Page 45 of His Obsession

She gasped as Callum inserted one finger, then two, deep within her. His fingers worked in sync with his mouth, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her heart pounded in her ears, drowning out everything but the man who seemed intent on possessing her. She forgot everything but Callum and the overwhelming pleasure he brought her.

Just as she felt herself on the brink, Callum stopped, withdrawing his fingers and his mouth. "Callum, please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I need you."

He stood up, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with a burning intensity that made her heart race even faster. "Trust me," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Trust me, Isolde, and you'll be all right."

With that, Callum lifted her onto the table that dominated the foyer, positioning her against its cool surface. She stared into his eyes, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. There was no turning back now.

Callum's hands were everywhere at once, exploring her body with fiery intensity. His fingers found her pussy again, rubbing, teasing, driving her wild with need. Her hips bucked against him, begging for more.

And then, without warning, Callum opened his fly, freed his cock, and drove inside her. The sensation was both shocking and exquisite, filling her completely in a way that she had never felt before. Her hands clutched the edges of the table, wanting to hold on to something, to ground herself in the midst of this overwhelming experience.

He moved inside her, slow and steady, his strokes deep and firm. His mouth found hers again, their kisses as passionate and intense as the rest of their encounter. She could feel the urgency in his movements, the fierce desire that threatened to consume them both.

And then, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Callum began thrusting harder, his hips pounding into her with a force that sent shockwaves through her entire body. She cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure, her body convulsing around him as she reached the peak of her ecstasy.

Callum continued to move inside her, his own release close at hand. The sound of their bodies mingling, the steady beat of their hearts, and the distant echo of gunfire created a symphony of desire and danger.

When Callum finally stilled, his body pressed against hers, she felt a sense of completion that she had never experienced before. It was as if they had become one, their hearts beating in unison, their souls intertwined in the most intimate of ways.

Neither of them moved—time seemed to stand still as they clung to each other, basking in the afterglow of their passion. But then, with a low groan, Callum pulled away, leaving her feeling cold and exposed as he put his cock away.

He shucked out of his shirt and draped it around her, sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her to his bed.

“You will be one with me,” he growled.

Not knowing what to say, Isolde nodded, knowing she no longer cared what the consequences might bring as long as she would remain with Callum.

17

ISOLDE

During the night, Callum flipped her onto her belly and then dragged her up onto her knees. He positioned himself between her legs, and the large, bulbous head of his cock began to breach her from behind.

Pleasure and surprise intermingled in the gasp she made as he pressed in. His cock was enormous, and she could feel the raised nubs he’d warned her about all along its length. He meant to truly claim her in the ancient ways of his kind. Isolde knew once he was inside her and drew back, the barbs that covered his cock would score the inside of her pussy.

As incredibly aroused as he’d managed to make and keep her, he didn’t seem to be in a particular hurry. He thrust in carefully, a slow, almost gentle motion. With each forward movement of his hips, he went a little deeper before drawing himself back. He hadn’t relinquished control and gone feral, as the barbs had yet to release.

She moaned and purred in supplication and surrender. There was something about the way he fucked her that made her feel more alive than she ever had. He had explained that he meant to claim her with a claiming bite to the back of her neck. No matter the circumstances that had brought them to this timeand place, she wanted Callum in a way she’d never wanted anyone.

He wrapped his hands around her hips, holding her firmly in place. Callum growled as he surged in, drawing forth an orgasmic response. Isolde cried out as he shoved himself inside, all the way to the base of his cock. For a moment he held himself still, but Isolde wasn’t having it. She couldn’t stand it. She needed him, and she needed more. She wanted to feel him thrusting inside her, possessing her body as his teeth sank deep into the nape of her neck, claiming her soul as he claimed her heart and body.

He gripped her hips tighter as the barbs protruded along his length, digging into the tender flesh of her wet heat. He dragged himself back, and she yowled as she climaxed again. She’d never felt anything like the exquisitely painful pleasure of his barbs raking her inner walls. She almost managed to catch her breath before he pushed back in. He flattened the barbs more closely to his length, only to draw back, causing them to stiffen and score her flesh once again.

Callum plunged deep, setting up a rhythm that was hard, rough, and possessive. The barbs were pain and pleasure morphed into one. He fucked in and out, pounding her pussy, his cock finding that sensitive spot inside her as he hammered away.

He leaned over her back, covering her body as he rode her ruthlessly, seeming not to care that she barely had time to breathe between orgasms as he took her higher and higher. Her body stiffened in anticipation, dreading what she knew was about to come, but he drove the fear from her as he continued his relentless possession. Nosing her hair out of his way, he surged into her a final time with a brutal thrust as his teeth sank into the nape of her neck, claiming her as his own.

Callum grasped her neck in his teeth as he held himself tight against her. His body shivered, his cock pumping his seed as he came. She felt the warmth of his cum fill her and soothe the ravaged walls of her pussy. It seemed to take forever until he was empty and only when her pussy had milked the last of him from his staff did he release her neck, then run his tongue over the bite mark again and again.

“You’re mine now,” he rumbled deep.

“An ‘I love you’ wouldn’t go amiss,’” she managed to quip.

“I thought that went without saying.”

“It doesn’t.”

“I apologize. I love you, Isolde.”

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