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meanie caleb who holds you down in a mating press !
all of your senses were currently being consumed by caleb. he holds you down, knees pressed all the way up to your chest. his body presses down on you, his weight is heavy but comforting. enveloping you in your own little world, everything you see, touch, and hear, is only caleb.
"fuuuck, this pretty pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" he grunts into your ear.
you can't find it in you to give a coherent response, it's a struggle. breathy whimpers are the only thing you can muster out.
he lets out a small chuckle, "i asked you a question, sweets." his hand moves between your legs to pinch at your clit.
his actions send a jolt through your body and you let out a yelp, "ah- yes all for you 'leb!"
"thaaat's it, good job." his fingers let go of their hold, releasing your poor clit, opting to trace small delicate circles instead. like he's praising you for answering him.
hot wet kisses are placed all over your neck. heat curls up in your lower abdomen while caleb is busy moving his hips back and forth into your cunt. it feels so good but you can't help but lose strength in your legs that he has pinned up.
you whimper and try to adjust his hold on you, moving your legs to see if he'll let you put them down. his lips that were just leaving kisses, begin to bite down. teeth biting down on your soft skin, then using his tongue to sooth over the red marks.
"oh no no no." he whispers into your neck. "gotta keep your legs up baby."
"can't! m'tired hahh." you barely muster up the energy to tell him.
caleb's pace doesn't relent, hips furiously slamming into yours. suddenly you hear a whoosh and caleb looks down on you with a smug smile on his lips.
his evol pins you in place, locked in a mating press.
"you're not done until i say so." he muses as he touches his forehead to yours. his eyes stare at yours, hooded, as he uses his evol to control your body to his whim. the thought of him having full control over your body sends heat to your core.
he continues to rock into you, rolling his hips with precision. hitting the spongy spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. with one deep thrust, his evol took control of your hands, pinning them above your head. his body pressed down further, roughly plunging in and out.
with a few more movements, the coil began to snap. you and caleb groaning in tandem as release creeping over the two of you. you cry out calebâs name as you climax.
the two of you pant, catching your breath. itâs silent, as you both bask in the afterglow. but it's broken when caleb cheekily whispers,
âshall we see what other positions i can keep you in?â
the tension has been building up all evening, but in the best way possible. it started at the restaurant, with calebâs foot playfully tapping yours under the table, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a lazy smile when you tried to steal a bite of his food. then came the drive back in his car, he kept his hand on your thigh the entire time, his thumb tracing light teasing circles into your skin while he casually talked about his schedule like he wasnât driving you out of your mind.
you kept shifting in the passenger seat, laughing softly and leaning over to whisper something entirely too close to his ear, loving the way his jaw tightened even as he laughed and shook his head. got him.
by the time he pulled into his driveway, your heart was doing flips and your panties were most definitely soaked. calebâs usually easygoing grin had softened into something warm, dark and hungry. the second the front door clicked behind you, he doesnât even give you a chance to take off your jacket before pulling you into his chest.
you laugh as he pushes you back against the wall, his body crowding you with a low, happy chuckle that vibrates against your lips. calebâs hands were warm snd impatient as he slid your jacket off your shoulders, eyes glinting with pure affection in the dim lighting.
âyou think youâre sooo funny, donât you?â he murmurs, his voice a sweet raspy rumble. his thumb catches your chin, tilting your face up to press a quick bruising kiss to your lips.
âmaybe i am,â you giggle, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly as your hips press against his. âyou always act so collected infront of me. i wanted to see you lose a little.â
âyeah? well, youâve got your wish, baby,â he chuckles warmly, a sound that makes your pussy throb.
caleb dosenât even take you to the bedroom. he hauls you straight up to his living room couch, scooping you up effortlessly as you laugh and cling to his broad shoulders. he strips you both down in a flash with his evol, his large hands tracing every corner of your naked body until youâre shivering and pulling him closer. caleb drops flat on his back against the cushions, his abs flexing. his cock was full hard, thick and leaking with shiny pre cum that catches the light from the window. your eyes widen slightly as you stare at it. itâs not the first time but it still manages to shock you how big caleb really is.
caleb grins as he catches you staring, grabbing your waist and lifting you up, positioning your wet, swollen folds right over the head of his cock. but he just holds your there, his warm, slick tip teasing the entrance of your cunt, rubbing against your clit with every small twitch of his hips.
