Chapter 185 Chapter 185
Calvin's POV
I never thought this would happen—not like this, not ever again.
Kamrynn’s fingers were soft, but her grip was firm as she led me toward my room. Every step felt surreal, like a fever dream I didn’t dare wake from. The warmth of her hand, the slight glance she cast over her shoulder, the way her lips were parted, almost as if she were holding back words—it was more than I’d ever let myself hope for.
She wanted this. She wanted me.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check, but I felt like a teenager about to touch a girl for the first time. Me—a grown man, a silver wolf, someone who had once terrorized her—reduced to a bumbling idiot just by the way she looked at me.
Kamrynn locked the door behind us, and my heart stumbled in my chest as she turned and tugged me into her arms. I barely had a chance to breathe before her lips were on mine.
My mind blanked. Every coherent thought I’d had—every plan to take it slow and tread carefully—went out the window. All I knew was the taste of her mouth and the feel of her body pressing against mine.
I kissed her back, slowly at first, until she let out a soft sound that nearly drove me insane. My grip tightened on her waist, pulling her closer, and I deepened the kiss, brushing my tongue against hers. She welcomed me, her hands tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to send a jolt of heat through me.
When I bit her bottom lip, she moaned into the kiss, and I felt like I was losing control.
We stumbled backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, and somehow, I managed to ease her down without breaking the kiss. By the time we pulled apart, she was lying beneath me, her face flushed, lips swollen, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
I hovered over her, painfully hard and barely hanging on to my sanity.
Goddess, I wanted her. I’d wanted her for so long. But I couldn’t let myself get carried away—not with her, not after everything I’d done.
I needed to take it slow. I needed to make sure she felt safe, cherished, loved.
Because this wasn’t just sex. This was our first time—the first time that would be truly hers, truly ours.
I hovered over Kamrynn, my hands braced on either side of her, staring down at her as she lay beneath me. Her hair was spread out like a golden halo across the sheets, and her lips were parted, still kiss-swollen and glistening. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid breaths, and I could see the faintest flush coloring her cheeks and spreading down her neck.
Goddess, she was beautiful.
And she was here. With me.
I had to remind myself to breathe.
I leaned down and kissed her again, slowly this time, savoring the taste of her lips, the way she sighed into my mouth as our tongues brushed together. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming at me to take her, to claim her, but I couldn’t let myself rush this. Not after everything we’d been through. Not after everything I’d done to her.
This had to be about her. About making her feel safe, wanted, cherished.
I deepened the kiss, threading my fingers through her hair as I tilted her head back, giving me better access. She moaned softly, and I felt it vibrate against my lips, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.
I wanted to hear that sound again.
I pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, “Are you sure you want this?” My voice was rough, barely more than a rasp.
Kamrynn opened her eyes, her gaze hazy with desire, and nodded. “I do,” she whispered, her voice breathless but steady.
Then, in true Kamrynn fashion, she added with a teasing smile, “But maybe we should remember what the doctor said about avoiding strenuous activity.”
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. “I can handle a little pain,” I murmured, brushing my lips against hers again. “For you, I’d handle the weight of the world.”
Her eyes softened at that, and for a moment, there was nothing but warmth between us. No pain, no past, no regrets—just us.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring everything I felt into it. My hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the heat of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. She arched slightly beneath me, pressing closer, and it was all the encouragement I needed.
I slowly slid my hands under the hem of her shirt, lifting it inch by inch, giving her plenty of time to stop me if she wanted to. She didn’t. Instead, she raised her arms, letting me pull it over her head and toss it aside.
My breath caught as I took her in.
Her skin was smooth and pale, flushed with heat. The black lace of her bra contrasted beautifully against her skin, and I had to fight the urge to rip it off her right then and there.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my voice thick with awe.
Kamrynn flushed deeper and tried to look away, but I caught her chin and gently guided her gaze back to mine. “Hey,” I said softly. “Don’t hide from me. Not here.”
She nodded, biting her lip, and I felt a surge of affection so strong it nearly knocked me over.
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then to the hollow of her throat, trailing my lips down her neck. I took my time, savoring the feel of her beneath me, the way her body trembled slightly with every kiss.
When I reached the delicate line of her collarbone, I let my teeth graze her skin, just enough to make her shiver, before soothing the spot with my tongue.
She let out a soft, breathy moan, and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
I kissed lower, down the center of her chest, and slid my hands behind her back, unhooking her bra with a practiced ease. I pulled it away and tossed it aside, my eyes drinking in the sight of her bare skin.
For a moment, I just stared, overwhelmed by how perfect she was.
“You’re staring,” Kamrynn said, her voice shaky but teasing.
“Can you blame me?” I replied, my voice rough. “You’re stunning.”
Her blush deepened, and she squirmed slightly beneath me, clearly not used to the attention.
I smiled and leaned down, brushing my lips against hers again before trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck, and lower, until I reached her chest.
I took one of her breasts in my hand, gently kneading the soft flesh as I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the other. Kamrynn’s breath hitched, and she arched her back slightly, pushing closer.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her skin. “Let me hear you.”
She let out a soft whimper, and I felt my control slipping.
I swirled my tongue around her nipple, teasing it to a peak before gently sucking it into my mouth. Kamrynn gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as she held me there.
I gave her the same attention on the other side, reveling in the way her body responded to my touch, the way her breaths came faster, her chest rising and falling beneath me.
“Calvin…” she whispered, her voice breathless and pleading.
Gods, I loved the way she said my name.
I kissed lower, down the center of her chest, over the soft curve of her stomach, leaving a trail of hickeys in my wake. I wanted to mark her, to show her that she was mine—but more than that, I wanted to make her feel good.
I reached the waistband of her jeans and glanced up at her, silently asking for permission. She nodded, her eyes dark with desire, and lifted her hips to help me as I slid them down her legs.
She was wearing black lace panties that matched her bra, and I nearly lost it right then and there.
“Damn, Kamrynn,” I rasped, running my hands up her thighs, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath my fingertips.
She squirmed beneath me, biting her lip, and I could tell she was trying to hold back her sounds.
“Don’t do that,” I teased, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “I want to hear you.”
Her breath hitched, and I smiled against her skin, loving the way she reacted to me.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down, leaving her completely bare beneath me.
Her beautiful pink pussy gleamed with the wetness of her juices; folds engorged with excitement and her clitoris standing proud and just begging for my attention.