I am ruggedly handsome.

Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

The touch of his fingers, so rapid and quick between her legs, was magnetizing. She moaned softly, inner thighs twitching as his kisses hypnotized her. He really was good at this, she thought, though any other kind of thought at that point was completely and totally lost on her.

"Rick," she moaned, chest heaving with labored breath. His kisses, wet and sensual, lighted a fire in her heart she did not know she had. It was passionate and desiring; steady and building. The fire centered in her hips, slowly spreading to warm her entire skin a flushed pink.

It did not take Kate long to realize where his lips were planning to go, which created a whole new wetness to start in between her legs. “Castle,” she sighed, hips grinding into his hand. His knuckles brushed against her roof, reaching deep inside of her to touch the most sensitive spot of her. “Castle, oh, oh, Rick.” She closed her eyes just as his tongue met her hot clit.

A burst of electricity hit her, powerful and wonderful. The fire doubled as his lips started to trace her clit and his fingers went in and out of her at a faster and faster speed.

Her climax was only moments way. Eyes closed in pleasure, mouth opened in an o that could speak nothing but pleasured moans and sighs of his name, and hips grinding into him, Kate was so, so near her finishing point.

Her moment came hard and fast and powerful with a loud, cracking moan of Castle in the air. She melted back against the bed, chest aching a little from the lack of oxygen that could reach her lungs.

"Oh, Rick…Oh, Rick," she murmured, eyes still closed.

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The closer she came, the more intent his eyes became on watching her. His tongue rolled, alternating between quick and slow motions and his fingers curled inside of her. She was so beautiful, so enchanting. When her release came his mouth dislodged as he became entranced with the way her body reacted to the explosion. He continued his thrusts through her tightening muscles, his lips moving further to press kisses against the inside of her thigh as her breathing became labored. He slowed his hand to a stop and extracted his fingers. As he moved back up the length of her body, he licked the residue off of his fingertips and stared down at her carefully.

"So beautiful," he whispered again, leaning down to kiss her chastely. He shifted a knee between her thighs. He slid his fingers through her hair, smiling softly down at her as his other hand moved to trace shapes against her thigh. He let her relax for a moment, casually brushing wild kisses against her lips.

When she was completely bare before him, all of her for all of him, all Kate could do was smile. Seeing the amazement in his eyes spoke for all the words in the world. There was not a phrase, not a word, her lips could utter to inspire anymore tenderness in his touch or softness on his lips. Only her own fingers, her own lips could speak for her now. So, she spoke with the last tools of communication she had left.

As he laid down beside her, just as bare as she was, too, her fingertips ghosted over his biceps, speaking millions of words that her mouth lost the ability to speak. He was so beautiful, she thought. How could he love her so much? How could he care so much? Would he run when she woke him up with her nightmares, shaking and screaming beside him? Would he run when he realized the depth of her grief, of her pain? Would he run when he cradled her soul and came to see that all he was holding was the shell of woman?

His lips met hers, though, and she felt peace in her mind that a nightmare could never take from her. His hand caressed her cheek, and her pain melted away into a song that soothed her strife. His fingers trailed along her thigh, and her soul finally filled with the thing she had been missing for years: meaning. Love. Passion. Vision. A dream that was finally becoming tangible in her arms; a true happiness that brought vitality back into her eyes.

"Castle…" she sighed into his lips, the warmth of his mouth fading into hers. His fingers inside her, knuckles curled aptly to bring her pleasure, drove her crazy in the most beautiful kind of way.

"Oh, Rick. Oh, oh, Rick."

#p: every one of me #detectivekatecaskett #nsfw

To think that she had accepted him for who he was, it was extraordinary. Kate was extraordinary. The way she saw herself was so flawed, but he saw her in the most beautiful of lights. She was so beautiful, so smart, so intelligent; so his. The same thoughts rolled around in his mind again and again as his ability to think clearly faltered. His fingers dipped in and out of her while his lips tasted the sweetness of her skin and they lowered still.

