Page 107 of He Loves Me Knot

“Tell me you want me.”

A gasp left her as that rhythmic stroke of his thumb continued. She was dizzy with desire. “Yes, Callum, I want you. Oh God. Yes, more. . .more, please.”

He leaned over her, then pushed inside her, slamming his full length into her body with a feral groan as she cried out.Oh my God, he’s fucking inside me, and it’s incredible. . .

His touch hadn’t let up, either, and she writhed as he pulled back, then pushed again, somehow going deeper as she jerked her hips against him. “God,Callum.”

“Say my name, baby. I want to hear you.”

“Please fuck me, Callum. Fuck me hard.”

The tension in her body felt like a string ready to snap as her hips rose to meet each thrust of his hips. “I’m going to fuck you, baby. And not just once. I want to fuck until we both can’t walk tomorrow. Say you’re going to fuck me.”

Her body seemed to float above her. “Yes.”

“Come for me, baby.”

With the sensation of bursting into a thousand shattered pieces, her body broke free, an orgasm ripping through her as she cried out. He was relentless, driving her higher and higher through the orgasm until her legs clamped against him, and she screamed. “Fuck, Callum.”

Then as she floated back to earth, he grabbed her hand, setting it at the base of his cock. “Squeeze me.”

As she did, he moaned, heat surging through her hand as he poured himself out, his orgasm throbbing inside her. She gasped, then closed her eyes, spent, her body still tingling.

Exhilarating.

She’d had sex. She’d neverfucked. Not like this.

Not with someone who made her feel like this either.

Callum pulled out and the fact that she suddenly missed his warmth was startling as he rolled to his side on the bed. As they both caught their breath, he looked over at her. “Good?”

She smiled, a wave of happiness rolling over her.

I just fucked Callum.

What on earth happens now?

“Eight out of ten. Would fuck you again.”

He raised a brow. “Only an eight?”

“If I give you a ten, it leaves no room for improvement. And I’m a big believer in achieving perfection.”

He closed his eyes, and she could see his pulse on the skin above his heart.

“That’s because you’re perfect, Liddy.”

His words were surprisingly gentle.

And stung.

She didn’t want to think about his warning. That this was just a physical thing, nothing more.

Because, dammit, I really like him.

“I’m not perfect. But you know what I am?” She rolled over and looked at him. “Hungry. Like really, really hungry. Know anywhere we can get food close by?”

He checked his watch. “Almost ten . . . maybe, but it’d be a drive.” Then his eyes lit, growing almost . . .mischievous?“Actually, get dressed, sexy girl. I have an idea.”

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