Page 24 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1

Lily

“That sounds… nice,” I croak, at a sudden loss for adjectives.

A laugh rumbles up from Callum’s chest. “Oh, believe me, Angel, nice doesn’t begin to describe what I’m about to do to you.”

His hands stroke along my back, and I can feel his cock, hard against my hip, as I lie against him. Knowing I’m responsible for that hardness sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body.

“What kind of things?” I ask huskily .

“Wicked things.”

“Like what?”

“Like eating that sweet pussy until you come all over my face. Fucking you hard until you come on my cock. Spanking your ass until it’s red from my hand.

Watching as you take my cock to the back of your throat until I come, seeing you swallow every salty drop,” he says gruffly, his eyes boring into mine with intent.

My nipples harden beneath my shirt, and my panties grow damper by the second.

No man has ever affected me this way. It’s as if he’s penetrated my very soul.

I can feel the heat in his eyes down to my toes, with various hotspots along the route.

I should be nervous, maybe even a little afraid, but I’m not.

I know this man. I trust him. He was right. We’re inevitable.

“Oh, wow. You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?” I tease, feeling my core clench in response to the sensual images he’s described.

“More than you’ll ever know,” he growls, surging to his feet with me in his arms.

I wrap my legs around Callum’s waist as he carries me to the king-size bed, giggling as he tosses me into the middle, and I bounce on the mattress.

He gazes down at me, and the look in his eyes freezes the breath in my lungs. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Like a curvy goddess lying there with your hair splayed out around you. Mine for the taking.”

My eyes trace his face, seeing the almost primitive need blazing there. “You mean that, don’t you?” I ask, my throat tight with tears because he makes me feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

“Never meant anything more in my life, Angel,” he mutters, his eyes silver pools of desire.

I scramble into a kneeling position in front of him, reaching out to cup his cheek and stroking his strong jawline. “I want you to make love to me now, Callum. And then I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widen at my bluntness, and a smile spreads across his face. I pull his head down to mine to nuzzle my face against his, shivering as his stubble abrades my cheek. “I love you, Callum, and I’m all in if you’ll have me.”

He freezes, and his eyes seek out mine, seeing the love shining there for him. “I love you, too, Lily. And I’m going to show you how much.”

He pulls me against him with a groan, finding my mouth with his.

I open up to the invasion of his tongue, meeting it fiercely with my own.

Our hands fumble with buttons and zippers, and before I know it, we’re both naked.

There’s no time to be embarrassed, no time for anything other than the hot lust pooling between my thighs when I see his bare chest for the first time.

“You’re—" I shake my head, trying—and failing—to find the right words.

He’s muscular but not bulky, his arms and shoulders well-defined. A smattering of hair covers his wide chest and feathers down his firm abs in a delectable trail to his…

“Fuck, that’s huge,” I blurt, my eyes widening on his long, thick cock. It stands proudly to attention, the end shimmering with pre-cum as it angles toward his stomach.

Color seeps into his cheekbones, and I’m shocked to realize he’s embarrassed. The knowledge melts my heart along with the last of my nerves. I sink back on the bed, my body completely open to him, arching involuntarily under his hot scrutiny.

“Like I said, beautiful. Every inch of you,” he says, his voice rough with emotion.

“Come here,” I murmur, lifting my hand toward him .

Callum moves up the bed, caging me in with his big body. He brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles and then my palm. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever, Lily.”

I reach up, placing my fingers against his lips. “Stop talking. We’ve already wasted a whole month.”

He growls, kissing me hard and deep. Feeling brave, I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock.

It feels hot and hard in my hand, pulsing and twitching as I caress it.

Callum hisses through his teeth as I smooth my thumb over the bead of pre-cum at the end, gathering up his juice and bringing it to my mouth for a taste.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he grunts.

His hands are doing some investigating of their own. He glides a finger along the seam of my pussy, opening me up to dip into the wetness awaiting him.

