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When I pulled back, blood on my lips, she was looking at me with such tenderness that tears started rolling down my cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" she asked softly, thumbing away the tears.
"You see me," I managed, voice cracking. "Not just the abs or the dimples or the content. You actually see me."
"I see someone worth choosing," she corrected, pulling me down for a kiss that tasted like copper and promise. "Someone who's going to teach me to be strong, not for the camera but for myself. Someone who understands that bodies are tools, not just decoration. Someone I love for exactly who they are."
We stayed there on my workout bench, her still naked, me still mostly clothed, both of us wrecked by the intensity of the bond. Through it, I could feel her genuine admiration, her attraction that went so much deeper than physical, her joy at finally being able to choose me properly.
I could also feel her want, the way her body was responding to mine and even though I'd just come in my shorts like a damned high schooler I was already hard again. For her.
The bond hummed between us like a live wire, her emotions flooding my system — want, affection, that sharp edge of possessiveness that made my alpha instincts roar. My hands mapped her body with reverence, tracing the softness of her stomach, the curve of her hips, the way her breath hitched when I brushed my thumb over her nipple.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I murmured against her skin, kissing the fresh bite mark on her neck. My mark. The reality of it sent another pulse of heat through me. "Tell me what you need."
She arched into my touch, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I need you to stop being so gentle and fuck me like you mean it."
The words went straight to my cock, already painfully hard again. I growled, the sound vibrating against her collarbone. "You sure? Because I can be very thorough when I?—"
"Eli." Her voice dropped into that huskier register, the one that made my name sound like a command. "Less talking, more?—"
I cut her off with a kiss, swallowing her words as I finally, finally gave in to what we both wanted. My hands slid under her ass, lifting her as I stood, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. The movement pressed her against my erection, and the sound she made, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, nearly undid me.
Two steps and I had her against the wall, the cool surface making her gasp as it hit her back. I broke the kiss just long enough to yank my shorts down, freeing my cock. The first press of me against her had us both groaning, the heat between her legs almost unbearable.
"Fuck, Callie. I'm not even inside you and you already feel amazing."
Her answer was to sink her teeth into my shoulder again, hard enough to draw blood. I surged forward in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt.
Fuck. Fuck. The feel of her, tight and hot and perfect, had my vision whiting out for a second. Her nails dug into my back as she adjusted, her breath coming in sharp little gasps that went straight to my cock.
"You good?" I managed, holding perfectly still even though every instinct screamed to move.
"Better than good," she panted, her inner muscles clenching around me experimentally. "Fuck, you feel?—"
I didn't let her finish. With a growl, I pulled back and snapped my hips forward, setting a rhythm that had her head falling back against the wall. The bond between us flared with every thrust, her pleasure feeding mine in a feedback loop that had me seeing stars.
Her legs tightened around me as I changed the angle, finding that spot inside her that made her curse. "Right there, don't you dare—oh god?—"
I did it again. And again. Her nails raked down my back, the sting of it only making me harder. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, our ragged breathing, the little noises she made every time I bottomed out.
"Eli, I'm—" Her words dissolved into a cry as her orgasm hit, her body clamping down around me so tight I nearly followed her over. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to keep moving through her climax, drawing it out until she was boneless against the wall.
Only then did I let myself go, my release hitting like a freight train. My knot popping into her as I buried my face in her neck while I came spilling myself inside her over and over again untilit felt like my balls were completely empty. My teeth found the fresh bite mark again, but I didn't break the skin, just sucked and licked at it which made her coil tight around me with pleasure.
I couldn't seem to stop myself as I coaxed another orgasm from her using just the bite alone and the gentle rocking I was able to manage with my knot keeping us together. She squeezed my cock, her body milking it for all it was worth as the orgasm rolled through her, making her gasp my name.
For a long moment, we just stayed there, pressed together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The bond between us hummed with contentment, her emotions warm and satisfied in my mind. A purr vibrated through my chest surprising both of us, but I loved it. Any way I could show her how much she meant to me and how happy she made me was good in my book.
I finally pulled back enough to see her face. She looked thoroughly wrecked, hair messy, lips swollen, my mark dark on her neck. Perfect.
"Still think I'm just a himbo?" I asked, unable to keep the smirk off my face as I helped her down.
She swatted my chest half-heartedly, her legs still unsteady. "Asshole. That was?—"
"Incredible? Life-changing? The best sex of your?—"
"Don't ruin it," she laughed, but her eyes were soft as she reached up to cup my face. "It was perfect. You're perfect."
