Page 73 of Love At First Roar
“Callum, please,” she breathed. “I need you.”
He shifted above her, hand sliding free. His cock pressed against her thigh—thick, hard, hot.
She looked down, eyes going wide as he wrapped a hand around himself, guiding the flushed head between her legs.
“Look at me,” he said.
She did.
And then he pushed in.
Her pussy stretched around him inch by inch, tight and pulsing, heat blooming between her thighs like nothing she’dever known. He groaned, deep and low, his face inches from hers as he slid in to the hilt.
Cora’s hands flew to his back, nails dragging along his skin as her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Fuck,” he said, breath shaking. “You feel like velvet. Like you were made to hold me.”
She whimpered, rocking her hips beneath him. “You fill me so deep. I can feel you everywhere.”
He braced himself on his forearms, body trembling with restraint. “I want to go slow. I want to remember everything about this.”
“Then take me slow,” she whispered.
He moved.
The first thrust was deep and aching, dragging his cock out almost all the way before pushing back in. Her pussy squeezed around him, greedy for every inch.
Cora moaned, head tipping back. “Callum…”
“I love you,” he said against her mouth. “Every part of you. Even the wild parts. Especially the wild parts.”
She kissed him, lips trembling. “I love you more.”
His hips rocked into hers, each thrust sinking deeper, grinding in ways that made her see stars behind her eyes. Their rhythm was perfect. Familiar. Like the forest had written it for them before either of them was born.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, hips picking up pace. “Every squeeze. Every little flutter. You’re mine.”
Her magic surged again, light glowing under her skin, wrapping around their bodies like mist. Their breaths mingled. Sweat beaded between their bodies, the firelight glinting off his golden skin.
“Callum, I’m close.”
“I’ve got you. Let go for me.”
His hand gripped her hip tighter, his cock grinding into that perfect spot over and over, and her body shattered. She came with a cry, pussy clenching wildly around him, magic bursting out of her like a solar flare. Her body arched, and her eyes glowed with that wild, feral light only fae could possess.
Callum let out a roar, his hands tightening as he fucked her through it. “Now?”
“Yes,” she breathed, panting. “Please, Callum—now.”
He buried himself deep, dipped his head to her neck, and his teeth found that soft spot under her ear. He bit—not cruel, but firm, primal. The bond ignited.
Gold light burst from her neck. At the same time, her magic rose and met his—twining, locking, sealing.
A vine-wrapped sigil formed where his teeth had marked her, glowing faintly under her skin.
Callum came with a growl, cock pulsing deep inside her as he spilled everything into her, his body shaking with the force of it.
Their breaths were jagged, chests rising and falling in sync. He didn’t pull away. He stayed inside her, pressed close, his forehead resting against hers, both of them trembling.
