His words are my undoing. I feel myself shattering as he devours me with single-minded determination, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony against my most sensitive flesh. My body tenses, then convulses as waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out his name, my hips bucking against his mouth as he continues his relentless assault, drawing out my orgasm until I’m trembling and breathless.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, placing open-mouthed kisses there as I come down from my high. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
Letting my thighs go, Calder moves upward, peppering kisses until he reaches my mouth, where he dives in, claiming my mouth as he’s already claimed the rest of me with his impeccable mouth. I moan as I taste myself on his lips. I didn’t think it was something I’d be okay with, but with him, I don’t mind in the least. In fact, I enjoy it.
I could feel Calder’s straining cock still confined in his pants. Arching against him, desperate to feel more of him. To feel him inside me. “Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I need you inside me.”
“Then free me.” Calder groans and kisses me deep and hard.
I immediately bring my hands down to his belt, fumbling with the buckle in my eagerness, more than ready to oblige in his order. In my fumbling, Calder reaches down to help, his fingers working alongside mine until his pants are undone.
“Eager, aren’t you?” he teases, his lips brushing mine as he says them. “Maybe I should make you wait a little longer.”
“Please don’t,” I murmur, shoving his pants down, finding he’s not wearing boxers.
The instant his cock springs free, hard and thick, I wrap my fingers around him, not able to fully get them around his girth, savoring Calder’s sharp intake of breath.
“Holy . . .”
“Don’t worry, Bellissima, it’s not going to hurt you.” He chuckles before losing the smirk and staring down at me in all seriousness, gripping my wrist to pull my hand away. “I promise you, I’ll never hurt you.”
I want to believe him. I need to believe him. He came after me. Came to find me in a snowstorm. He didn’t like that I left. Not because of what he does for a living, but because I wasn’t safe and he didn’t know where I was. That alone makes me want to believe him more than anything. The intensity in his eyes, the way he’s looking at me like I’m something precious but also something he owns—it’s thrilling in a way I don’t understand.
I’m his. Even in my dreams, I know it.
“I trust you,” I whisper, surprising myself that there’s no doubt in my voice as I speak those three words. Despite everything, despite who he is and how we came to be together, I do trust him.
Calder smiles, something genuine flashing across his features before his expression returns to one of pure desire. He kicks off his pants the rest of the way, positioning himself between my thighs. The head of his cock brushes against my entrance, and I inhale sharply at the contact.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I do, our eyes locking as he begins to push inside me.
The stretch is intense, bordering on too much, his thickness nearly too much for me to take.
I inhale sharply, my body struggling to accommodate him. Calder notices my discomfort immediately, stilling his movements.
“Breathe, Emerie,” he whispers against my ear. “Relax for me. I’ve got you.”
His hands caress my sides, soothing me as I force myself to take deep breaths. Gradually, my body yields to him, the initial pain giving way to a delicious fullness.
“That’s it,” he encourages, pushing forward another inch. “So tight, so perfect for me.”
I moan as he sinks deeper, my nails digging into his shoulders. When he’s finally seated to the hilt, we both groan at the sensation. He’s so deep I can feel him everywhere, stretching me in the most exquisite way.
“Move,” I plead, unable to bear the stillness. “I need you to move inside me, Calder, please.”
Ever so slowly, Calder does what I need—pulling nearly all the way out only to plunge deep. Thrust after slow torturous thrust, he takes me, filling me, driving me mad with so much sensation that all I can do is hold on to him to keep myself grounded. Otherwise, I might float away.
Though not literally.
My entire body is electric with each thrust of his hips. The drag of his cock inside me creates friction that has my toes curling, my back arching. I’m lost in sensation, in the feel of his skin against mine, the weight of him above me. I could stay like this forever.
“That’s it,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “Take all of me.”
His pace increases gradually, each thrust more powerful than the last. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him claiming me. My hands roam his back, feeling the muscles flex and tense with each movement.
“Calder,” I gasp, my voice breaking on his name as he hits a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “Right there, please.”
He adjusts his angle, hitting that spot repeatedly, until I’m begging incoherently.
