Heir Of The Sea(Book One)

CHAPTER ONE

London, England 1875

      It was close to midnight. There wasn't anyone on the streets, the smell of leftover rain and cigarette smoke filled the air. There were only two people up at this hour, sitting in her family's barn. They were both laid down on the loft in the barn. The sound of soft giggles could be heard, along with soft words being spoken. They were laying on the little pile of hay.
      "Sing to me?" Windsor shakes her head, a soft giggle escapes her lips.
        Soft lips pressed against her skin. A soft noise left her lips when he kissed her sweet spot. She could feel his grin against her skin. His lips warm against her skin. 
       "Please?" He begged.
        She looks up at her lover. There wasn't much lighting in the room, the only light were the little candles littered around them. The light from the candle didn't show much of his face.
      She stares into his chocolate brown eyes. Her fingers ghosted his skin. Her fingers continued their way up his arm, his muscles contract with each touch. Caspian was starting to grow some facial hair. He was only seventeen, as others in their age groups weren't growing as fast as he was. He was the tallest in their school, as everyone else was just a foot shorter than he was.
Her fingers trailed up his arm and she could feel his scars. He had scars all over his body. He was from the lower class, yet they somehow managed to sneak to see each other. Her mother was always known to have her way. She was spoiled, always getting her way even if you didn't like what she wanted you to do.
      Her fingers stopped at the top of his shoulders. There were red marks littered along his body, a small grin was plastered against her lips at the art she had made on his skin.
       "Windy?" She hums softly in response.
          "Must I sing?" She tilts her head back.
           He stared at her. He could see the marks against her skin, some were turning into a dark purple. The ones that were starting to heal were there once again. He stares at her chest, his calloused hands roaming up her body, making their way underneath her breasts. His fingers were warm against her cool skin.  She flinched at the warmth his hands were giving her, goosebumps littered across her skin from his touch. She sat in his lap. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, as he sat on his knees. His tunic was wrapped around the girl on top of him, but he was still able to see her breasts.
     His fingers were playing with the ends of her ponytail. He loved the smell of her rose scented perfume. Her lips were always soft against his chapped ones. She was gentle, kind, something that he'd always question how she could love someone like him.
           Her hair was in a loose ponytail, some curls framed her face. Her hair was a dirty blonde, almost like the color honey.
           She hums, she was sometimes shy to sing. Whenever he'd request her to sing she'd always get shy, so she'd hum to him whenever she'd be too nervous to sing. Her fingers making their way into his locks of blonde hair.  His hair ended at his shoulders, usually he'd have his hair pulled back into a low ponytail. His hair was naturally wavy, she'd always complain about how his hair was always more beautiful than hers.      
  The front of his hair was sticking to his forehead. He rests his head against her shoulder. She didn't feel like singing tonight, so she would hum to him.
          She continued scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. Her fingernails scratching against his skin calmed him to sleep. His breaths were even, soft snores leaving his lips as she continued to hum softly.
         He didn't have a great childhood. He had three sisters, his mother passed when his younger sister Daisy was born. Their father was a drunk, so it was up to Caspian to protect his family. Caspian would always have new bruises littering his body, something he was always embarrassed about. MiMi was the one who would always clean up Caspain's wounds if Windsor wasn't able to. She would use whatever they had on hand, but they were running low on medicine. Windsor let's out a sound, causing Caspian to jolt awake.
     "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake up." She whispered softly. Her fingers leave his hair as he gets up.
       "I forgot-" She gets out of his grasp.
         A sound of protests left his lips as the warmth was gone.  Cold air nipping at his skin. Goosebumps arose against his skin. She went to her bag that was resting on top of some hay.
         "What is it?" He asks, she shooed him away.
            "Don't look!" He rolled his eyes, but complied.
            "Open!" She whispered.
             His eyes opened. In her hands was wrapped a book, a small book. She had written everything for MiMi and him in case either of the siblings were injured. She made them a small book full of tips. MiMi goes to a healer, Vanya was an older woman. She would teach her how to use herbs properly, and so in the book she wrote down herbs that she could find in the town.