“Oh!” I jerk beneath him as he hits a super-sensitive spot, then watch in fascination as he brings his fingers to his lips as I did, sucking my taste into his mouth.

“Sweet, fresh, innocent. I’d know your taste anywhere,” he rasps .

I can’t contain the moan that leaves my throat as I watch him lick my juices from his fingers.

It’s so erotic, being with him like this, with nothing but air between us.

He dips his head, pulling my nipple into his mouth and suckling hard while he pinches the other between his fingers.

I gasp, and my body bucks as liquid sensation shoots straight to my pussy, making me whimper with need.

He trails kisses over my ribs and down my stomach, his hands on my hips. “Open your legs, baby. Let me see what belongs to me.”

I hesitate for a second. “It’s so intimate,” I whisper.

“By the time I’m done with you, I’ll know every inch of this body, Angel. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I answer immediately.

“Then don’t deny me this treasure. I want to pleasure you.”

God, he says the sweetest things. I open my legs a little, and he drops back on his haunches to look at me.

“Wider.”

I open them slightly wider. He grasps my thighs and gently spreads me wide open for his view.

He looks mesmerized as he drinks his fill of my neatly trimmed pussy with its landing strip of hair.

I know I’m wet down there—I can feel my juices cooling on my inner thighs, and he’s barely even touched me.

My breath comes in rapid pants as his hot gaze roams over my sex.

Without warning, he dives between my legs with a needy groan, pushing his tongue through my lips and giving me a firm lick.

The wet heat of his mouth has me arching my back off the bed with a choked moan.

I grab his head, fisting my hands in his hair as he does it again and again, over and over, until I’m grinding myself shamelessly against his face.

There’s a sensation building in my core that I know is going to slay me.

Callum thrusts a finger inside me, followed by another, stretching me open as he pumps them in and out of my tight channel. All the while, his mouth and tongue continue their delicious torture, sucking at my pussy lips one at a time before grazing his teeth over the bud of my clit.

I cry out, mindless abandon overtaking me. “Oh, God, Cal, please don’t stop.”

I vaguely hear him growl as he eats me relentlessly, sucking and pulling at my sensitive flesh while sliding his fingers in and out of me.

The combination sends me flying over the edge, and I come hard, my orgasm slamming through me.

I sob Callum’s name, my body stretched taut, my nipples tightening as ecstasy spears through me, stealing my breath and my senses.

“Holy crap,” I pant once I’ve recovered enough breath to speak.

Callum crawls up my body, pausing to suckle my nipples before claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. He inserts a leg between my thighs, and I can feel his hard cock nudging at my entrance.

“Do you want me to use a condom?”

“Huh?” Despite the amazing orgasm he just gave me, I’m still so turned on that I can barely think straight.

“A condom, sweetheart, to prevent pregnancy,” he says wryly.

“I’m on the pill. Are you…?”

“I’m clean, Angel, I swear. It’s been a long time for me.”

I swallow. “Then I want to feel you, all of you. I don’t want anything between us.”

“Fuck, you’re amazing, you know that?”

“Because I’m not making you wear a condom?” I tease .

“Because you’re the whole package, and I’m the luckiest fucker alive,” he says. “And, yes, because I want you bare, too. No barriers between us, not anymore.”

His words touch some inner part of me, unleashing a flood of hormones.

“Callum?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I need you. Please.” My voice breaks on the last word.

“You got me. All of me,” he murmurs, kissing my eyes, cheeks, and mouth.

He slides his hand down my thigh, gripping the back of my knee and lifting my leg to open me up to him. His cock bumps against my clit, making me shudder and arch into him.

“Lift your legs around my hips,” he instructs, his face tight with tension.

I do as he asks, wrapping my legs around him so my feet brush the back of his thighs. I hold my breath, feeling his tip pressing against my depths. My pussy is still slick from my orgasm, and he slips easily through my folds, missing the mark .

