Goodness.
He yanked my shorts off and tossed them somewhere I didn’t care about. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide, and he dragged me to the edge of the table so my ass was barely balanced on the wood.
“Caelan...”
“Quiet. I’m eating.”
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs.
I cried out, back arching off the table, hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface. He devoured me, starving, licking, sucking, his tongue working me with devastating precision.
“Fucking heaven,” he groaned against my pussy, the vibration making my toes curl. “Tastier than strawberries. Tastier than anything. I could feast on you forever.”
His fingers joined his tongue, two sliding inside me, curling to find that spot that made me scream. He worked me relentlessly, his mouth on my clit, his fingers pumping, pushing me higher and higher.
“Please... Caelan... I need...”
“What do you need?” He looked up at me, chin wet, eyes glowing amber. “Tell me.”
“You. Inside me. NOW.”
He grinned, wolfish. “That’s my good girl.”
He stood, grabbed my hips, and yanked me off the table and onto his lap in one fluid motion. I landed straddling him on the kitchen chair, his hard cock pressing against my entrance.
“Ride me,” he ordered, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Take what’s yours.”
I did. I sank down onto him, taking him to the hilt, and we both groaned at the sensation. I was still sensitive from this morning, still wet from his mouth, still trembling from the orgasm he’d just ripped from my body, and the stretch of him filling me was almost too much.
“That’s it.” The words came out rough, commanding. “Move, Riley. Show me what my mate can do.”
I started to move. Slow at first, finding my rhythm in the awkward position, then faster as the pleasure built. His hands guided my hips, setting a punishing pace, his eyes never leaving my face.
“I love you,” he grunted as his hand slid between us, finding my clit again. I broke. The orgasm crashed through me, and he followed a second later, burying himself deep, both of us crying out in the quiet kitchen.
I collapsed against his chest, breathing hard, thoroughly wrecked. We stayed like that for a long moment. His arms wrapped around me, my face pressed into his neck, our hearts beating in sync.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I murmured against his skin.
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Because I plan to have you every single day for the rest of our very long lives.”
I lifted my head, looked at this impossible man.
“NowI’mhungry,” I said.
Through the bond, I felt his love, amusement and arousal wash over me.
“Then eat, little menace,” he said. “The banquet is all yours.”
I snorted and fell to my knees in front of me. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I made a mental note to thank Margo for that book club suggestion after all.
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Riley
We cleaned up the kitchen together.