         He laughed softly. The book was wrapped neatly. Her knees dug into the hay, some stuck against her bare lower body, but she didn't care. Caspian opened the wrapping that was made with care. Caspian would always have her wrap gifts for his siblings, as he wasn't very great at it.
        He looked back up at her.
        "I can't take this." He said, causing the girl to frown.
         "You can, and you will! Do you know how long it took to write that book?" She knew how he was. He was too prideful in himself to accept help from people.
         "Windsor." She continues to stare at him, no emotions in her features.
           "No." He pursed his lips, and she continued to push it towards him.
             "MiMi still needs to learn. She is only fourteen, she needs this. Stop being stubborn and take it!" Caspain knew he wouldn't win, so he just took the book.
              She made sure to add lots of details in the book. To draw out the herbs that MiMi would need.  She drew the ones that weren't okay, and the ones that were  used for poison oak rash, and many others that she could learn.
              "I'll give this to her tomorrow." She grinned, knowing that she had won yet again.
                His heart fluttered against his chest. He couldn't figure out why she wanted to help him so much. They were poor, barely surviving. She could do so much better, yet she stays every time.
               "Why do you love me?" He asks.
                 She stopped, the smile on her face faded quickly. He hates himself for always bringing this topic up. Thinking that she'd finally leave him, and to marry a wealthy man. A man that would treat her to fancy dinners, buy her expensive jewelry. Instead he made her a locket, one that took him only five months to make. It was a small locket, but one she would wear whenever they were together. Or she would wear it depending on the outfit she would wear.
           "Why do I love you?" She repeats his question, not sure if she heard right.
             She hated how he'd always question her love for him. She loved him, even if he didn't think he was worthy enough for it.
             "You're kind, you care for those you love. You make me these amazing jewelry. You treat me better than any other men in the village. I mean, my mother still wants me to marry Alaric." Saying his name left a bad taste in her mouth.
               "You love me, truly, love me. You taught me how to feel love, and how to give it. You were my first kiss, my first time, my first love. I couldn't trade it for anything, I don't know why you keep trying to push me away." She said all of that in one breath, letting out a heavy breath.
         Her voice got a bit louder, spooking some of the animals.
          He stayed silent, not knowing what else to say. He noticed her eyes began to gloss over, her chest heaving slightly. She was trying to control her breathing. She hated how he would always think he didn't deserve to be loved. It always made her upset, something he knew, but he didn't intentionally mean to hurt her.
          "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He wraps his arms around her small frame.
            She felt smaller in his arms. She felt safe. Her hands were fisted against his chest. Her cool hands resting against his chest.
            "Stop talking like that." Her voice cracked, along with his heart.
          "You're all that I want, can't you just accept it?" Her words were laced with anger.
            "I just want you to know that you could leave whenever you want." Her punch was weak, as he punched his chest.
            "Well I'm not leaving!" Her voice got louder.
             "I've stayed for three years. I'm not leaving, even if my mother would find a way to separate us, I'll find my way to you again." She promised.
              Caspian looked up, his chin resting on top of her head. His fingers raked through her hair. Her body shook lightly in his arms as she silently cried.
              "Just stop, please. It hurts me, I hate how you belittle yourself like this." He barely heard her, but he heard every word she had said.
                "I promise." She clung closer towards the man. 
                  "Please stay, don't leave." She begged, knowing that he would have to sneak out of the barn.
                 She knew that it wouldn't happen. They would both have to go back to their old lives. She was the Mayor's daughter, she was meant to marry a wealthy man who could take care of her. Her father buys his swords from his family. Caspian was a blacksmith, who learned from his father. His father used to be kind, and taught him at a young age how to make swords. At the age of thirteen his mother passed away two days after giving birth to Daisy. His father became reckless, abused his children and blamed the death of their mother on Daisy the most. Daisy was five now, she didn't know any better as Caspian would always take the punches for her. Caspian was only sixteen then. He had learned how to defend himself, learning how to protect his siblings from their father.