“Fuck. You’ve got me so off balance I’m like a bumbling schoolboy,” he growls.

I cup his face in my hands, smiling up at him. Shifting my position slightly, I wriggle beneath him so he’s lined up perfectly with my entrance.

“I’ll go slow, but tell me if you need me to stop,” he says, his voice harsh with restrained passion.

I nod, and my eyes widen as he presses the broad head of his cock against me. He pushes inside me an inch, but there are another seven or eight to go from what I saw earlier. Will I be able to fit all of him? Probably a little late to be asking that question.

He pushes in further, closing his eyes with a groan. “God, Angel, you’re so fucking tight.”

I take deep breaths and try to relax, but I know there’s only one way this will work. “Just do it,” I urge, pressing my lips together.

Callum pulls back to look at me. “Lily?—"

“Please! I need you inside me,” I say, digging my heels into his butt and wriggling my hips to incite him.

It works.

“Oh, God, Lily. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear,” he grunts, plunging his full length inside me.

It hurts more than I thought it would, a burning pain that intensifies and causes me to bite my lip to stem my cry of pain. It’s not like in the books I’ve read. Nothing tears or pops, but Callum is so big that it was always going to be a rough initiation.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m so sorry. You’re doing so good,” Callum croons, holding himself still as he kisses away the tears leaking from my eyes.

His mouth captures mine, kissing me deeply, reverently, distracting me until the pain fades to discomfort and then a dull throb. I wriggle beneath him again, sighing with relief and then gasping in surprise at the spike of pleasure surging through me.

“Are you good?” Callum’s voice strangled as he fights the need to move.

My body twitches on him, pulling him even deeper and I moan. “I’m better than good.”

He pulls out of me a little before sliding back in gently, testing the truth of my words. “Fuck, you feel amazing. So fucking good.”

My body stretches to accommodate him. He’s so big, and I feel so full as he strokes inside me again. Somehow the tiny amount of discomfort seems to heighten the pleasure. Instinctively, I move with him, my body encouraging him as it learns an age-old rhythm.

Callum stares into my eyes, and the moment is surreal and powerful. “You’re my man,” I whisper, knowing it deep in my soul.

“And you’re my woman,” he rasps, emphasizing his words with a firm thrust of his hips.

He grabs my hands, interlocking our fingers and pressing them into the pillow above my head. “So tight,” he moans, pulling out and pushing back inside me.

“Oh, God!” I shout as he penetrates me more deeply, taking me to a place I’ve never been.

His body wields power, and mine answers, feeding his hunger as surely as he’s feeding mine. I look down at our connected bodies, watching his shaft glisten with our mutual juices as it appears and disappears inside my body—such a primal and beautiful sight.

“I won’t last if you keep looking at me like that,” he grunts.

“This is beautiful. You’re beautiful,” I choke, overwhelmed by a swell of emotion for this man unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“I’m not a patch on you,” he grits out, still fighting the needs of his body, putting my pleasure before his own.

Our breath comes in pants, and sweat coats our bodies as we move together. I push up to meet his thrusts, taking all of him inside me until it feels like he’s hitting the tip of my cervix, and I can feel another orgasm building in my womb.

“Oh, fuck, Lily. I’m gonna come,” he grunts.

With one final thrust, his shout echoes around the room, and his cock twitches inside me as it erupts with his seed.

My pussy walls tighten around him as I follow him into bliss, crying out his name as his hips move rhythmically through his climax, extending my orgasm in a seemingly endless wave of pleasure.

We collapse together, my body softly cradling his in the aftermath, our bodies still joined. Callum trembles against me, and I stroke my hands over his broad shoulders and muscular back, soothing him with my touch as he slowly calms .

“Dear God, Lily. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life,” he says, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him. He tucks me into his side, holding me as if he never plans to let me go.

Contentment washes over me. I’m where I’m meant to be—in Callum’s arms, nestled close to his heart.