Page 54 of Calypso's Shield
Farris is still watching me, his hand slipping from my belly to my waist, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles. “You okay?”
I swallow hard. “I need to not think for a little while.”
His jaw tightens. “You want a distraction?”
I shake my head. “No. I want you.”
The second the words leave my lips, Farris moves. One moment, I’m standing in the open air of the clubhouse lot, the night wind curling around us, and the next, he’s pulling me into him, his body heat overwhelming, his hands strong and steady as they grip my waist.
“I got you, baby,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my temple. “Always.”
That’s all it takes for my control to break. I fist my hands in his cut, tugging him down to me, crashing my mouth against his in a kiss that’s all fire and desperation. It’s hot and messy, our teeth clashing, tongues tangling, like we’re trying to devour each other whole.
His hands move. One curling around the back of my neck, the other sliding under my shirt, his palm scorching against my bare skin. I moan against his mouth, needing more, needing everything.
Farris pulls back just enough to look at me, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with something wild. “My room. Now.”
I don’t argue.
We hurry into the Clubhouse and ignore everyone around us as we make our way to Farris’s bedroom. The door barely closes behind us before Farris is on me.
His hands yank off my cut and t-shirt in one swift movement. He grips my thighs, hoisting me up as he spins and pins me against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, my breath leaving me in a sharp gasp as my back meets the solid surface.
Farris’s mouth is everywhere. My lips, my jaw, my throat. He’s feverish, desperate, kissing me like he’s starving for me, like he needs me the same way I need him.
I tug at his cut, pushing it off his shoulders, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. “Off,” I breathe against his lips.
Farris groans, his hands leaving my body just long enough to rip the damn shirt over his head before he’s back on me, his bare chest pressing against mine, hot, hard, and perfect.
“You sure you’re okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough, his hands gentle as they brush over my stomach.
I grab his face, forcing him to look at me. “I need this. I need you.”
Farris curses under his breath before crashing his mouth back onto mine.
His fingers immediately find my breasts, teasing, kneading, owning. I arch into him, my breath hitching when his mouth follows, lips and tongue dragging down my throat, over my collarbone, until he bites at the sensitive skin just above my bra.
I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Farris.”
He groans at the sound of his name, the vibrations running through me as he sucks a mark onto my skin.
He releases me from the wall as his hands move to my leggings, yanking them down in one swift motion, leaving me in nothing but my panties. He pauses for half a second, his eyes blazing as they rake over me, his jaw tightening like he’s barely holding himself together.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mutters, his voice almost reverent.
Before I can respond, he drops to his knees. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me open, his lips pressing just above the lace of my panties.
“Farris,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He smirks against my skin. “You need me to take care of you, baby?”
I nod, my body trembling. Farris hooks his fingers into my panties and tears them off. Then he’s on me, devouring me, licking and sucking like he’s a man starved.
I shatter. My body bows, my breath breaking, my fingers tightening in his hair as he drags me over the edge again and again until I’m whimpering his name, begging him for more.
Farris rises to his feet, his hands gripping my ass as he lifts me again, pressing me back against the wall, his jeans unbuttoned, he’s hard and throbbing against my soaked core. He grinds against me, teasing, torturing, making me whimper with need.
“I need you inside me,” I breathe. “Now.”
