Page 40 of The Wolf in My Tavern

The pleasure swirls ever higher. I am a leaf caught in the flow of a mighty river that is taking me where it wills, driving me ever higher, yet denying me the ultimate bliss. My thoughts surge and scatter, a chaotic jumble of pressures and emotions.

I know the nature of this man. He saved me. He dealt with my father.

He brought my cherished book back to me.

I feel my body teetering on the brink of something beyond ordinary.

Today, I understand that Callum is the one for me. The filthy words that pour from his lips are not those of practiced charm but of a man claiming his woman.

I want to be his woman, to be his in every way.

“You belong to me,” he says roughly.

And I nod eagerly, my words trapped behind his hand.

“Forever, Ada. I am not fucking about with this. I have put my cock inside you. I am going to fucking come. Forever, Ada. Tell me you are mine forever. Tell me you will marry me.”

Finally, he peels his hand from my lips.

“Yes, Callum. Yes. I am yours, forever.”

I throw my arms around his neck, and his lips capture mine. The kiss lends a deeper level of intimacy to his cock filling me over and over again. I cling to him without shame, feeling my body catapult toward heaven, lifting me and sending me tumbling over into spasmodic bliss.

I am shattered by sweet climactic waves that crash over me again and again.

Inside, a connection blossoms. It begins in the pit of my belly and spreads into my chest.

A feeling of euphoria.

Of being one.

He drags his lips from mine, and his face contorts in pleasure before his hips slam against mine and hold. The pressure becomes intense inside like his pulsing cock is growing…

He growls lowly. A hot flood fills me, triggering another heady climax.

I welcome his essence into me, even as his thick girth makes me twitch and groan.

Breathing heavily, he presses his forehead to mine. My hips make a cradle, and I wrap him up with my arms and legs, holding him close. A low growl rumbles in his chest, one that stirs the hairs on the back of my neck and makes my pussy clench blissfully over his hard length, which rewards me with another flood of his hot cum.

A strange fluttering takes root in the center of my chest, that warm place surging with emotions that feel like they belong to someone else.

They are bright and pure.

They are full of love and devotion.

I get the strangest notion that they are his, like a part of him has crawled inside me.

I wonder if this happens with everybody or whether it is merely a manifestation of extreme love.

We share gusty breaths.

“You are perfect,” he says, lifting his head so our eyes can meet. A smile spreads across his lips and lights the entirety of his face. He brushes my hair from my flushed cheeks. “My perfect Ada. I intended to do that… somewhere softer.” His face colors. “But I will not take back my words. I love you. I think I loved you from the moment I saw you in that terrible place and when I carried you in my arms to The Green Man. I have grown more deeply in love with you every day since… every time we touch. What we share through intimacy is a reflection of that love.”

“I love you too,” I say, my eyes stinging with emotion. I brace my palm against his cheek, and he turns his face to kiss me.

He grins and then chuckles. “I also meant to do this in a bed.”

I giggle.

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