âcaleb, please,â you sob happily, head dropping to his shoulder as you try to force your hips down, but his grip on your waist is like steel. âdonât tease me. put it insideeeee. iâm so wet, it hurts.â
ânot yet, pips,â he whispers, a smug, adoring smile on his face as he intentionally rubs his cock back and forth against your soaked folds, swearing your own wetness all over both ofyou. as you twist desperately above him, caleb catches the silver chain around his neck, lifting the cold metal of the tag up to your lips, pressing it down against your bottom one. âopen up, baby. suck.â
you part your lips with a soft gasp, letting him slip it into you mouth. your tongue slides over the metal sucking down on it, tasting silver as calebâs eyes darken at the sight. âgood girlâ he murmurs, thumb catching a bit of saliva at the corner of your lips. âhold onto that fâme while i stretch you out. let me hear you beg through it.â
you let out a muffled, desperate whimper around the metal, your gummy walls clenching around nothing, desperate for him to fill you up. he releases his grip just enough, and you slide down, taking him all at once. your walls stretch painfully wide, fat cock practically splitting you open. a loud, breathless shriek leaves your throat, your whole body shivering as he fills every corner of you, plugging your pussy. you feel so full. so, so full.
âoh god...c-caleb, god, s-so big..â you choke out, your hands pressing hard against his chest for balance as your thighs tremble violently. âyouâre stretching me out so m-much.â
âiâve got you baby, just breathe,â he coos, voice softening with adoration even as his purple eyes burn with hunger. he reaches up, large hands cupping your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears of pleasure. âf-fuck, look at how pretty you look, pipsâ
you lift your hips, sliding up to the tip before slamming back down, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs fills the room, a loud, flithy rhythm that has caleb groaning out loud. you shift your weight and bounce on his cock, taking him entirely each time. the feeling as your toes curling into the couch, your clit rubbing against the base of his shaft.
âmm....just... like that,â caleb grunts, eyes closing and his muscles flexing beneath your hands as you ride him. âyouâre doing so good, pips. so fucking tight, squeeze me.â
âi....hnng!..am squeezing you,â you cry out, pace turning wild and frantic as his mushroom tip keeps abusing your cervix. âcaâleb! look at me.....watch me do this to you.â
he opens his eyes, his pupils completely blown as he watches you above him. his hands fly to your waist, completely taking over the movement. he doesnât let you set the pace anymore. caleb starts shoving his hips upward to meet your downward slams, his dick driving deep into your cunt, bottoming out inside you with intense pressure. with every drive of his cock upwards, the pressure in your stomach builds up, eyes rolling back as his cock rubs against your wet fluttering walls.
âyou feel like heaven,â he rasps, breathing heavy and completely ragged as he fills his tip knocking against your limit. âsoakinâ my thighs, pips. come for me. let me feel your cunt clamp down on me.â
âc-canât.. too much! mmmh, oh fuck, iâm gonna-â you scream, head forwards as your vision goes blurr. you feel like youâre floating, his heavy thrusts hitting your sweet spot snd cervix over and over until you canât take it anymore.
âyes you can, come on, give it to me,â he coaxes, his hands slamming your hips down one last time before pinning you against him, as your body completely shatters.
you arch your back, a loud and desperate whine ripping from your lungs as your orgasm washes over you. the walls of your pussy clench down on him in pulses, pouring your white slick all over him. caleb lets out a satisfied hum at your squeeze, his body going rigid for a second before he shoots his thick, hot cum deep inside you. he holds your down against him, groaning loudly as he spends himself inside your clenching cunt, his seed dripping and overflowing between your legs.
you collapse forward into his chest, burying your flushed face into neck with raggd breaths. caleb wraps his arms tightly around your naked, sweaty body, rolling you both over until youâre tucked securely against him. he peppers your tear stained face with soft, sweet kisses, chest rumbling with a quiet laugh as he buries his face in your hair.
