Page 78 of Tender Heart
Inside me.
The bed meets my back a moment later, and I’m caged in, his knees nudging my legs wide apart. Cal crawls backward, nipping my flesh as he goes. Finally, his mouth hovers over my needy point. I struggle to catch a full breath, sinking my hands into his hair. His tongue circles gently over my clit. I look down at Mr. I-Can’t-Be-Gentle.
He bites down, sending me off the bed with a cry. It’s heaven, the lancing pleasure of the sting doused by the most agonizingly beautiful sensation when he sucks the bite away. The explosive heat of an orgasm builds fast.
God above, please do that again.
“More,” I beg.
Always begging.
I can’t even say I hate it. That would be a lie.
Two fingers sink into me as he laps at my clit. My too-short breaths turn into choppy pants.
I—
I can’t breathe.
His teeth find my clit again. My cry echoes off the rounded house walls. Whimpers follow as he sucks down hard. I come around his fingers, waves racking my body with such force, my whimper cracking to a sob.
Fuck.
Blue eyes burn. His face looks as wrecked as I feel.
I lay on the bed, propped up, looking down at him. His knees biting into the wood, he clenches his jaw.
“Keep your promise, baby girl. You leave, you hear me?”
“I—” I whimper.
I can’t say it.
“Leave, Evie. You staying isn’t going to be how this ends.”
“I’ll leave. But not without this first.”
He has his conditions; I have one nonnegotiable. I like the feeling of some sort of control. It feels good to ask for—no, demand—what I want. The thrill of it rises like warmth.
He pushes to his feet, hooking his hands under my knees. When I’m over the edge of the bed, he closes in, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. “Good girl.”
He slams into me, hard and fast. My leg is over his shoulder a second later. His face is desolate as he thunders into me. The stretch of him is delicious. There’s none of the usual self-consciousness I have at being this close. This exposed.
Every last thread that makes up my existence can feel it. The rightness, the bloom that unfurls with his touch. With every rough, selfless move he makes.
Head tilted back, bliss takes me under. Eyes faltering shut, I grip the blanket as pressure finds my clit. The warm pad of his thumb caresses me into a desperate state. I’m falling away from existence, teetering on the line between nothingness and everything.
As if reading my mind, he leans over, his hand sliding up my belly and between my breasts before clasping down hard on my throat. “Don’t you go wandering off on me.”
I open my eyes, finding his tortured gaze.
He releases me as he rises and grips my right side, flipping me over without breaking contact. I huff a needy breath as he crowds me on the bed from behind. Calloused fingers sweep my hair over my back to hang down my right arm. I turn back, my mouth hunting for his. Not tasting him now would be an agony I doubt I’d survive.
“Cal,” I utter as his lips find mine.
His hands cover my own, our fingers lacing, he moves deeper inside me. I cant my hips, taking him further still.
“So fucking tight, baby girl. Made for me.” He bites down on my shoulder again, and I buck underneath him. The feral growl ripping through him sends a new wave of wetness to my core. His fist twists through my hair as he picks up the pace. Each long, deep stroke builds something exquisite deep inside.
