Chapter 312 Dry Wood and Raging Fire

Chapter 312 Dry Wood and Raging Fire

The internet was practically exploding—who doesn't love a good story about a power couple from matching elite backgrounds?

Especially when it involved Caspian, that mysterious and powerful figure at Lucent.

Caspian scrolled through the comments, the corner of his mouth lifting into a satisfied smile.

At least they had some taste.

Watching his boss slack off at work for once, Stefan couldn't help but think to himself after seeing him glued to his phone screen all morning: Caspian's iron tree has finally bloomed.

Stefan just wondered when Victoria would finally see Caspian's true feelings and give him the official status he deserved.

That evening, Caspian asked Victoria to dinner.

The venue was, once again, Caspian's place.

A candlelit dinner.

In the quiet atmosphere, Caspian methodically cut his steak, then placed the neatly portioned pieces on Victoria's plate.

The steak was cut into perfect bite-sized portions, arranged precisely on the plate.

Victoria's gaze fell on his long, elegant fingers. Caspian was pouring wine now—such a simple gesture, yet he made it look effortlessly captivating.

He raised his glass, his eyes languid and deep.

"Let's celebrate."

Victoria asked, "Celebrate what?"

Caspian's lips curved. "Celebrate you getting rid of that mess."

That did deserve celebrating. Victoria clinked her glass lightly against his.

The two of them were completely at ease together. Victoria lowered her head to eat while Caspian watched her. When he noticed sauce at the corner of her mouth, he leaned forward without hesitation.

He kissed her lips—a fleeting touch, there and gone.

Victoria froze for a few seconds, then looked up. Caspian had already returned to his seat, regarding her as if nothing had happened.

Victoria: "..."

Caspian said calmly, "You had something on your mouth."

Victoria reminded him, "You could have just told me."

Instead of wiping it away like 'that.'

Caspian's smile deepened as he took a sip of wine.

"Why go through all that trouble when I can just clean it up for you? We don't need to be so formal with each other."

His gaze was teasing and ambiguous, those dark eyes locked onto her, making Victoria's cheeks burn.

She lowered her lashes and absently picked up her glass for a drink, only realizing afterward it was wine.

Perhaps it was the beauty of the night, but Victoria felt Caspian was particularly captivating tonight—those eyes seemed capable of stealing her soul.

Soft music began to fill the spacious room.

Caspian walked over to Victoria and bent down, extending one hand with gentlemanly grace. "Ms. Windsor, may I have this dance?"

His cool eyes sparkled with light, his lips curved in a smile.

His impeccably tailored suit emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the casually unbuttoned collar adding a touch of carefree charm.

The moment Victoria extended her hand, he grasped it firmly.

He placed one hand on her shoulder, the other at her back, and they swayed together to the music in the spacious villa.

Caspian pressed his jaw against her forehead, leaning close to her.

An intimate posture.

Victoria breathed in his appealing cedarwood scent, along with that distinctly masculine presence.

His body temperature was high, and warmth continuously radiated through her palm.

They were so close that Victoria's ear rested against his chest. His heartbeat was loud.

Victoria suddenly pressed against his chest, and Caspian froze for a second, his eyes darkening abruptly as his Adam's apple bobbed.

The heartbeat beneath her ear grew louder and faster.

Victoria looked up. "Your heart is beating really fast."

Caspian didn't deny it, smiling as he asked, "Is it bothering you?"

He was perfectly composed, showing no embarrassment at being caught.

Caspian never hid his physical attraction to her.

Victoria found it oddly amusing—how could someone's heart race so fast while their face remained so calm?

Was he nervous dancing with her?

So Victoria said with equal seriousness, "A racing heart isn't good for your health."

In the dim lighting, her thick lashes were like little brushes, teasing at Caspian.

A man who'd gotten a taste and then gone without for a while was already restless.

Caspian's hand tightened slightly, pulling her closer into his embrace.

Their bodies pressed together without a gap, and Victoria immediately felt something hard pressing against her.

Caspian's breathing grew labored, his voice dropping to a husky rasp.

"I'm not feeling too well in other places either. Would you check those for me too?"

His voice was low, magnetic, drawing out the words.

Victoria's ears burned, the flush spreading from her earlobes down her neck.

Every time Caspian played the rogue, Victoria felt a sense of disconnect.

Was this really the cold, powerful man who controlled the Howard Group?

Victoria pushed against him, trying to create distance, but he caught her wrist instead.

Caspian pressed her against the wall, bending down to kiss her.

This time his kiss was fierce and demanding.

He pried her lips apart, stealing her breath, forcing Victoria to tilt her head back.

Caspian's breathing was ragged, his arousal already evident, the hand at her waist gripping her with visible veins on the back of his hand as he consumed Victoria like a violent storm.

Their heated breaths mingled together. Caspian's rough, burning fingertips set fires everywhere on her body.

When he captured her tongue in a deep, tangled kiss, Victoria's breath hitched, a broken gasp escaping her.

Only when they were both nearly suffocating did Caspian briefly release her.

The next second, he swept her up into his arms.

Caspian kicked open the bedroom door and headed straight for the bed. Victoria clutched his shirt, her tone reproachful.

"I haven't showered yet."

Caspian laughed softly.

Following Victoria's lead, he changed direction and carried her into the bathroom instead.

He turned on the shower, and hot water began to flow.

The small bathroom quickly filled with steam, the large mirror gathering water droplets that rolled down...

The humid air was thick with suggestive tension.

Caspian set her on the vanity and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, revealing his toned muscles.

His eyes locked onto her. Victoria's lashes trembled as her gaze traveled from his prominent Adam's apple down to his clearly defined abs.

He was seducing her.

He casually tossed his shirt to the floor. Caspian was now wearing nothing but his black dress pants.

Black really did make things look bigger, it had to be said.

What had already been standing at attention strained against his pants in an obvious bulge.

His voice was hoarse and enticing.

"Didn't you want to shower? Are you planning to do it with your clothes on?"

Though they'd already slept together, Victoria still felt her face heat up.

Caspian had already removed Victoria's jacket during their earlier kiss. Now she wore only a form-fitting white knit top and light blue jeans.

The jeans hugged her straight, slender legs, and the simple knit top revealed her excellent figure in full.

Caspian pulled off her top with both hands, and Victoria cooperatively raised her arms.

Her fair, smooth skin was completely exposed under the light. Caspian's eyes darkened, his breathing stopping for an instant.

He could no longer restrain himself. His other hand undid his belt buckle and zipper...

The dress pants and jeans were tossed to the floor.

Caspian's kisses rained down densely on her flawless skin, his scorching breath making Victoria's body tremble, half her body going numb.

He quickly aroused her desire, and she gradually melted against him.

The bathroom soon filled with wet, rhythmic sounds.

Time became meaningless, her mind going completely blank.

When she came back to herself—

Caspian lifted her up and carried her under the hot water.

Caspian's voice, rough with desire, was low and husky against her ear. "I've fed you. Now it's my turn."

And with that, he began a new round of possession.

Hot water streamed down their bodies, pooling on the floor...

An hour later, Victoria's entire body ached as Caspian carried her out of the bathroom.

She was wrapped in an oversized bathrobe, her smooth long hair still dripping. Caspian set her on the edge of the bed and retrieved a hairdryer to dry her hair.

He was bare-chested, wearing only a towel around his waist.

His handsome, refined face was filled with lazy satisfaction.

Every time Victoria met his eyes, she couldn't help but remember what had just happened.