âall that teasing in the car just for you to pass out against my chest like this,â his whispers, a soft chuckle vibrating against your skin. you swat at him. he loves it.
âgoodnight, pips. letâs see if youâre still this brave in the morning.â
mimi : can yâall believe i didnât just dive straight into the smut and actually waited before i let caleb put it in? me neither.
caleb x reader | suggestive
in which a younger you and caleb start to feel things you haven't felt before
âPipsqueak! Drop it!â
You turn away from the fridge abruptly, hiding your hand behind your back. Your fingers close over the egg tart in your palm, just enough to cover it but not crush it.
Caleb has somehow materialized in front of you, blocking your escape. He stands next to the kitchen island, a menacing grin on his smug face. Damn. Heâs caught you.
âDrop what?â you ask, keeping your tone light and innocent. You close the fridge door with one hand, still keeping the other behind your back.
âThe last egg tart,â he states, holding his hand out. âGive it to me.â
You pout, hoping to appeal to him with your pleading eyes. âButââ
âYouâve eaten most of what Iâve made!â he complains with a stomp of his foot. âItâs not fair. Iâve barely had any!â
âBut you can make some more!â you whine. âPlease? Can I have the last one, please?â You draw out the last syllable of your plea, while simultaneously shuffling around the kitchen island.Â
Caleb frowns at you, and heâs about to respond with what youâre sure is another rejection, so you make a break for it before he can say anything. You sprint around the island and past him, the giggles escaping your mouth as you cradle the last egg tart. You hear Caleb grunt, annoyed but amused, as he chases after you. You run into the living area, and he follows you, his arms stretched out, trying to stop you from escaping again.
âGot you now,â he taunts, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He lunges for you, and you sink down to the ground, trying to keep the egg tart out of his reach. You squeal as he pins you down to the floor â thereâs no escaping him. He has you on your back.
âCaleb!â you gasp between giggles. âYouâre gonna squash it!â
âThen let go!â he insists as he straddles you. You try to squirm out of the grip of his legs, but to no avail â you keep forgetting that heâs stronger and heavier than you.
One of his hands grips at your hand holding the egg tart, while the other is trying to find a ticklish spot on your body. You keep squirming, breathless from laughing. His hand makes his way down your torso, your hip and to your inner thigh. It nudges you between your legs, and your laughter abruptly stops, punctuated by a soft moan.Â
Both you and Caleb suddenly go still, a palpable tension suddenly forming in the air between you two. You hear both you and him panting softly, and youâre suddenly very aware of how both of you are positioned â his hand between your legs, his legs straddling your hips.
You meet his eyes and you notice that his pupils have dilated. He shifts slightly, his hips rocking against yours. You can feel him rubbing up against your inner thigh.
âCaleb?â you breathe his name as a question, feeling the warmth in between your legs start to spread. Something in the pit of your stomach stirs, and youâre wondering if he can feel it as he sits on top of you.
He holds your gaze, as if in a trance, then he shakes his head, releasing his grip on you, and stands, turning away abruptly. âKeep it,â he coughs, walking away quickly without looking at you. âI can just make some more.â
You watch as he makes his way down the hallway and back into his bedroom, confused about what had just transpired. You flinch as you hear his door slam, and you look down at the pastry in your hand. Youâre not in the mood for egg tarts anymore.
CW: somnophilia, oral (M) receiving, sniffing but in a freaky way, P in V, he pees inside u and then u pee on him, also u rub ur cum on him, very short but relatable
This is reader ver, Caleb ver will be nextâď¸đĽš
It's rare that he falls asleep before you, he says he can't sleep unless you're sleeping. You don't believe him but you let him be.
When he came home earlier he looked unusually tired, you figure it's stress piling up from work, so you spent the whole evening taking care of him, including milking him until he's dry. After cleaning him up you helped him slip on some pants before he passed out. Content with yourself you went to wash up and get ready for bed.
You come back to the room, there's a bit of light from outside that helps you walk to the bed. You sit on it and look down at your boyfriend, he looks so calm, his whole body relaxed and soft. He doesn't have a shirt on and his pants hang loosely around his hips. Your finger traces from his chest down to the patch of dark hair that trails under his pants. His body shivers and you giggle.
