Page 39 of Siren Problems
My control snaps.
“Ican’tpretend,” I growl, crossing the space between us in two long strides.
I don’t kiss her gently.
I kiss her like I’ve been dying for centuries and she’s the only breath I’ll ever get again.
She gasps into my mouth, and I drink it in, pushing her back until her spine hits the wall, my hands gripping her hips, thumbs brushing under the edge of her shirt. Her skin is hot.Human.So alive it hurts.
She moans against me, clawing at the hem of my shirt, yanking it upward.
“You feel like a storm,” she pants.
“Iamone,” I whisper, and when she bites my lip, I shudder.
Her hands are on my chest, exploring the scars I thought I’d buried under salt and silence. My claws stretch, barely restrained. My skin darkens where her fingers graze—crimson marks where lust and power blur.
I slide my hands beneath her thighs and lift her. She wraps her legs around me, instinctive, like her body wasmeantfor mine. I carry her to the rickety cot without looking, never breaking the kiss.
The mattress groans under us, but neither of us cares.
She straddles me now, her knees braced on either side of my hips. Her shirt’s gone, breasts free and beautiful. My pants are halfway down, her mouth trailing fire along my throat.
“You don’t scare me,” she whispers, lips against my ear.
“You should.”
Her hand wraps around my cock, and I hiss through my teeth.
She strokes me once, slow and bold, and says, “Prove it.”
I flip her beneath me with a growl, pinning her wrists above her head. Her pupils blow wide. Her breath stutters.
“Say it again.”
“Prove it. Ruin me, Calder.”
My cock throbs against her thigh. I groan as I drag my fingers down her stomach, watching her writhe beneath me, helpless andso goddamn beautiful it’s a curse all its own.
I dip my fingers between her thighs, across her lips, and finally into her pussy.Hot and ready and trembling.
“You want me to?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”
I don’t tease her long.
I line my cock up and push in, slow and steady, watching every flutter of her lashes, every gasp she can’t control.
Her pussy clenches around me, wet and tight and perfect.
She arches, mouth falling open. “Oh...gods—Calder?—”
I brace on one elbow and thrust deeper, rolling my hips until I’m fully seated in her, every inch buried, her body trembling under mine.
“You’re not afraid?” I rasp.
“No. Never. Just don’t stop—please don’t stop.”