He coated the valley between her breasts with open mouthed kisses, lowering to the top of her belly. His hand moved faster, fingers coating in her wetness and he prompted the entrance of another, moving the slightly shorter digit alongside as he curved his knuckles inside of her, brushing against the roof. He dipped his tongue inside of her belly button teasingly, and then moved for the gold.

For only a moment, he let himself listen to the sounds of her pleasure. Her voice was soft, silky and beautiful. Even after he listened to it, he wanted more. He lowered his lips to the top of her legs, dipping his tongue to drag across her swollen clit gently. He pushed it further still, wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub and rolling his tongue around the circumference as his fingers intensified in speed.

She was beautiful when she smiled, when she laughed, when she cried. He could only imagine she would be beautiful when she came around his fingertips, too.

Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

Was she in love with him? As he held her like this, though, and touched her like this, and kissed her like this, Kate could feel her heart fall even faster, even harder for him and his beautiful soul. Her lips sighed against his jaw, kissing any patch of skin her lips could reach. All she wanted was him. The past few months proved that to her.

His shoulders tensed as he reached for her clasp. Smiling, she arched her shoulders for his ease. Bras were a contraption that men were never going to get used to, she thought to herself with an amused smile. Her smooth fingertips traced his cheekbones, her lips pressing softly against his forehead to let him know he could take his time.

Kate settled back against the pillows as he lifted her bra away. Now almost bare before him, she felt both completely vulnerable and completely secure in his strong embrace. His hands, his lips, his tongue against her breasts, worshipping, kissing, suckling, elicited a sensual sigh from her lips.

She was a little thankful she wasn't wearing her belly button ring, or her entire stomach would be alight with sensitivity. His touch and murmurs soothed her soul, and with his hands on her hips...it drove her a little crazy. Gently, she tilted the curve of her hips up, giving him silent permission to take off her thin underwear. She wanted him to have the entirety of her.

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Hooking two fingers underneath the material, he tugged it down, gently and slowly, watching her eyes the entire time. When the material hit her ankles, he hooked them off and tossed them behind his shoulder, moving back to hover over her. In the moonlight, he could only see the traces of her bare body, but what he could see was absolutely beautiful. She was absolutely beautiful. How he'd gotten this lucky, he'd never know. He shed the remainder of his clothes, moving to lay beside her as he tenderly cupped her cheek, leaning to brush their lips together. Slowly, his hand moved from her cheek, tracing a short line to the v of her legs. He pressed his hand in between, nudging them apart slowly, their lips never parting. His finger nudged her labia apart, dipping into the pool of wetness there. He traced her entrance, the smell of her lust a catalyst for his movements as he slid a finger inside her slowly. Her muscles contracted around the intrusion but alas, he pushed further until his knuckle pressed forward and he curled inside of her. His lips danced against hers as he extracted the finger slowly, pushing it back in just as slow and he lowered them slightly to her jaw, then her neck, biting lightly at the skin there. While this night was about the both of them, he was more concerned about her enjoyment of it.

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Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

Kate had a varied life of sex; there were times when it was sex, there were times when it fucking, and there were times when she had made love with another person. This moment with Castle was so much more than any of those—it was a connective moment where two people who truly cared about each other were absolutely reverent over their lover’s body. And every kiss, every touch of Castle’s was absolutely worshiping. She’d never been touched liked that—hell, she’d never been loved like this.

His kisses, though sensual and passionate, healed her pained and lonely soul. So many years of nothing but agony; so many years of nothing but grief that she never let heal. And then Castle strolled into her life with that childish smirk and eyes that read her every feature and the smile that melted away her pain and he simply took her breath away. Rick Castle, gifted rookie, single father, loving son, and supportive boyfriend, slipped his hands into her heart and brought vitality back into her eyes.

What would I ever do without you? She thought and softly cupped his cheeks. His lips were tender and sweet as the kiss deepened. His hands explored her body with kindness and softness and care—a care that lit her soul alight. Then his palms met her breasts and her lips paused as pleasure, burning and electric, started to slowly build.

"Oh, Rick," she sighed into his lips, hands trailing to pull his chest as close to hers as possible.