You continue to poke at his body, enjoying the small reactions. He looks so cute when he sleeps, it's honestly unfair, so you decide to punish him. You move down the bed pushing the blanket aside to uncover his legs. You see a small tent in his pants and lean down to kiss it, it twitches a little and the tent grows.
You glance up to make sure he's still sleeping then give it another kiss. It's so sensitive, so easily aroused. You sniff it but not in a perverted way, you're not a pervert you just really love your boyfriend.
You pull down his pants watching his length pop out, it's still half hard, having been used plenty earlier that it can barely stand. You poke it a couple times making it sway, then you take the tip into your mouth. You take your time tasting him, your goal isn't to make him cum after all, you simply wish to spend more time with him.
You drag your tongue across his skin, then press chaste kisses, frowning when you notice he's still too dry. You spit on his length then use your palm to circle his tip, instantly he whimpers and bucks into your touch.
"Good boy" you smile and go back to licking him.
When you reach the base of his length where the patch of dark hair is thicker you sniff again, his scent is stronger there and you can't help but sigh contently. He smells so good but it's missing something important, you.
You crawl over him until you're face to face, then your hand reaches between your thighs to rub yourself. Just by looking at him sleeping so cutely you're drenched. Your hand moves quickly on your bud and you moan over his lips, he's so close that your breaths mingle.
It doesn't take you long to cum, your juices coating your hand. You bring your fingers up to rub some of your cum on his cheek, then on his throat. You press a small kiss on his lips before moving away, hand dipping into yourself to paint his body with your fluids.
Last you leave his half hardness, for that special area you sink down, letting your walls paint him. Once satisfied you shakily pull him out of you despite your body's protests.
With your hand you spread the wetness over his length and draw out some of his own. You watch with satisfaction as they blend together into one. When you lean down to sniff this time you hum approvingly, his scent his perfect now.
But now you're clenching around nothing.
You glance back to his sleeping face, you wonder how much it'd take to wake him up. Surely if you keep your movements slow he won't wake right?
You easily convince yourself, crawling back to straddle his hips. You sink back down moaning softly as he stretches you again. Slowly you begin to rock back and forth, the gentle movement more soothing than alerting for Caleb.
You rest your arms on the sides of his head, looking down at his face. It slightly contorts, small whimpers and whines escaping him, most likely from the sensitivity. His sounds make your greed grow, your body chasing it's release.
"So handsome, p-perfect and all for me" you giggle breathlessly against his lips. "I love you so so much"
"You're mine forever" you bite down a squeal.
Your walls tighten around him, small dribbles of cum shoot from his exhausted length. His body squirms at the overstimulation, his whimpers growing louder until suddenly you feel something else leak into you, a warmer, thinner liquid.
You gasp and look down, trying to see through the dark what it is, but the more it spurts you quickly realize what it is.
You giggle and kiss his cheek, "did it feel that good that you couldn't hold it?"
Of course he doesn't respond but you're happy anyways. You'll always accept anything he gives you just as he'll accept anything you give him. So you shamelessly coat him as well, with the way he pokes at your bladder it isn't hard to.
When you come down from your high you cuddle him, resting your face in the crook of his neck. You let him stay inside of you, right where he belongs. You close your eyes and listen to how his breathing calms down letting it lull you to peaceful slumber.
Caleb u lucky boy đ I love possessive MC 𤤠for Calebs ver tho I think im gonna make him feel rlly guilty and disgusted w himself cause im evil like that
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Slipping out of her bed like she did almost every night when she couldn't sleep, Y/N shuffled out of her bedroom and quietly padded down the hall towards her older brother's bedroom. She gently pushed it open and was met with the familiar glow of violet lights on their dimmest setting, casting a hazy blanket of colour over the nightly shadows. They illuminated the massive desk on one side with all of Caleb's high quality technology that she barely understood, but she loved the large gleaming screens and the way he decorated everything with strips of LEDs, and the tiny paper planes she made for him sitting neatly on one of the shelves.
She could make out Caleb laying half on his side, half on his stomach in his king sized bed, his long lashes like soot against his freckled skin, his broad chest rising and falling subtly where his duvet had rolled down a little. A muscular arm was curled loosely around his pillow, and Y/N's eyes watered for some reason as she saw how soft he looked, fast asleep.
