gripped her thighs, repositioning her, and then, with one sharp, powerful thrust, he entered her.

​Rayna’s eyes flew open, her mouth dropping into a silent 'O' of pure shock and pleasure. He was long and thick, stretching her to the limit as he filled her completely. The friction of the cold stone against her back and the searing heat of him inside her was almost too much to process.

​"f**k," Caspian hissed, his forehead dropping against hers as he stayed still for a moment, his body twitching with the effort not to finish instantly. "You’re so tight. You’re so f*****g wet for me, Rayna."

​"Move," she whimpered, her hands gripping his hair, pulling his face back to hers. "Elijah, move. Please."

​He obeyed. He started a slow, rhythmic grind, his hips swiveling to ensure he hit every nerve. Rayna’s moans became louder, bouncing off the high ceilings of the Fortress, raw and unfiltered. She didn't care about the echo. She didn't care about the world.

​"That's it, scream for me," Caspian whispered, his voice dark and filthy.

He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more primal. Each hit made the emerald silk of her dress rustle against the wall. "I want everyone to know you’re mine tonight. I want you to feel every f*****g inch of me."

​Rayna’s legs tightened around him, her heels digging into the small of his back as she met his pace. "I'm yours," she sobbed out, the pleasure beginning to coil tight in her lower belly. "I'm yours, Elijah. Fuck... you're so deep."

​Caspian’s hands moved from her butt to her waist, holding her steady as he hammered into her, his thrusts shallow and then devastatingly deep. He was relentless, a man possessed, his muscles rippling under his shirt. "You like it like that, don't you? You like being filled up by me? You're a good girl for me, aren't you? Little Rocker."

​"Yes," she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side. "Yes, f**k me... harder, Elijah. Don't stop."

​The intensity was blinding. The air in the entryway was electric, a storm of silk, sweat, and the heavy, rhythmic thud of his body against hers. Caspian watched her face, his heart soaring at the way she looked- completely unmade, her red hair a wild halo against the concrete, her tattoos blurred by the motion.

​"I'm going to... I'm going to come," Rayna cried out, her body beginning to vibrate, the tension reaching a fever pitch.

​"Do it," Caspian commanded, his voice a roar. "Come for me, Rayna. Let me feel you tighten on me."

​He didn't slow down; he sped up, his thrusts becoming short and frantic. Rayna’s world exploded into a swirl of emerald and white light as her climax hit, her internal muscles pulsing around him in waves of exquisite torture. She screamed his name, her body shaking as she rode out the peak.

​The feeling of her coming was the final trigger for him. Caspian let out a low, animalistic growl, his grip on her hips turning bruising as he delivered three final, devastating thrusts. He buried himself as deep as he could go, his body stiffening as he released, a hot, heavy flood that seemed to go on forever.

​He stayed buried in her, his chest heaving, his forehead resting against the crook of her neck as the adrenaline slowly began to recede. The silence returned to the Fortress, but it was different now. It wasn't the silence of a prison; it was the silence of an aftermath.

​Caspian slowly pulled back, his eyes soft as he looked at her. Rayna was limp in his arms, her eyes half-closed, a dazed, beautiful smile on her lips.

​"You okay?" he whispered, his voice returning to that gentle, protective tone he only ever used for her.

​Rayna reached out, her thumb tracing the line of his lower lip. "I think you're very thoughtful, Elijah," she teased, her voice breathy.

​Caspian let out a short, breathless laugh. He kissed her forehead before slowly lowering her feet back to the ground. Her legs were shaky, and he kept his arm around her waist to steady her.

​"Come on," he murmured, glancing toward the stairs. "Let's get you out of that dress properly. I think the bed is a better idea for round two."

​Rayna smirked, leaning her weight against him as they began to walk. "Only round two? I thought the King had more stamina than that."

​Caspian stopped, turning her toward him with a playful, predatory glint in his eye. "Careful, Rocker. You might find out exactly how much stamina I have before the sun comes up."