Fire exploded in my chest at the contact.
Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his torso, my arms around his neck. Fire brimmed in my stomach, spreading through every part of my body, licking my insides. His tongue delved into my mouth, twisting and doing things to me that I’d never felt before. I'd never felt any of this before… This want, this hunger, this need. I was — we were — being washed along by pure adrenaline and desire.
Something burned in between my legs desperately, my core throbbing.
Gently, Callan laid me on the bed, and his mouth moved from mine to trail kisses on my neck. Fear mixed with excitement shot through me as his lips moved downward until they were slightly above my breasts, my nipples pushing hard against my blouse.
Heat tugged at my stomach. His mouth continued to travel through every inch of my body, my collarbone, my throat, and down my stomach.
Callan’s hands moved, pulling my clothes out of the way until I was left topless, hot, and heavy underneath him. I could feel the heat of his body, his hot breath on my skin, and his hands… His hands seemed to be touching me everywhere and yet, it didn't seem enough.
I was hungry for him like I’d never been for anyone before, I was feeling things that were foreign to me, and my heart was pounding so fast, I couldn't breathe properly. A sound I didn't know I was capable of making escaped me when Callan took one of my breasts in his mouth; his tongue was warm and I writhed, burying my fingers into his hair.
My moans filled the air as Callan worked every part of my body, his hands were stroking my thighs and I arched my back instinctively when his one of his hands traveled in between my thighs.
“Callan…” I let out a breathless moan and he lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. I registered the raw desires in that gaze, his eyes burned with primal lust and it made me hotter knowing that I elicited that in him.
I stiffened when I felt his hand push aside my underwear before one of his fingers slipped into my private part easily.
My heart began to pound fast, sweat beads broke out, and I clenched the sheets tightly, a cry escaped my mouth and I bit my lips to hold it back but something so simple was impossible.
His finger was moving in a circular motion and he kept his eyes on me, watching every movement I made.
I threw my head back and arched even more, desires consuming me wholly. I needed more, needed this likeI’d never needed anything in my life. I felt his strong hands clamp down on my hips, pinning me down right before he buried his face in between my thighs. This time when I let out a cry, it was one that rang through the empty walls of the manor. I heard his sharp intake of breath before his tongue slid into me again and he devoured me hungrily as though he’d been waiting for this moment all his life.
I cried, writhed, moaned, and ran my nails along the back of his neck in indescribable pleasure that seemed to possess me, taking complete control of my actions.
A plea escaped my lips followed by a string of incoherent words but Callan didn't stop what he was doing, his tongue moved faster, his hands stroking me until finally, my orgasm rippled out of me followed by a guttural sound that tore from deep inside me, coming from a place of pleasure.
Callan hovered above me, his needs written on his face and I nodded breathlessly.
I watched him work his belt buckle until finally, he shoved his trousers out of the way, and his manhood sprang out. My hands instinctively went to grasp it and I saw him stiffen, his breath barely coming out.
I looked up at him gently. “Am I hurting you?” I asked quietly.
Callan shook his head. “You could never.” His words came out hoarsely, a tortured expression on his face.
I'd never made it this far, before him I hadn't even been kissed properly if you count the forced kisses Alexander had shoved down my throat that always left me disgusted and with a bitter taste in my mouth.
My hands moved up and down his erection softly and he let out a string of curses that I didn't think he was capable of.
“Fuck!” he finally said, before pushing me down, his hands on my hips as he settled himself above me, his manhood right at my entrance, its hardness nudging at my core.
I swallowed thickly, nervousness clogging my throat.
“Say the word,” he breathed. “If you want me to stop, tell me.”
I shook my head, never. “I want you now,” I said, maintaining eye contact with him.
At my words, his gaze heated up harder, his eyes darkening.
My eyes rolled back into my head when I felt him slip inside me, pain consumed me as I’d never felt before, and I bit back the cry that threatened to escape but still, a tear ran down from the corner of my eye.
“I'm sorry,” Callan whispered, leaning forward to kiss my cheeks.
I swallowed again.
He made to pull out and I wrapped my legs tighter around him, stopping him. His questioning eyes met mine and I nodded. He was big, bigger than my imagination would have ever led me and so when he entered me again, I gasped. It felt so good having him inside of me like that and as soon as the pain settled, the pleasure came pouring… Hard.
I shuddered, shaking from the intensity of the act. He was moving slowly at first and then his pace increased, his hand on me tightening as he slid in and out of me. My fingers scratched at his back and I held on tight, pushing him inside of me more, and with every thrust, I could feel my chest tightening as though it was going to explode anytime soon.
When I came, I came hard.
My vision blackened and I felt my limbs go slack but Callan wasn't done with me, not quite yet.
He flipped me so that I was on top and he was underneath me. His strong hands grabbed me once more by the hips and he began to bounce me against his erection. My hands clamped on his shoulders and I threw my head back, biting hard on my lip.
Our moans filled the room.
His growls were the sexiest sound I’d ever heard and they filled my ears. He sounded rough… hot, and hungry.
When next I came, it was alongside Callan. His orgasm was powerful and it left both of us trembling. I fell against his chest and he wrapped his hands around my naked form, his hot breath on my neck.
Callan pressed a kiss on my neck and I smiled against his lips. “You have no idea how many nights I've dreamt of this,” he whispered.
My smile deepened before I reached up and nipped him on the neck, marking him. “You're mine now,” I said, a mischievous smile twisting my lips.
His eyes took on a serious look. “I've been yours since I first set my eyes on you, love.”