Page 72 of Exile

“I really meant it earlier, you know?” she said quietly, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead. “About being proud of you.”

I smiled at her, enjoying her touch. “You know I’d never have gotten here without you.”

She smiled back, a soft, knowing expression on her face. “But you did,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You got here because you had the strength to push through, to try again. To find your way back to what you loved. I just helped you see it.”

I leaned into her touch, the sensation of her fingers brushing against my skin, grounding me in this moment.

“I don’t know if I believe that,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Darwynn. You were the one who made me see that the world didn’t end when I walked away from my career. You reminded me that there’s more to life than what I left behind.”

She pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“You make it sound like I saved you,” she said softly, her voice a mixture of amusement and affection. “But I don’t think you needed saving. You just needed someone who believed in you when you couldn’t see it yourself.”

I chuckled. “I don’t know Darwynn. I think I needed more than belief. I needed you.”

She let out a quiet laugh, her fingers tracing my beard. “Well, I’m glad you had me then.”

I kissed her again, the taste of her lips as familiar as my own breath. There was something in that kiss. A promise. A reassurance. That we were in this together, no matter where the story went.

I started to move again, pulling out of her slowly before thrusting back into her.

She didn’t stop me. Instead, she met every single one of my thrusts.

Her moans got louder, and her nails dug into my back as I thrust harder. I savored every sensation, every little sound coming out of her.

“God, you feel amazing. I could stay like this with you forever,” I groaned, burying my face in her neck.

“Caz, harder. Please…I need more.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. The bed creaked beneath us as our bodies moved together. Darwynn’s breasts bounced with each thrust, hypnotizing me. I cupped one in my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers.

Her walls clenched around me as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. I angled my hips to hit it again and again, drinking in her cries of pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled. “So wet for me.”

“Only for you,” she moaned. “Always for you.”

I captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues tangling as the air around us heated. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

“I’m close,” Darwynn whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

“Not until you’ve come all over my cock, baby,” I promised, fucking her harder.

I slipped a hand between us to rub her clit. Her back arched off the bed as she came undone, crying out my name. The pulsing of her walls around me pushed me over the edge unexpectedly. I buried myself deep inside her as I came, groaning loudly.

“I love you,” I told her, my lips closer to hers.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes looking into mine. “I love you too, Caspian. More than anything.”

I had once been exiled, cast out from everything I thought defined me. But now, I realized, I had found something far more valuable than fame.

Home. And it was with her.

She had healed the parts of me I thought were broken forever. With this new script I wrote, I wasn’t just making a film; I was building a life—our life.

I kissed her lips before pulling out of her and wrapping my arms around her body tightly. She cuddled up to me, both ignoring the stickiness of my cum all over our skin.

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of my exile finally lift. I wasn’t lost anymore. Hadn’t been since she came into my life.

With Darwynn by my side, everything was better.

We had rewritten my story together, and it was only the beginning.