And god, I loved every second of it.
His lips found my neck, pressing right over the claiming mark, and I shuddered hard. That spot was wired now, every touch like a live wire to my nerves, sparks shooting down my spine and pooling hot between my legs.
“Good morning,” he murmured against my skin, breath hot, and then he shifted, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
I gasped as he pushed in with no warning or slow tease. Just him, thick and unrelenting, stretching my walls wide, filling me to the hilt in one smooth slide. His hips snapped forward,starting a rhythm of deep, demanding thrusts that rocked my whole body.
“Fuck... Caelan...”
“That’s the idea.” He nipped at my earlobe, teeth grazing sharp, while his hand on my breast squeezed harder, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Understood?”
“Yes...”
He drove into me from behind, pounding steady and hard, his grip on my hip bruising deep. He was rougher than last night, more demanding, like he’d been reining it in and now the leash snapped. Each thrust slapped against my ass, his balls smacking my skin, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him filling the room.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled right in my ear, hot breath fanning my neck. “So wet for my cock. Open those pretty lips for me, baby. Play with your clit and let me see how you squirm from pleasure.”
I whimpered, the words hitting familiar, tugging at something in my brain...
“Wait.” I gasped as he angled just right, slamming into a particularly good spot. “That’s... that’s from the book...”
“What book?”
“The... oh god... the book club book. The kinky one. You’re... you’re quoting it at me...”
He chuckled, satisfied, not slowing his pace. “I took notes. You seemed to like those scenes.”
“I’m going to kill Margo for suggesting that book...”
“You’re going to thank her.” He pinched my nipple, twisting just enough to make me cry out, pain blooming into pleasure. “Because I have a very good memory. And I plan to recreate every single scene that made you squirm.”
His hand trailed down my stomach, fingers dipping low to find my hand over my clit, swollen and aching. He rubbed tight circles using my fingers, firm pressure that had my thighs quivering, my rhythm against him faltering as heat coiled tight.
The other hand grabbed my jaw, turning my head rough so he could crash his mouth against mine in a bruising kiss, tongue thrusting deep, mimicking what his hips were doing.
“Every scene,” he said against my lips, voice dark promise. “Every fantasy. Every dirty thought you had while reading those pages. I’m going to make them all real.”
“Caelan...”
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it...”
“Tell me you need it.”
“I need it... please...”
“Good girl.” He slammed deeper, harder, pace turning brutal, his cock hitting so deep it bordered on too much.
“Yes... yes...”
“Say my name. Let me hear who’s making you feel this good.”
“Caelan... Caelan, please...”
“Please what? Tell me what you need.”
“Make me come... please make me come...”
