He tastes like salt water and divinity. Like the sea god came down from the heavens to pour life into my parched soul with his salinated kiss. Every mouthful brings me closer to full submersion. I could drown in him and thank him for the gift.
My fingers tangle in Cal’s dark hair as I pull him deeper into me. His free hand luxuriously explores my body, trailing over my breasts and down my side before finding my ass and lifting me to wrap both legs around his waist.
My back arches as I feel his arousal pressing into me, only our riding leathers separating us from each other. I break the kiss in a moan, exposing my neck to him again. Every part of Cal is electric and my entire body hums under his touch. Magic sparks along my skin everywhere his lips touch, incinerating me thoroughly.
The fingers of my free hand blindly work the laces of my corset in a frenzied attempt to remove the layers between our bodies. The image of Cal with my blade in his teeth flashes in my mind causing my hips to roll against the hard press of him. Cal runs a finger up my corset, hooking it in the middle of the binding. With a single tug, the laces snap, the leather-wrapped blades clanking to the wooden floor below.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Cal growls before his mouth is on mine again.
He tugs on my shirt, forcing the hem out of my pants until his hands can roam over my stomach and ribs. I let him explore, reveling in the feel of his skin on mine as my hips rock against him. I’m wholly consumed by him and yet it’s not enough.
“Cal.” His name, spoken on a breathy exhale, elicits another desperate growl.
“If you’ve changed your mind, tell me now.”
His body tenses in restraint and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he would do it. He’d set my feet on the floor, lower my shirt, and walk away from the burning inferno between us if I wanted him to. But there’s only one thing I want him to do right now and it damn sure isn’t walk away.
“Fuck me,” I command.
Cal surges at me, our lips crashing in a fervent, passionate kiss. He strips me of my shirt before reaching a hand over his head and shedding his own. My hardened nipples rub against the tattooed serpent on his chest as Cal removes my boots, his mouth never leaving my skin. The sharp sting of his rough biteon my neck forces another pleading moan from deep within me. He wasn’t lying about biting … and godsdamnit, I like it.
Cal spins us, moving to the bed with predatory speed. He wastes no time. The moment my back hits the feather mattress, his mouth moves to my sternum and then my stomach. His fingers deftly unlace my pants as his lips continue their descent, leaving tiny fires in their wake.
“Every man who has ever had you has thought they were a god. They thought they owned you, claimed you, conquered you.” Each phrase is punctuated with a seductive kiss, dipping lower until his breath caresses my inner thigh. “But they were too dense to know they were in the presence of a goddess.”
Like a devotee at an altar, the great Captain of Corinth drops to his knees before me. His hands grip my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed until my legs are draped over his broad shoulders. He spreads me wide as his fingers begin to move in slow, teasing circles over my most sensitive area. Pure greed colors his expression as he wets his lips.
“Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
My back arches off the bed as his tongue trails up my center.
“Let you?” I ask breathlessly. “I command it.”
The last remaining hold on his restraint snaps. Another moan sounds through the room as his tongue fills me, swiping in and out rhythmically. He spreads my thighs wider as he alternates sucking and lapping, the pressure within me mounting as he feasts. I writhe against him urging him deeper, but he doesn’t let me. His hand moves, pressing firmly below my navel and pinning me in place. In just therightplace.
Cal’s fingers join his tongue as he beckons me closer to the edge. Sparks fly from his fingertips, boiling my blood. Power ripples across my body, sucking the air from the room as I struggle to contain it.
“Let go. Unravel for me, princess.”
His words, hot against my skin, push me over the cliff, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as I pulse around him. He stays there, working me relentlessly until my orgasm recedes. Air rushes back into my lungs and I’m on him in an instant. We are nowhere close to done.
Lifting his wrist, I pull his soaked fingers into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his as I suck them clean. Both sets are full of lust and hunger. We are both starving, the other the only person who can nourish our famished body.
I lie back, guiding Cal up from the floor. He sheds his pants as he moves and I barely have time to glimpse how low the tattooed sea beast’s tail dips below his hip bone before he’s on top of me.
“Are you…” he starts.
“Yes.” My answer is yes to every question he could ask.
Yes, I’m sure.
Yes, I take a contraceptive. (It helps that I can grow it myself.)
Yes, I want this.
Cal kisses me roughly as he lines himself up to my entrance and presses in. I moan loudly at the intrusion, growing fuller and fuller with each slow, tortuously luxurious stroke. When I am full to the brim with him, he thrusts harder and impossibly deeper.
Our bodies move in perfect synchronicity like waves crashing upon the shore. I claw at his back, desperate for more. More friction. More power. Morehim. In this moment, I need Cal more than I need my next breath—and I’m not certain how I ever breathed before him.
