I nod, my forehead brushing his, my chest heaving.
“Tell me, Wren. How many men have had my pussy?”
The question cuts through the haze. “Huh?”
He cups my pussy and looks me straight in the eyes, his expression intense and unyielding. “How many men have fucked you?”
My heart stutters. I shake my head, my lips parting on a shaky breath. His gaze sharpens. “Words, sweetheart. I need you to say it.”
Heat floods my face. I gasp. “N… none. I’m a vir—”
The word is swallowed by his mouth crashing back onto mine. He kisses me deep and all-consuming, his hands tightening as he drags me closer, like he is trying to erase every inch of space between us. I run my hands up his chest and fist his shirt, clinging to him as desire coils tighter and tighter inside me, leaving no room for anything else.
Chapter Ten
CALDER
She hasno fucking clue the inferno she’s ignited inside me, but I’m done pretending to be anything but what I am, the man who’s going to ruin her the right way. No one else will ever touch what’s already mine. I’m going to drown her in everything she’s been starving for, safety, worship, raw obsession, and all I’ll demand is her complete, trembling surrender. She’s aching for it, dripping for real possession. She was always meant to be owned by me.
Virgin or not wouldn’t have mattered, but knowing I’m the first, and the last, man who will ever lay a finger on her? That alone makes my cock throb harder than it ever has. She’s untouched land, and I’m about to plant myself so deep she’ll carry me for the rest of her life.
“Last fucking chance, Wren.” My voice is low gravel, edged with threat. “Say the word and I walk. Stay silent, and I claim every tight, perfect inch of you. I take it. I mark it. I fucking own it.”
Her pink tongue darts across those swollen lips like she’s already tasting me. The hunger in her eyes, pure, filthy, anddesperate, is going to destroy me, and I welcome every second of it.
She drops her hands from my chest, seizes the hem of my long-sleeve tee she’s been swimming in, and yanks it over her head in one impatient motion. Her heavy breasts spill free. Full, pert, nipples flushed dark red and straining, begging for my mouth. Obscene. Perfect. Mine.
“Touch me, Calder. Please.”
No teasing. I lunge, latch onto one stiff peak and suck hard, groaning at the taste of her skin on my tongue. My cock is painfully hard, leaking steadily against my sweats. I shove them down just enough to free it, ten thick, veined inches pulsing between us like a weapon.
Her eyes widen, a delicious cocktail of fear and greedy fascination as she stares at the sheer size of me.
“Wrap your hands around it, Wren. Feel what you’ve done. Show me how desperate you are to have this splitting you open.”
She hesitates only a heartbeat before both small hands reach for me. Her fingers can’t close around the girth. The sight of her trying, fucking trying, pulls a growl from my throat.
“Tighter. Stroke like you mean it. Up, slow at first. Fuck, yes, just like that. Good girl. Now faster. Milk the precum out and slick your hands with it. Pump me until I’m dripping down your wrists.”
I switch to her other nipple, biting just hard enough to make her gasp, while my hands dive into the loose sweats at her hips. I grip her bare ass, lush, wide, more than a handful, and squeeze possessively, kneading the soft flesh like I’m already claiming it for later. I can picture it so clearly, bending her over, spreading her wide, watching that perfect ass bounce as I pound into her until she screams, then pulling out to paint every curve white.
She’s trembling against me, thighs pressed tight, breathing in short, needy pants.
I drag my mouth to her ear, voice vicious and low. “You don’t leave my lap until I’ve fucked every hole, filled every part of you, and ruined you for anyone who isn’t me. Say it, Wren. Tell me who this body belongs to.”
Her breath hitches, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing keeping her from drowning. She doesn’t speak right away, maybe she can’t, but her hips rock forward, pressing the wet heat between her thighs against my leg.
“Say it,” I growl, fingers digging into her ass, yanking her harder against my throbbing length. “Tell me who this perfect little body belongs to. I want the words.”
She swallows, lips parting on a shaky exhale. Her voice comes out small, wrecked, devastatingly sweet. “You… it’s yours, Calder. All of it. I’m yours.”
The confession snaps something primal loose. I crush my mouth to hers, hard, claiming, and no gentleness left. My tongue invades, owns the wet heat of her the same way I’m about to own the rest. She moans into me, nails clawing my shoulders, trying to pull me closer.
I break the kiss only long enough to hook my fingers into the waistband of the borrowed sweats and shove them down her legs in one rough yank. They pool at her ankles and she quickly kicks them away with an impatient little huff. Then she’s completely bare, her soft curves glowing in the firelight, skin flushed from neck to thighs, that untouched pussy glistening, swollen, and begging for my mouth.
Before she can catch her breath, I spin her around by the hips so the couch is right behind her knees. “Sit,” I order, voice thick with hunger.
She doesn’t resist. I guide her down until she reclines backward across the couch cushions. Her head and shoulders sink into the pillows. Her breasts heaving, stomach tight, that slick, pink center fully exposed to the flickering orange glow andto me, I drop to my knees between her spread thighs, the rug soft under me, heat from the fire licking at my back. My hands clamp around the backs of her thighs, fingers digging in as I force them wider, opening her completely until she’s trembling and whimpering above me.