Quietly shutting the door behind her, she moved towards his bed and carefully peeled back a corner of the duvet before kneeling up onto the mattress. She tried not to wake him, but as soon as the mattress dipped beneath her, Caleb shifted, his arm darting out to loop around her waist, and he easily pulled her into his warmth.
âHi gege,â Y/N whispered sheepishly.
He didn't open his eyes, but he smiled sleepily. âHey pips. Always distubinâ my sleep, huh?â
Y/N flushed. âI'll go - â
His arm around her tightened, a contrast to the soft kiss he planted on her forehead. âDon't you dare. Stay right here.â
She giggled and buried her face into the hollow beneath his chin, and she exhaled slowly when he shifted to hold her tight. His hands rubbed her back in soothing circles, hid chin on top of her head.
Caleb chuckled under his breath. âClingy little thing,â he muttered, yet he still pulled her closer, tucking her into him.
Y/N happily rustled her feet around near the bottom of the bed with her contentment.
âGege?â She whispered.
âHmm?â
âLove you.â
Caleb smiled at that. He gently patted her back in a rhythmic motion, one that immediately made Y/N's eyes droop.
âLove you more, pipsqueak.â
âGege?â
He chuckled into her hair. âWhat now?â
âCan you cuddle me more?â
âPips, you're already glued to me.â
ââS not enough.â
Rolling his eyes as a smile crept up on his face, Caleb tugged his sister further into him, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other caressing the small of her back. He threw a leg over her hip, locking her into the stifling warmth present between them both.
âHappy now?â Caleb murmured, peppering kisses all over her head.
PAIRING: prince!caleb x fem!reader
GENRE: medieval au, forbidden romance, slight angst
WARNINGS: non-canon lore, brief discussion of class differences, somewhat heavy religious symbolism, kissing, suggestive romantic tension
WORD COUNT: 2252
SYNOPSIS: prince caleb was never supposed to fall for you, especially not someone the kingdom would never accept. but somewhere between stolen glances and secret meetings, the line between duty and desire starts to blur.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a completely non-canon royal au and is not intended to align with the events or lore of love and deepspace. this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long, and i simply wanted to explore the idea of a forbidden romance through caleb's character in a different way. it's really just a little writing exercise lol. i hope you enjoy.
Kingdoms have fallen and wars have begun over the things people were never meant to possess. Yet perhaps the greatest battles are not fought on fields of blood, but within the quiet chambers of oneâs own heart. For desire is a dangerous thing â especially when it takes the shape of something beautiful, something innocent, something that makes you question every vow you have ever made. The heart does not care for rules or titles or the consequences that await; it only knows what it wants, even when wanting it means risking everything.
For Prince Caleb, the forbidden fruit did not come in the form of an inanimate object or a pursuit of something grander than he was, but rather a person. You were Calebâs dark temptation. An aching, forbidden beauty that enticed every fiber of his being, and it was up to him to decide if heâd be foolish enough to succumb to it, whether he would have the self-control to not let this forbidden feeling consume every bit of his soul.
He could hear his motherâs voice in the back of his mind as it all played out, asking him the same question she had all those times before: will you remain relishing in the paradise that is the Garden of Edenâmy sweet boy, or will you fall victim to the taste of the forbidden fruit?
The answer came to him one dulcet night.
It was in the middle of a placid December, Caleb remembers, when the lilac paint strokes decorated the sky like a masterpiece in the Louvre, the small sliver of sunlight vanishing as quickly as it came, marking the end of another tiresome day. You were there, hair tied in loose braids, dress completely tattered at the hems as you moved gracefully through the marketplace crowd, glistening eyes set on something further than they could reach.
Caleb didnât know what it was about you that was so enchantingâbut something inside of him snapped when he saw you, a fervent yet foreign feeling erupting in the depths of his chest. He had seen his fair share of beautiful princesses and countesses, all of whom had batted their doe eyes at him in hopes that theyâd be the lucky one to capture the princeâs heart, but none of them could remotely compare against the beauty you offered to the universe.