With every movement they made, coercing each other further, he felt his heart fall a little further in love with her. He’d once thought it impossible, but since then she’d proved many times over that there was no such thing as falling in love with a person once or twice. No, to him, falling in love with Kate was something that happened almost daily. Her smile, one of his most favorite things, captured him each time it shone; her scent engulfed him and her skin, soft and smooth as he caressed it underneath his fingertips, was a feeling he’d never get used to.

Perhaps he’d longed too long to be with her, and that every moment he spent, especially moments like these, were moments he equally wished he could pinch himself to ensure it wasn’t all a dream. Carefully, he moved one hand in behind her, flicking his fingertips underneath the back of the clasp and then began removing the clip lightly. He wasn’t inexperienced, but the contraption that females called brassieres were quite literally Satan’s playground, and even with deft fingertips, he struggled to remove the contraption. When the sound of the clasp collapsing around his fingertips, he let out a sigh of relief.

He moved his hands back around, fingering the straps as he broke the kiss and glanced down at her. Rick was always careful, but especially now. It didn’t matter how strong Kate Beckett was, he planned to treat her like her like a queen at every step. Without hesitation in either of them, he tugged the straps down and discarded the fabric somewhere to the side of the bed. His hands moved back to her breasts, now uncovered before him and he let out a soft pant as he pressed a kiss in between them. She was so beautiful, so right; so his. “Kate,” he breathed softly before attaching his mouth to her nipple.

Lightly grinding his teeth against the nub, he suckled until it stayed erect in his mouth and then moved to the other, patiently repeating the action. His lips moved further south still, tongue lapping around her belly button. At any point, any demand, and he’d separate, but as he hovered along the rim of her jeans, hands moving to push the button through its slot, he didn’t wait for hesitancy. “I love you,” he breathed as he pressed a kiss to her lower stomach. “I love you.”

Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

His kisses both drove her insane and centered her; warmed her soul and cooled her nerves. They were soft, they were gentle—they were the kisses of someone who loved every bit of someone and was never going to leave her. They were kisses of passion and they were kisses of adoration and they were kisses of promises.They were kisses that quickened the fast and thrilling freefall she was in as she fell more and more in love with him.

His hands paused at her hips, fingers hooked in the waistband of her jeans. Kate opened her eyes and looked down at him. He really was concerned about her consent, wasn’t he? Kate swallowed and sat up a little. Softly, she cupped his cheeks. She paused for a few moments, getting caught up in his beautiful, loving eyes. Leaning forward, she kissed him soothingly, her kiss speaking again for words that couldn’t reach her lips.

It’s okay. I trust you. Completely and totally.

Slowly, she moved her hands down to her jeans, resting over his. With care, Kate pushed her jeans down with him, letting him now she wanted this just as much as him.

All of his love poured through his lips into hers, everything he’d ever felt, every insecurity; all lost in the intense feeling of her undeniable love for him. It was strange to think that they’d come this far, become these people. But it was so right; he wouldn’t trade any second of it for the world. He wouldn’t trade her for the world. "So beautiful," he whispered, ensuring her that she was. "So very, very beautiful."

As her jeans slid down her legs, he detached their lips briefly, moving with the motions of the fabric and then tugging them off her legs. He tossed them somewhere behind him and placed a kiss to her calf, moving a slow line with his lips up the side of her leg. All for you, he thought as his kisses lead to her hips, then to her belly, moving forward to the valley between her breasts. Everything I do is for you.

He joined their lips again, pressing their body together. His hands roamed as their lips moved together, tracing each and every area of the newfound skin. She was nearly completely bare before him, something he’d never seen before and while she was beautiful – so beautiful – it was the last thing on his mind. To him, pleasuring her was the most important step. While the blood had already long located between his legs, he ignored the discomfort and slid his hands to cup her breasts, gently palming them through the fabric.

Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

She kept his gaze as they unbuttoned his shirt together. It was a tender, sweet moment that took her breath away. She sighed softly, fingertips shaking a little at the weight of the intimacy. Then his lips were back on hers and everything stopped again. Her head stopped spinning and the world stopped dizzying her and all Kate had to worry about was them.