                 "You know I can't." She sighed, her breath fanning against his skin.
                   "I still have your shirt." She teased, a ghost of a smile graced her lips.
                     Her cheeks were a rose pink. He grinned at her, she pokes his dimples that formed at the corner of his cheeks. She always did that, as she loved his dimples. Her fingers drag from his dimples to his plump lips. They were more plump, as they were swollen from their heated kisses from the previous activity. Her thumb pulled at his bottom lip, a soft pop left from his lips. A soft giggle left her lips, as she nudged her nose against his. Their foreheads were connected as she ghosts her lips over his. His hands were squeezing at her hips. He was trying to sneakily take off his white tunic.
                  She knew what he was doing. She placed her hands on top of his that were on her hips. They stared into each other's eyes, as she gave him a playful smile. Her eyes twinkled in the night. Caspian knew to never say no, she was like a siren. She would always find a way to get you to do as she says. He knew staring into her eyes was the wrong move. He was like  putty in her hands. She was always good at getting her way.
        "Give in." She mumbled against his lips.
          He shook his head. A disappointed sigh leaves her lips, as she gets up out of his grasp. The tunic was just past her thighs. Her legs were on full display. You could see her nipples through the tunic, as the cold air hit the sensitive bud. She placed her hands on her hips, as she tried to think of a way to make him stay. She tiptoes along the cold wood, and hay. Caspian watched, as he was waiting for her next move. She pointed her finger in the sky, her mouth opened as she thought of something. She faces the blonde boy in front of her. He was still in the same position, except this time he has his pants on, along with his beat up boots that have holes all over them. She noticed, as she made a mental note to buy him new ones. Her fingers raked over her body, she played with the single button that was closed.
       "This is no time for games Windsor." She clicked her tongue at him.
         She hated her name, yet when he says it her heart melts. She knew he was staring at her. He was hypnotized, she had him right where she wanted him.
          "Stay?" He shakes his head. She sighed, buttoning two buttons.
             "Windsor!" The boy protested.
             "Stay." She demanded.
               Again, he shakes his head. The shirt was almost fully buttoned, as he couldn't see her bare chest anymore. The only button that was still open was the top of her cleavage. She slowly rides up the tunic. Giving him a glimpse of her bare thigh, moving her leg slightly to give him a slight view of her butt. Caspian couldn't take it, so he grabbed the girl's waist. A shocked noise escaped past her lips.
              "Stay?" His lips clashed against hers, she knew what his answer was.
               Teeth clashed against each other, tongues fighting for dominance. Soft moans leaving her lips as his hands roamed her body. Caspian's hand was underneath her thigh, pushing her leg open. His knee going between her legs, a breathy moan leaves her lips at his touch. His hands were cold, they were no longer warm. His rough hands trailing along her inner thighs, ghosting over where she needed him most. She jolts slightly. He grinned like the Cheshire cat, knowing the effects he gives her. He cups her pussy, a guttural moan leaves past her lips. He was quick to quiet her moans with his lips against hers.
                "You're like a siren, always finding a way to get me to stay." She smiled into the kiss.
                   "I like getting my way." She says.
               A gasp leaves her lips. His finger formed soft circles on her clit. His mouth leaves hers. His tongue licked down her neck, moving the tunic off of her. Her nipples hardened as cold air touched them. He licked between her cleavage, then to sloppy kisses. Her breathing was labored, wanting more of him.
                "Cas-" She squirmed below him, she didn't know where to touch him.
                  "Sh." She quiets down.
                    He entered two fingers inside her, she clenched around them. They both let out a groan at the feeling. Her legs began to shake, as he began to pump his fingers. They were too slow for her liking. She liked it when he was rough, she didn't like the slow pace. He knew that she didn't, but sometimes he liked to see her squirm, and loved to get a rise out of her. This was the only time that he was able to control her. The only time he won't let Windsor boss him around.
