Page 79 of Tender Heart
Like nothing I’ve ever felt.
I widen my thighs for him, wanting him deeper. Wanting more of what only he can give me.
“Look at me, mo nighean.” He tugs my head to one side. “Good girl.”
His body is rigid, every muscle tensed to satiate me. He quickens. Rough thrusts slam into me, and I whimper when hefinds a place so deep, my breath forgets to cycle back into my lungs. A low, raw rumble claws its way up his throat, and he grips my hip with his free hand. Leaning over, his other hand skirts my ribs until fingers find my nipple. He pinches it, rolling it between his fingertips, and pulls out so slowly.
I let out a sob.
“You like that, Evie baby?” His voice is gravel.
I can’t respond. His hand on my hip finds my mouth and his thumb slides between my lips, tugging my bottom lip down. I suck him into my mouth and am rewarded with another slow, agonizing stroke. I’m needy for it. Drowning in the scraps he gives me while dreaming about the entire meal.
Leave.
His word from earlier burns.
It’s cruel. To find something so ethereal, only for it to never be mine.
His.
Ours.
“Come for me,” Cal rasps before picking up the pace, his hand finding my clit. “I want you to milk my cock. I want to know what that feels like. Just once.”
My back arches instantly, his words sending me closer and closer to the precipice. I don’t want this to be over. I don’t want that moment to arrive. The one where he’s not sunk deep inside me, where our two souls are no longer retrievable without one ending up with a little of the other.
That loss seems too great.
“Please,cailín luachmhor.” His voice is raw and all begging.
Too painfully, we are viscerally affected by the other. Warm kisses track up my spine, and the first explosive spiral of my oblivion releases.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my back. His strokes stay steady and long, his fingers now circling my clit, drawing outeach blissful wave. Whimpers turn to ragged cries as I detonate around him. I need every inch of him as I clamp down.
I’ll never have this with anyone else. I know this the second it starts. God, he’s perfect.
“Callum, plea?—”
He works me over, the rough man who couldn’t rein in his need temporarily lost. The soft comfort of his breath is on my neck as he slows and pulls me up into his chest. I tilt my head back, knees digging into the mattress as I plant open-mouthed kisses to his neck. Jaw. Teeth tugging at his bottom lip.
Satiated, but still hunting for more.
Unfolding from around me, he spins me on the bed only to tug me to his hips. I don’t care about anything but claiming the gorgeous face in front of me. Palms cupping his face, I smash my mouth to his.
He moves, taking me with him. We’re by the desk. My laptop flies onto the bed. He leans down and sweeps the rest of the items to the floor in one swift motion.
My ass meets the cool wooden surface, and his palms push my thighs wide. Two fingers sweep through my center. They drip with my release when he raises them to my lips. I take the offering, sucking them clean. He pushes his fat tip against my pussy, notching at the entrance. Still now, my breath hitches at the stretch of that delicious part of him opening me.
I grapple at his neck and face, wanting his kiss. He shoves me down, one hand on my collarbone as he slams into me. His face is so goddamn feral as my breasts bounce with every hard, punishing thrust he sends deep.
“This pretty little cunt has been mine since the second you stepped foot on this damn island. When you leave, it will still belong to me.”
I can’t breathe.
He thunders into me. Harder still. The desk hits the wall under the window. My head meets the glass pane. The window rattles with every stroke. Fingers pinch down on my clit, and I snap up off the desk, legs wrapping around his hips. The restriction sends him wild. He scoops me up, and the wall crashes into my spine a heartbeat later. Hands slide under my ass, and I open wide for him. Thighs aching, I widen further still. Mouth open and hunting for his.
Heat coils low in my belly again, and when I open my mouth to ask for more, his head drops automatically, lips closing around my nipple. He sucks hard, and I cry out through another soul-shattering orgasm. My hands slap to the wall behind me.