Kate wrapped her head around his shoulders and neck tightly as he lifted her up. it was not a hungry, passionate lift—just a lift that begged her to come closer to him for the sake of coming closer. And Kate would stick them together as long as she possibly could.

He laid her down with the utmost care that took her breath away again. Just…his care. His touch. All she could do was kiss any spot of skin her lips could reach and touch her fingertips to any curvature of his body that was close.

To him, Kate was the most precious thing of all; he kept a slow face with each of his movements, his hands sliding across the newly found flesh. Her skin was soft, such a contrast from the normally hard exterior she sported, but yet so familiar. With each patch that was exposed, his heart raced a little faster inside of his chest. To be here with her, it was the most fantastic thing he could imagine.

His lips moved to paint her collarbone while his hands moved in between them, deft fingertips working at the button of her jeans. He lowered his lips still, brushing past the lacy fabric of her brassiere and the dip of her flat stomach to the rim of her jeans. As the button was released, he pulled the zipper down and peppered kisses along the top of her panties.

Rick moved his hands to the top of her jeans, eyes instinctively flicking up to meet hers. They'd never been this close personally, never flesh to flesh. And he needed her with every fiber of his being but any sign of hesitation and he would stop. He respected her far too much to push her past her limits.

Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

Kate gasped into his lips, but still pressed herself close to him. With the way she constantly wanted him close for support, she always found herself wanting him close like this. She’d been in relationships where it was all sex and it always ended up fizzling out when the lack of trust would start to expose itself.

With Castle, though, and how close they found themselves so quickly, Kate wanted to be like this with him for the intimacy. For the soft touches and kisses where they would open up to each other…all she wanted was to be with Castle like that.

The warmth of his arms against her bare waist set her skin aflame. She massaged the back of his neck with her hands before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt. This…this was beautiful in its own special way.

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Momentarily, he broke their kiss, looking down at her ministrations with a careful eye. His hands loosened from her back, covering her own fingers with his as he eased each button out of it's slot, letting the material slide down his arms seconds after. His lips pressed back to hers and his arms hooked in under her thighs, lifting her up as he walked toward the bed.

He laid her back, crawling on top of her as he ran his hands from their spots on the back of her thighs to her sides. Careful to not apply too much pressure to her, he pressed his lips against the crook of her neck. This moment was so precious; so much so that he wanted to record every single crevice, every single curl. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, inside and out.

Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

She was actually kind of surprised that this was their first time, but yet again, they really didn’t get to see each other a lot between the precinct and Castle being a dad. Kate understood, but she found herself missing him a lot.

The kiss broke and Kate pulled her face away a little. Was he okay? Was he comfortable? Did he want to do this? She licked her lips and looked up into his eyes. They were eyes that seemed to know everything about her, know everything in her heart and soul, in just a few moments.

Softly, Kate touched her fingertips to his lips, tracing their full curves. “Of course,” she whispered, looking back up into his eyes.

You’re my everything.

Slowly, Kate stepped closer to him and leaned up to kiss his lips that centered her entire world. His fingertips on her back, tracing shapes, warm and slow and soft, kept her grounded in that moment.

Her admission caused him to crush her against his chest again, lips seeking hers in the darkness. He'd never allowed himself to get too close to her like this, unsure of if he would be able to stop if she willed him to do so. For so long, he'd wanted to be with her like this, a selfish thought of him because sex wasn't a relationship and it certainly wasn't theirs. But the way she made him feel like he was on fire with a simple touch, he just wanted, needed, craved more of her.

His hands slid up further in under her shirt, gently tugging it over her head and tossing it somewhere next to them, their lips briefly disconnecting. Once the garment was removed, his lips searched again for hers, wrapping his arms around her bare waist. My always, he thought as he rubbed his hands down her back, slowly moving back toward the bed.

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Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

Kate looked around in the darkness and swallowed hard. It was a little hard to see, but romantic and soft. It was…thrilling. She turned around to look at him and smiled. He probably couldn’t see her very well, but she couldn’t help but smile at him. He made her happy. Her made her feel safe.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she was suddenly pulled so close to him. Kate licked her lips and looked up into his eyes. Even in the dark, he entranced her.

You have me completely. You always have.

