Page 37 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
“And you’re my woman,” he rasps, emphasizing his words with a firm thrust of his hips.
He grabs my hands, interlocking our fingers and pressing them into the pillow above my head. “So tight,” he moans, pulling out and pushing back inside me.
“Oh, God!” I shout as he penetrates me more deeply, taking me to a place I’ve never been.
His body wields power, and mine answers, feeding his hunger as surely as he’s feeding mine. I look down at our connected bodies, watching his shaft glisten with our mutual juices as it appears and disappears inside my body—such a primal and beautiful sight.
“I won’t last if you keep looking at me like that,” hegrunts.
“This is beautiful. You’re beautiful,” I choke, overwhelmed by a swell of emotion for this man unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“I’m not a patch on you,” he grits out, still fighting the needs of his body, putting my pleasure before his own.
Our breath comes in pants, and sweat coats our bodies as we move together. I push up to meet his thrusts, taking all of him inside me until it feels like he’s hitting the tip of my cervix, and I can feel another orgasm building in my womb.
“Oh, fuck, Lily. I’m gonna come,” he grunts.
With one final thrust, his shout echoes around the room, and his cock twitches inside me as it erupts with his seed. My pussy walls tighten around him as I follow him into bliss, crying out his name as his hips move rhythmically through his climax, extending my orgasm in a seemingly endless wave of pleasure.
We collapse together, my body softly cradling his in the aftermath, our bodies still joined. Callum trembles against me, and I stroke my hands over his broad shoulders and muscular back, soothing him with my touch as he slowly calms.
“Dear God, Lily. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life,” he says, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him. He tucks me into his side, holding me as if he never plans to let me go.
Contentment washes over me. I’m where I’m meant to be—in Callum’s arms, nestled close to his heart.
Chapter Eleven
Callum
“Do we have to go back to San Antonio?” Lily murmurs sleepily, her head tucked against my throat.
“It was a fight getting you here, and now you don’t want to go home?” I ask with a chuckle, trailing my fingers down her naked back.
“I know, but I love having your hands on me,” she sighs, arching into my touch as my hand curves over her rounded ass. “I could stay here forever.”
“You’re soft all over, my beautiful angel. I can’t stop touching you,” I mutter, rolling her over and gazing hungrily at her breasts. My head dips to a soft mound, flicking my tongue across her nipple. “And you taste amazing.”
Lily’s hands curl into the pillow above her head, and she moans, a full, throaty sound that echoes around the room as I nip and suck at the other nipple.
“Tell me how it feels when I suckle you,” I demand, lifting my head to look at her flushed face.
“It makes me ache,” she says breathlessly.
“Where does it make you ache?”
“Here,” she replies, moving her hand between her legs. “It aches because you’re not inside me.”
“I can soon remedy that, Angel. But first, I want another taste,” I mutter, kissing and licking my way down her body.
I shoulder her legs open so she’s on full display for me. Her pink pussy lips are swollen and slick with her juices. I watch as they trickle from her cunt into the crease of her butt, moistening her puckered little asshole.
“You’re so wet for me,” I groan, giving her a long lick from back to front.
“Oh, God, Callum!” she cries out, thrusting her pussy against my tongue as I eat her out, coating my nose and chin in her love juice.
I push two fingers inside her tight cunt, corkscrewing them up so they hit her g-spot, and she cries out in pleasure. “Do you like that, Angel?”
“I love it. Please, Callum, I need you inside me,” she whimpers.