You were, in every way, catastrophically beautiful, as masterfully violent and tempting as the sins he had been taught to stray away from, and no doubt just as alluring as the forbidden fruit in the parable his mother used to recite to him as a child.
And just like Eve, Caleb couldnât fight the temptation to reach out and taste it, just onceâto feel the thrill of holding something he wasnât supposed to touch, to feel the curve of it between the skin of his palms like soft silk, to savour what sin felt like on the tip of his tongue.
Oh, what a lovesick fool he was.
Yet, despite the warning signs, neither Caleb nor you expected to be where you are now, sitting on the wet, muddy grass as you gaped at the pulchritudinous moon, wondering how it all happened so quickly. It had started as a flickering flame, but now before you was a blazing, red-hot firestorm, and there was no point in pretending that either of you possessed the strength to put it out.
Youâd burn with it, for sure, because falling for each other was very much like playing with fireâknowing youâd turn to ashes, yet finding a peculiar sense of comfort in knowing that youâd at least go down in flames together.
When Caleb finally admits his feelings for you beneath the big willow tree just on the outskirts of town, it is like a dam breaking under the weight of a violent storm. Everything that he had bottled inside of him for weeks had spilled out all in one go, and there was nothing to stop it.
âI think Iâm in love with you.â
The silvery moonlight was a diffused ocean above you that night, lessening the inky blackness of the nightfall, but not so bright as to dull the stars that speckled and glittered in the heavens above. It was a breathtaking spectacle, but Caleb does not notice any of his surroundings. He cannot focus on anything but the sight of you looking as mesmerising as ever, wearing that same goddamn dress as when he first laid his eyes on you.
Just the mere sight of you in front of him makes his heart sting, and there are no words in his vocabulary that could possibly explain how much he longs for you to be his.
Caleb didnât know what came over him, but his confession fell out of his mouth before he could even grasp what he had said. Judging by your reaction, he sensed that it was perhaps not the right time to reveal his feelings for you, but it was too late.
You donât answer his confession though, in fact you choose to pretend that you hadnât heard it at all.
âI must leave soon. Thank you, Prince Caleb, for giving me some of the most amazing days of my lifeâmy time with you has been nothing short of wonderful.â
The way you sourly emphasise the word prince leaves Caleb feeling uneasy. It is your way of reminding him that you come from two very different worldsâworlds which are meant to be kept separate.
Caleb feels like he is drowning; not only in the mere absence of sound but in the tide of your breathing, your voice, your warmth. Every bit of him feels as if he has been set alight, and he doesn't want this ardent feeling to end - not yet, for he has yet to savour the taste of this moment. With each look you give him, Caleb comes closer and closer to his inevitable demise.
Fuck, he really was losing it.
âDon't leave, it's only half past twelve.â
âI'm afraid I cannot stay, for I have already wasted enough of your time, but I hope that our paths cross again sometime in the faraway future, Your Highness,â you say, eyes looking anywhere but the prince's face, knowing very well how persuasive he can be. It was those damn eyes - you're sure that you'd give him all of your limbs if he gave you that look, and not even think twice about it. That's how dangerous he was, and the fact that you've fallen hopelessly in love with him makes the bitter aftertaste of the situation grow even more acrid in your mouth.
âWhat if I tell you it's an order? You cannot possibly ignore the order of the prince.â
You don't bother replying, because you know he's right. But still, you cannot taint his reputation because of your inability to distinguish quixotic fantasy from the bitter truth of reality.
Caleb whispers your name to get your attention, his words echoing into the night like some sort of a forbidden lullaby. His face is suddenly so close that you could feel the silhouette of his lips dancing shyly around the shadow of your top lip - carefully, as if he was afraid that you'd break easily at his touch. The way his tongue forms the syllables of your name is enough to ignite the fire residing within your skin, the walls that you had built around your heart slowly vanishing at the sight of how magnificent he looks beneath the somber blue hues of the moon hanging above you.
But you know better than to act on your desires. It hurts to know that you can't tell him you like him too, perhaps even more than he likes you. You can't stand thinking about what they'd do to you and Caleb if they discovered that you were the real reason why he slipped out of his chambers in the late hours of the night.