His lips met hers and her heart quieted. This was familiar—this was peace.

Even in the darkness, he knew each and every curve and dip of her body, yet there was so many undiscovered areas. He'd never push her further than she was willing, always double check before he tried something different. She was too perfect to push away. He wanted nothing more than to keep her as close as possible, always.

He broke apart from their kiss after a moment, eyes piercing through the darkness to find any uncertainty in hers. "Are you sure?" His voice is a whisper, his fingertips drawing shapes against her back as he watched.

You're the light in my darkness.

Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

Don’t ever leave me. I didn’t know how to really smile, or be happy, or laugh. And you’ve brought me all of those things. Don’t ever leave me.

Kate looked back up at him, breathless again from the sincerity and emotion in their kiss. She paused for a few moments, unable to answer, really. “Y-yes,” she breathed, completely caught up in the sincerity in his eyes.

Take me.

Overwhelmed by the beauty of her reaction, he was startled for a moment. A million and a half things ran through his mind as he slid his hand away from her back, the other moving to grip her hand. He disentangled their limbs and stood up first, tugging her up gracefully. Take it, take it all; take all that I have.

Rick led them in the direction of his bedroom, closing the door behind them when they moved inside. In the darkness, he could only see the faint outline of her skin but his hand, still clutching hers, tugged her flush against him. His lips lowered to hers slowly, carefully moving his hands back in under her shirt.

Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

The touch of his hands were soon driving her close to insanity. Kate broke the kiss momentarily, just for few moments to breathe. She rested her forehead against his, eyes closed and breathing slowly. I am all yours and you don’t even really realize it, do you? Do you know how much I need you? Because I need you…

Kate went back to kissing him, opening her mouth slightly, letting his tongue in. The kiss deepened and it brought her nerves aflame. Passionately, hungrily, Kate wrapped her arms around his back and pressed him flush against her.

"I’m all yours," she murmured, one hand massaging his neck.

As their kiss broke, his lips moved against hers cheek, rubbing his fingers against her back as he nuzzled his nose against hers. It felt different, yet so comfortable to be entwined with her, in mind and body and soul. Every move she made, he mirrored, every thought that rolled through her mind, and it was like he could hear it. I don’t know how to live and breathe without you. You’re the air in my lungs, the reason I keep moving… you’re everything, Kate. And you have no idea.

Rick’s mouth descended back upon hers, his tongue slipping inside of her mouth quickly and quietly, rolling against hers as their kiss deepened. He pulled her tighter, her chest against his. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he glanced down at her, eyes hooded with lust. “Want to move this somewhere more comfortable?”

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And I raised my hand as if to show you that I was yours That I was so yours for the taking I'm so yours for the taking That's when I felt the wind pick up I grabbed the rail while choking up These words to say and then you kissed me...”

Every One Of Me || castlesrichards & detectivekatecaskett

She cradled his head in her hands, her thumbs softly running back and forth over his cheekbones. His words took her breath away and his eyes delved deep into her soul. Kate sighed with a breathless smile and leaned up to kiss him in gratitude.

You have ruined me, the kiss said. You have completely and utterly ruined me and I am falling in love with you at an inhuman speed.

As she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing him close, her hands against his back said, You love me so much and yet I need you even more. I need your smile every day and I need that good morning, good night, I’m sorry you had a horrible day, I love you coffee. I need you like I need to breathe so please, Richard Castle, take me and don’t look back.

His fingers massaged the back of her head as their lips moved together, one hand moving to slide underneath the thin material of her shirt. It was different, somehow, compared to their other chaste kisses. He needed more, needed all of her around him. His lips broke from hers momentarily, turning slightly as he slipped his hand from her hair and moved it to her thigh, tugging her closer. His lips returned back to hers just as fast, his one hand rubbing small circles on the small of her back while the other moved in unison against the fabric of her jeans. His tongue dragged against her lips, silently demanding entrance.

I was so yours for the taking. I'm so yours for the taking. He had, irrevocably, been hers since the moment she'd walked into his life. And there were no regrets, no turning back. "All mine," he whispered against her lips, pressing her body closer to his.