Page 94 of Until the Storm Breaks
He groans. “Maren, you’re going to kill me with this pussy.”
My nails dig into his back, my legs locked tight around his hips. The sensation of him stretching me open, filling me so completely, makes me dizzy. I can feel every ridge, every hot inch of him, and when he grinds deeper, hitting that spot that makes me see stars, I cry out. He doesn’t slow. He drives into me like he needs to brand me from the inside out, hips slamming into mine harder, deeper, and the bed creaks beneath us.
His hand finds my jaw, tilting my face so I have no choicebut to meet his gaze. His expression is intense, focused on me like I am the only thing in the world that matters. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Say it.”
The words should make me shy, but instead they unravel me. “I love taking your cock, Calvin. I love it. I love you.”
“That’s my girl.” His praise rips through me hotter than the lightning flashing through the window. “So fucking perfect for me.”
His lips crush against mine, messy and consuming, stealing the words from my mouth even as he forces more out of me with his body. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, our breaths tangling, both of us wrecked.
The pressure is unbearable now. My body is wound so tight I feel like I could snap. He reaches down and his thumb finds my clit again, circling it, and my entire body jerks beneath him.
My whole body goes rigid, then shatters apart. Pleasure slams through me, sharp and unstoppable, my walls clenching down on him like they never want to let go. I scream his name, the sound breaking as I convulse around him, and his growl vibrates against my skin like it fuels him.
His thrusts grow harder, ruthless, as if he is chasing every aftershock, driving me through the storm of my release. The bed thunders against the wall, the storm outside rattling the windows, but all I can hear is him. His voice. His breath. His possession.
He doesn’t give me a second to come down. His fingers clamp around my hip, keeping me pinned wide for him. His forehead presses to mine, sweat dripping between us, his gaze burning into mine.
His thrusts turn rough and deep, every stroke meant to make me his, inside and out. “Tell me you want it,” he orders, his voice a rasp against my mouth. “Tell me you want me to come inside you.”
“I want it,” I sob, my body trembling with the force of another wave threatening to break. “I want all of it, Calvin. Please.”
He groans, guttural and wrecked, like the words tear through whatever control he had left. His hips slam into mine in quick, punishing strokes, his jaw tight, his breath ragged. “Then take it. Every fucking drop. Hold me deep, Maren. Keep me inside you.”
The heat floods me in thick, pulsing waves. He groans my name again and again, grinding into me as he spills, as if he can fuse himself to me. The sensation drags me under with him, my nails rake across his back, my cry raw and desperate as I shatter for him all over again.
He stays buried, thrusting through it, his hand sliding down between us to cup me where we’re joined. His thumb presses against my swollen clit, holding me open so I feel every hot pulse filling me. “That’s it,” he rasps. “Keep it all inside you. No one else gets this. Only me. Only us.”
I can barely breathe, trembling beneath him, wrecked and full. He kisses me then, not messy, not wild, but slow and tender, like he is sealing the promise with his mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, forehead pressed to mine.
For a moment, neither of us moves. Our bodies are tangled, slick with sweat, his cock still buried deep inside me as the storm rages outside. Thunder rolls over the Sound, the windows shudder in their frames, but all I hear is the rough cadence of our breathing.
Calvin braces above me, his arms caging me in, his weight keeping me pinned to the bed in a way that feels protective rather than trapping. His lips brush mine once, twice, like he cannot stop reassuring himself I am still here. His voice is low, gravelly with exhaustion.
“Do you have any idea what you just did to me?” he asks.
A shaky laugh leaves my throat, even as my body still clings to him. “Me? Pretty sure it was the other way around.”
He huffs out a laugh, softer this time, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You have no idea,” he murmurs, and the way he says it makes my chest tighten.
Calvin finally pulls out of me, slow and heavy, and I gasp. For a moment I feel stretched and empty, then his warmth begins to slip out, thick and unmistakable, leaking between my thighs. The sensation makes my cheeks flush, my heart hammering with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming intimacy.
His touch softens, his hand sliding up to cradle my jaw. “You good?”
“I feel… loved,” I say. “And I just love you. So much.”
He exhales sharply, like my confession undoes him even more than my body did.
Lightning flashes through the window, illuminating his face as he looks at me like I am everything. “I love you,” he says simply, voice hoarse but certain. “More than I’ve ever loved anything.”
Then his lips are everywhere, smothering me with kisses, my cheeks, my jaw, my nose, my mouth again and again, until I am laughing into them, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his devotion.
My thighs tremble, and I cover my face with my hands, half-laughing, half-squirming at how much it overwhelms me.
Outside, the storm crashes again, lightning flooding the room with white light. He kisses me one more time, slow and sure, before resting his forehead against mine.