You don't belong in his world, and Caleb certainly doesn't belong in yours. It shouldâve never happened in the first place, but sometimes fate is cruel enough to unite two souls together only to tear them apart again. This was one of those times, and deep down - you both knew it. You saw the end as it begun, but you were far too deep to even consider backing out of it.
âWhat if I let you steal my first kiss - will you stay then?â he whispers against your mouth, the calloused skin of his finger tracing the line of your jaw delicately. Caleb's eyes gleam with unadulterated affection as he peers at you through the thick blanket of his inky lashes, soft and gentle like the moonlight spilling onto your skin.
âI- I don't want it,â you stutter, swallowing the lump that forms in your throat. âYour first kiss - I don't want it.â
Caleb finds your answer amusing for some reason, the corners of his mouth moving upwards to show the slightest hint of a smile.
âWell that's too bad because I don't want anyone to keep it but you.â
You close your eyes, wishing he wasn't so stubborn about this whole ordeal. He must know that this - whatever this is - can never happen. Neither of you can afford to face the consequences of what would happen if someone found out the prince was fooling around with some peasant. They'd look down on him, no doubt, but Prince Caleb doesn't care.
âIf I let you steal my kiss, youâll keep it safe for me, wonât you?â Caleb says as his lips brush against yours again, and you almost forget how to breathe at the close proximity of his mouth against yours. His twinkling eyes softly dart from your lips to your eyes and back again, and it suddenly feels as if your lungs are filled with nothing but water.
âWonât you, my princess?â
The words make your heart stutter in a way you wish it wouldnât. You know he does not mean anything cruel by it; if anything, the tenderness in his voice makes it all the more dangerous. But there is something painfully bittersweet about hearing such a title from him, because for a fleeting moment, you allow yourself to imagine a world where you truly could be his princess. A world where there were no rules, no expectations, no invisible barrier separating you from him.
But that world does not exist.
And perhaps that is what hurts the most.
You let out a shaky breath when his lips meet yours in a soft, careful embrace. Calebâs lips move sweetly against your own, your skin raising goosebumps as soon as you touch, the foreign yet pleasing feeling sending both of your heads spinning. You have never been kissed before, but for some strange reasonâyou donât feel afraid of seeming clumsy or inexperienced as you move your lips against Calebâs, mimicking his actions. The prince doesnât seem to mind much either, kissing a little harder, holding onto your hips a little tighter.
You pull back again, that rational part of your brain still telling you that this is a territory you shouldnât cross â a mere peasant like you shouldnât meddle with someone who is of much higher status than you, especially not a crowned prince of all people.
âWe shouldnât,â you repeat, even as you automatically lean back into his touch when he brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek. Your actions contradict every single thing you say, and you wish you werenât so vulnerable to his touches.
Caleb, however, is enjoying the effect he has on you a little too much. He presses soft kisses to the corner of your mouth, feeling a thrill at how visibly affected you were, the familiar glimmer swimming in his eyes teasingly at you.
Caleb pauses for a small second.
âJust for one night, let us pretend that there are no titles weighing us down. Iâm not a prince, and youâre not a commoner. It is just you and me, as ordinary as we can be â just for tonight.â
But there was nothing ordinary about the way Caleb touches you underneath the constellation of stars that freckled across the midnight-blue dome, like you are made of candlelight and everything delicate.
Caleb captures your lips in a chaste kiss again and again, the feel of your skin underneath the calloused skin of his palms much too euphoric for him to think of anything else but the burning memory of your mouth on his.
One kiss turns into two, and two into three.
Caleb kisses you until he feels like heâs been kissing you for his whole life, like he didnât know the world before he knew what your lips felt on his.
âIt is yours now,â he whispers to you, the words barely audible as he pulls back away from your mouth, his own lips raw and red from kissing you for God knows how long.
He hopes his words do not get lost between tongue and teeth, hopes that you can read between the lines of what he wishes he had the courage to say. The look simmering in his eyes reminds you of starlight, and you understand the meaning behind his words then â he wasnât talking about the kiss, but his heart.
And if heaven never lets him in, heâll be okay with it â knowing that he had you.
