“Look at you,” I growl against her inner thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Already dripping for me. This greedy little cunt knows exactly who it belongs to.”
She whimpers, fingers flying to tangle in my hair as I lean in and drag my tongue straight up her slit…slow, deliberate, savoring every inch of how soaked and sweet she is. Hot. Wet. Mine.
“Calder…oh god.”
I don’t let her finish the plea. I seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard and relentlessly while two fingers plunge inside her without warning. She’s so fucking tight, walls fluttering and clenching around me like they’re trying to pull me deeper. I curl them, stroking that swollen spot inside until her hips jerk off the couch, a broken cry tearing from her throat.
“You’re soaking my hand already,” I mutter against her, voice muffled as I keep licking, sucking, devouring. “Taste how desperate you are. How ready to be ruined.”
Her legs shake violently around my shoulders. She grips my hair so hard it stings, pulling me closer instead of pushing away. Good girl. I want her marks. I want her to feel this tomorrow in every sore muscle and every bruise I leave.
I pull back just enough to meet her glassy, wrecked eyes over the flushed curve of her body. “Beg for my cock, Wren,” I rasp, fingers still buried deep, thumb circling her clit in slow, punishing strokes. “Beg me to fill you right here on this couch until you can’t remember anything but my name.”
I seal my mouth over her clit and suck, hard and relentless, while two fingers plunge inside her without warning. So fuckingtight—even two fingers stretch her, walls fluttering, clenching, trying to pull me deeper. I curl them, stroking that spot until her hips jerk violently.
She’s trembling so badly I have to band an arm around her waist to hold her up. “Please,” she chokes, voice breaking. “Please, Calder, fuck me. I need you inside me. Ruin me. Make me yours.”
That’s all I need. I surge up, lift her like she weighs nothing, carry her the three steps to the bed, and drop her onto her back. I follow, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other fists my cock and notches it at her entrance.
“Look at me,” I snarl when her eyes flutter shut. “Watch every second while I take what’s mine.”
Her gaze snaps to mine, wide, terrified, desperate as I push in. One brutal, slow inch at a time.
She gasps, back arching, thighs quaking as her body fights the stretch. I don’t stop, deeper, thicker, until I’m buried to the hilt, balls tight against her ass, her broken little sounds shooting straight to my spine.
“Fuck,” I groan, forehead to hers. “So tight. So perfect. Made for me.”
I give her a heartbeat, then I move, hard, deep, possessive. Each thrust claims more, marks her inside where no one else will ever reach. Her nails rake my back, her legs lock around me like she’s afraid I’ll stop. I don’t. Not until she’s screaming, clenching so hard I we stars. When I finally let go, slamming deep and flooding her with pulse after thick pulse of my cum, she knows. She’s mine. Forever.
Outside, the storm howls like it wants to rip the roof off, wind hurling snow against the windows in furious sheets. The power died hours ago. The house is dark except for the wild orange glow of the fireplace we’ve kept roaring all evening. The room is thick with burning pine, sex, and her.
I’m still buried inside her, cock throbbing with aftershocks, her walls fluttering like they want to keep me there. She’s panting against my neck, legs locked around my waist, nails dug into my shoulders, leaving crescent marks I’ll wear like trophies. But I’m nowhere near done.
I pull out slowly, deliberately, watching her face twist at the emptiness, a soft, broken whine escaping her lips. My cum leaks out immediately, thick, white, dripping down her thighs. The sight twists something savage in my gut. “On your knees, Wren,” I rasp, voice rough from growling her name. “Right here in front of the fire.”
Her eyes flick to the thick wool rug before the hearth, already warm from the dancing flames. She doesn’t hesitate. Legs shaky, she slides off the couch and drops to all fours facing the fire. The light paints her in gold and shadow. The elegant curve of her spine, the heavy sway of her breasts, the perfect heart of her ass lifted like an offering.
She looks obscene with her back arched, thighs parted just enough to show how swollen and slick she is, my release still glistening between her legs. I move behind her, knees sinking into the rug. I fist the base of my still-hard cock, coated in her, and drag the head through her folds, teasing, coating myself in our mess.
“You feel that?” I growl, leaning over her so my chest presses to her back, lips at her ear. “That’s me inside you. Marking you. And I’m about to do it again…deeper. Harder. Until you can’t think of anything but who owns this cunt.”
She shivers, pushing back, chasing me. “Please, Calder…”
I don’t make her beg twice. I surge forward in one long, brutal thrust, seating myself to the hilt so hard her arms buckle. She drops to her elbows, cheek to the rug, ass still high. The angle is devastating; I grind against that spot that makes her sob my name.
The fire crackles louder, heat licking our skin as I start to move, slow at first, savoring how she grips me, then faster, harder. Skin slaps skin, wet and filthy in the quiet between wind gusts.
My hands clamp her hips holding her exactly where I want. I watch myself disappear into her over and over, her ass bouncing with each punishing thrust, my cum from before smearing across her thighs.
“Look at the fire,” I order. “Watch the flames while I fuck you like you belong to me. Because you do.”
She turns her head just enough, eyes glassy, reflecting the blaze. Her mouth falls open on a moan that’s half sob, half plea. The storm rattles the house; distant thunder answers her.
I slide one hand up her spine, fist her hair, yank her head back firmly, arching her deeper, making her gasp. “Say it again,” I demand, pounding relentlessly, balls slapping her clit. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she cries, voice cracking. “Only you…Calder… I’m yours…don’t stop.”
I don’t. My free hand reaches around, fingers finding her swollen clit and circling hard. She shatters instantly, body locking down, pulsing violently around me. Her raw scream muffles against the rug as she comes apart, thighs shaking, back bowing.
