His everything.
ChapterFifty-Two
Callaway
I’ve heard him say it before.
He says it to Vesper when he’s lost in it—low and filthy, voice wrecked with need.I’m filling you.I’m breeding you.I’ve heard the way it makes her shatter, the way his body tightens around the idea of giving himself completely.
I thought I understood it.
But this—Monty beneath me, on his knees, open and begging for it from me—this rewires something in my chest.
Because he’s not just talking.
He’s offering.
He’s asking me to do to him what he lets no one else do.
“Fuck,” I mutter, hands gripping his hips as he pushes back against me, desperate, greedy, perfect.“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
He whimpers at that.Actually whimpers.
“Cally,” he gasps.“Please—don’t stop.I want it.I want you to fill me.”
The wordfilllands like a detonator.
I thrust deeper, slower now, letting him feel every inch, every drag, every deliberate push.I want him to know exactly what he’s taking.Exactly who it’s from.
“You like this,” I say, voice rough, almost reverent.“Like knowing I’m inside you.That I’m gonna finish here.”
“Yes,” he sobs.“God, yes.I want it so bad.I want to feel you in me after.”
My grip tightens.
I’ve wanted him for so long—wanted the fire, the rivalry, the way he never backs down.But this?This is him opening his throat and offering me something raw and unguarded.
He’s letting me be the one.
I lean over him, chest to his back, my mouth at his ear.“Now, I want more than that,” I tell him.“I want to fill both of you.”
He moans so loud it borders on a cry.
“You think about it too,” I continue, thrusting harder now, my rhythm breaking as I chase the edge.“About me filling her.Filling you.About knowing you’re both mine like this—taking it, keeping it.”
“Yes,” he pants, breathless and wrecked.“I think about it all the time—but I want to do this to you too.”
The words slam into me.
Not just want.Not just fantasy.
Reciprocity.
The idea of him inside me—of Monty filling me the way I’m filling him now—hits somewhere primal.Something deep and unguarded.I picture it before I can stop myself: him behind me, hands firm on my hips, his cock pushing deep, spilling inside me like a promise instead of a threat.
Me holding him there.
Me carrying him.
