Page 254 of Love Me Stalk Me
I grin darkly, pounding into her, setting a brutal, unrelenting pace, dragging her higher, harder, deeper. She gasps, writhing beneath me, her hands everywhere—on my back, in my hair, her nails raking, gripping, claiming.
I feel unhinged.
Like I could lose myself completely inside her.
Like I want to.
I grab her hips, shifting, lifting her just enough to get the perfect angle, and?—
"Oh fuck, Cal!"
Her cry is desperate, needy, her body clenching tight around me, her nails scraping down my chest, her entire body trembling. I feel her orgasm build, feel it in how she shakes, in how her breath catches, in how she moans and gasps like she can't handle it.
"That's it, pretty girl." I growl, gripping her tighter, slamming into her, driving her harder.
She whimpers, her legs trembling, her back arching off the mattress.
"Come for me."
She gasps, her whole body locking up, her thighs clenching, her pussy tightening around me as she shatters completely. She screams my name, her hands gripping my arms, her body rocking beneath me, and it's the hottest fucking sight I've ever seen. The way she falls apart, the way she lets go completely, the way she gives herself over to me so perfectly.
Then I can't fucking hold back anymore.
I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep.
"Izzy, fuck?—"
Pleasure rips through me, white-hot, blinding, fucking devastating, and I feel it?—
The second I lose myself completely inside her.
The second I fill her up, claim her, mark her.
The second she becomes mine forever.
I collapse against her, panting, our bodies damp,tangled, shaking, and she's still trembling beneath me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her breath uneven. I press my forehead against hers, breathing her in, my heart pounding, my body still throbbing from the aftershocks. She lets out a soft, exhausted giggle, her fingers brushing my hair back, her legs still wrapped around me. Our skin sticks together, slick with sweat.
"Jesus, Cal."
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then to her lips. Her skin tastes faintly salty now.
"Yeah, pretty girl?"
Her head tips back against the pillows, her hair fanning out around her like a dark halo.
"I think you might have actually broken me."
I kiss her again. "Good." I'm still breathless, still buried inside her, my arms wrapped around her like I can't fucking let go.
Because I can't.
I won't.
She runs her fingers through my hair, her touch softer now, her body relaxed beneath me, her breathing evening out. The sheets beneath us are damp with sweat and other evidence of what we've done. And I should just let her drift off, let her sleep, let her bask in this moment.
But I can't.
Because I need her to know.