                She claws at his skin, the tunic long forgotten in the small  haystack. Neither knew what time it was, as it was the last thing on both of their minds. His pace quicker, but not fast enough, he wanted this to last. Her mouth formed an 'o' shape, her eyes squeezed shut. Her cheeks were flushed along her copper colored skin. She struggled to form words.
              "Cas-" She moaned, his pace was faster now.
                The sound of his fingers echoing inside her pussy echoed in the barn. He lowers himself. His face was met with her pink pussy. He softly blew against the swollen nerve, she jolted once again. She clenched against his fingers again, her toes curled.
                  "Fuck-" He takes his fingers out.
                    "Caspian what the fuck?" The girl was so close to the edge.
                      He had a wolfish grin on his lips.
                      "I was close!" She whined.
                        Caspian looked up at the whining girl above him. She had hay in her hair, she was leaning on her elbows to look at him. She had an annoyed look on her face, her lips were in a pout, yet he couldn't help but find her beautiful still.
                         "Sorry, I just wanted to get a reaction." He said jokingly.
                        "You prick!" He laughs, as she slapped his bicep.
                           She was sick of being the bottom, she knew why he loved being the top. As he was always in control, but this time she wanted to take the lead. She pushed the half naked boy, and he was now on his back. She was straddling his waist. She could feel his hard-on against his pants. He looked up at the girl, and realized why he never thought of her above him (of course he did, but it just never came to when they had sex).
         He had a full view of everything. She had an hourglass shaped body. Everyone in the village was jealous of her beauty. All the men would gauk at her. That was something Caspian didn't like, as he was possessive, and didn't like when other men fantasize about his lover.  She was his, and only his. Something that he was proud of. He loved her, and would do absolutely anything for her. His large hands were on her stomach. Both of his hands fit perfectly, his hands were the size of her midsection, as he raised his hands to her breasts. He groped both of them, a moan escaping her mouth. A beautiful sound he wished he could hear everyday. He pinches her nipples, as she begins to rock her hips.
    She lets out another moan, her hands resting on his knees. Caspian moves her hair that fell over her breasts, his fingers ghosting over his nipple in the process. Windsor lifts her hips, placing her hands on his chest as he takes off his pants. His boots were already off when she started to roll her hips against him. She could feel how hard he his through the fabric, she didn't know what came over her, but she just wanted to feel him, all of him. Her hands stayed on his sinewy chest.
         Caspian couldn't take it, wanting to be above her. Windsor continues to rock her hips against his clothed cock. She squeezed her breasts. She couldn't stop, loving the friction against her clit. Caspian ended up throwing her off of him, and he was now hovering above her. She was shocked, as she stared at him wide eyed.
           He ended up taking the last layer of clothing, and quickly entered himself. He placed a hand over her mouth as she was about to scream. She moans against his hand, he pounds into her. She couldn't form any words, not even a moan. The feeling was euphoric as the man above her made love to her.
          "I love you." He repeated like a mantra.
            He was leaning on his forearms, his forehead pressed against her shoulder. Her hands pulled at his hair as she tried to form words to repeat the same three letters back.
            "I'm close!" Was the first words she was able to form in the last two minutes.
              Her stomach felt tight, she felt like she was going to explode if she waited any longer.
              "I love you." She said in between heavy breaths.
               He continues to pound his cock into her, as she tries her best to stifle her cries. 
               The cord snaps, as she cums. She wasn't expecting it to be so sudden, as she would usually warn him. She lets out a cry, as Caspian soon cums inside her. They both groan, as they relax after their second orgasm of the night.
              "I love you." She says.
               His hair was drenched in sweat, as he rested his head against her dewy chest. His breath was hot against her skin.
                "I love you." He repeats back.
                  She continues to rake her fingers. Her fingernails lightly scratched at his scalp, his breaths were slow, as he was now sound asleep. Soon enough, her eyes were also beginning to flutter shut. Sleep taking over as she finally gets to sleep with the love of her life.