Page 62 of Overdrive (Speed Demons #1)

I dragged my tongue across my lips just to watch his pupils dilate. “That’s the idea.”

He let out a guttural, wrecked sound, hands clamping around my thighs like he was claiming them. Then he dragged me to the edge and slammed into me so deep I forgot my own name.

“Years?” he bit out, every thrust harder than the last. “You wanted me for years —and never fucking said something to me?”

I was barely breathing, barely holding on, and I loved it.

“Would you have even noticed me?” I gasped, a taunt and a confession all at once.

His hand curled under my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

“I’ve noticed everything about you,” he growled.

“For a long. Fucking. Time.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust that was so deep I could feel his piercing hitting my cervix in a painfully delicious way.

My pussy pulsed around him, my arousal coating the both of us, and stars still swirled in the edges of my vision .

“ OhmonDieu, ” I cried out, clawing at his shoulders as he slammed into me again. The words weren’t planned. They just ripped out of me, raw and reverent, like prayer and filth had collided in my throat.

He leaned back just enough to watch me unravel, his hips pounding into mine with relentless force. Each thrust hit so fucking deep , the desk beneath me groaning like it couldn’t handle us. I couldn’t either, not really. But I didn’t want him to stop.

Callum’shands were everywhere—palming my hips, tracing my waist, dragging fire across every inch of skin he could reach. His mouth found mine again, tongues tangling as he whispered filth and worship against my lips.

“So perfect,” he groaned. “Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt. Like you were made for me, baby. Made to take me.” His stubble scraped along my jaw and down my neck, marking me with every movement. “So responsive. You fucking twitch when I kiss you. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

I trembled against him, the sounds coming out of my mouth loud and erotic.

“God,Aurélie,” he groaned, his breath stuttering.

“You feel like fucking heaven. I’m losing my mind inside you.

” The use of my full name had me climbing the mountain again, every inch of me tensing.

He must’ve felt it, because he pulled back to stare at me in awe.

And this image of him completely unhinged would be ingrained in my mind for eternity.

He placed a palm on my chest, slowing his pace as he splayed his fingers and gently pushed me back until I was lying flat on the desk and staring up at him. His pace slowed until it was deep, deliberate, devastating.

“Look at me,” he said roughly, and I obeyed, my ankles locking around his hips. “You feel that? How perfect you take me? You were meant for this.” His hand moved to press down on my belly, and— fuck. He was practically in my uterus.

“Callum,” I whimpered, hands gripping the edge of the desk to brace myself.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Auri,” he whispered, reverent now. “Inside and out. Strong. Fast. Mine . You were made for me. ”

I swallowed, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Which was the worst timing, given his dick was inside me, because vulnerability meant catching feelings.

His hand wandered to cup one of my breasts, then rolled my nipple between his fingers. I trembled beneath him, feeling my orgasm start to crest.

“I can feel what turns you on, baby, and it’s fucking addicting,” he breathed, letting go of my waist to brace himself on his forearm over me. The hand playing with my nipple trailed up to gently wrap around my throat.

“Tighter,” I rasped.

His gaze ignited, pupils dilating, hand tightening around my throat just enough to make the world buzz. The pressure. The power. The trust between us in this moment. My pussy squeezed around him. He felt it and groaned, the sound carnal and dirty.

The heat of him was overwhelming, grounding.

I arched into him, lost in the sensation, craving more of this intoxicating connection.

He dipped his head to leave a trail of searing kisses down my jaw, stopping just behind my ear.

He bit me gently and I cried out, shuddering violently under him.

I was utterly consumed by him, and I couldn’t get enough.

Callumsqueezed my throat once more before releasing me. I watched, enraptured, as his movements became more deliberate, homing in on the tender spots he had discovered. He kissed down my neck, bit the sensitive skin, then soothed it with his tongue.

“Every noise you make… every time you shudder under me—I want to hear it all, feel it all. Don’t hold back, love.”

I clawed at his forearms, desperate for purchase, for anything to lessen the intensity of the release that was still building. He was hitting me in all the right spots but torturing me with this slower pace.

“Sensitive,” he murmured, tracing the spot that made me spiral. “I could spend hours learning every reaction, every sweet little moan, every way your body begs for me.” With a thumb pressed to my clit, he bit my shoulder, and it had me crying out from both the pleasure and the pain.

“More,” I gasped out, nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders, feeling the strength that powered his movements, everything he was doing to me.

“Patience,” he whispered as he captured my wrist and brought it to his mouth where he placed a kiss on my pulse point, the gesture unbearably intimate.

“Callum, please,” I pleaded, ready to fall off the cliff, my limbs tingling, my core tightening.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” And then he moved, a rhythm that was both new and as ancient as the pull between two bodies desperate for union.

Each thrust was a word in our silent dialogue, each gasp a punctuation mark in the sentence we were writing with our joined bodies.

Because that was what it felt like. A story we wrote together.

And God, I never wanted it to end.

“Look at you… so beautiful,” he rasped, thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

“ S’il te pla?t, ” I whimpered.

His eyes flared, an intense blue that held a storm of emotion, reflecting my own whirlwind of feelings. In them, I saw not just the fierce competitor but the man, raw and open, sharing this moment of carnal desire.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Say it again.”

“S’iltepla?t,” I whispered, helpless and desperate.

“That accent,” he rasped, thrusting harder. “That voice. That’s mine now.”

Okay, yeah, yep, that possession had my orgasm peaking.

“ Lache-toi, Aurélie,” he whispered. Let go . His voice was raw velvet, the French on his tongue sounding like it was designed to bring me to my knees.

And it did.

I let go with a cry muffled by his kiss, exploding under him while he murmured filthy praise to me.

Then he came with a wrecked, broken moan, buried in the crook of my neck like he couldn’t bear to be anywhere else. His entire body trembled against mine, like I’d taken him to the edge and fuckingshovedhim off it.

For a long, breathless moment, all I could hear was our lungs dragging in air like we’d been drowning in each other. I was boneless.Blissedout. Ruined.

Callumdidn’t move. Just kept his forehead pressed to my shoulder, like he needed to stay tethered to something real.

When he finally pulled back, meeting my eyes… I knew. This wasn’t just tonight.

We’d just rewritten everything.