Chapter 22 Rook #2
I'm still rock hard inside her, throbbing with need, but I don't move. Just hold her while she comes back to herself, one hand stroking the damp curve of her spine. She feels so fucking perfect in my arms, like every missing piece of me finally slotting back into place.
"Jesus Christ," she finally mumbles against my skin, voice hoarse and wrecked.
After a moment, she shifts against me, then freezes. I watch her eyes widen slightly as she realizes I'm still hard inside her. Her gaze locks with mine, something primal and hungry flashing across her features.
"You didn't…" she whispers, rolling her hips experimentally against me.
I hiss through my teeth at the sensation, my hands automatically tightening on her waist. "Not yet."
A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face. She presses her palms against my chest, pushing herself up slightly. The movement causes me to slide deeper, and we both groan.
"Well, that's not fair at all," she murmurs, her voice still raspy from my hand on her throat. "I can't have my husband unsatisfied on church grounds. Seems… sacrilegious."
"Calla," I warn, but there's no heat behind it. Just desperation.
She moves again, slow and deliberate, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. Every roll of her hips sends lightning up my spine. I grip her thighs hard enough to bruise, trying to control the pace, but she's having none of it.
I'm done letting her control this. With a growl, I grip her waist and flip her in one smooth motion, rolling her beneath me onto the damp grass. She gasps as her back hits the ground, eyes wide with surprise and heat as I hover over her.
"My turn," I rasp, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
The moonlight catches on her face, illuminating the flush on her cheeks, the parted lips still swollen from my kisses. Her hair fans out around her head like a dark halo against the church lawn. I drink in the sight of her—my wife, my woman, spread out beneath me like a sacrifice.
"Rook," she breathes, my name a prayer on her lips. She arches up, trying to reconnect our bodies, but I hold myself just out of reach.
"Tell me what you want," I demand, my voice rough with need. "Beg for it."
Her eyes flash, defiant even now. "Make me."
I smirk, lowering my head to her neck, dragging my teeth along the sensitive skin there. "I intend to."
My free hand slides between us, finding her slick heat, still sensitive from before. She moans as I circle her clit with my thumb, teasing her back to the edge. Her hips buck against my touch, seeking more.
"Fuck, look at you," I growl, watching her writhe beneath me. "Still so fucking hungry for me."
Without warning, I thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt. Her back arches off the ground, a choked cry escaping her lips. I don't give her time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that has her gasping with each stroke.
"This what you wanted?" I rasp, my voice barely human as I pound into her. "Getting fucked raw on holy ground like the dirty girl you are?"
"Yes," she moans, her nails raking down my back. "Harder."
I grip her thigh, hitching it higher around my waist to drive even deeper. The new angle makes her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
"That's it," I praise, feeling her tighten around me. "Taking my cock so fucking good. Always knew how to milk me dry, didn’t you?”
I release her leg and grab both her wrists in one quick motion, pinning them above her head against the grass.
She gasps, testing my grip, but I hold firm, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingers.
The moonlight catches on her ring, sending silver fractured light dancing across her face as she struggles playfully against my hold.
"Look at that," I growl, nodding toward the glittering band. "That's my mark on you. Tells everyone you're mine to fuck, to protect, to own."
Her eyes darken at my words, pupils blown wide with lust. I can feel her getting wetter around me, clenching tight as I thrust deeper.
"You like that?" I ask, voice rough as gravel. "Like being owned by the big bad biker? The one your daddy warned you about?"
"God, yes," she moans, arching beneath me despite being pinned. "I love when you talk like that."
I tighten my grip on her wrists, using my other hand to cup her face, my thumb pressing against her bottom lip. She opens immediately, taking it into her mouth, sucking it with hollowed cheeks that make my cock throb inside of her.
"You like the taste?" I growl, watching her suck my thumb. "Bet you'd rather have something bigger in that pretty mouth."
She releases my thumb with a pop, eyes challenging me in the moonlight. "Maybe I would. Maybe I want to taste myself on your cock."
Her words hit me like a freight train. My hips stutter against hers, rhythm faltering at the filthy suggestion coming from those perfect lips.
"Fuck, baby," I groan, leaning down to bite at her neck. "Say it again. Tell me what you want."
She strains against my grip on her wrists, not trying to escape but testing the restraint. "I want to get on my knees for you," she whispers, voice dripping with sin. "Want to feel you hit the back of my throat while you pull my hair."
I nearly lose it right there, her dirty words pushing me dangerously close to the edge. I release her wrists, flipping her onto her stomach in one quick motion. She gasps as I yank her hips up, positioning her on all fours.
Her back arches beneath me, a filthy moan tearing from her throat as I thrust into her from behind. The sound drives me wild. I wrap my hand in her hair, gathering the strands into my fist before yanking her head back sharply. Her spine bows, throat exposed to the night sky.
"Fuck yes," she gasps, her voice breaking as I slam deeper. "Pull harder."
I oblige, tightening my grip until she whimpers, the sound pure pleasure-pain. My other hand slides around her throat, fingers finding their place along her pulse points. I squeeze just enough to make her breath catch, to make her eyes roll back.
"You like that?" I growl against her ear, feeling her pussy clench around me as I restrict her airflow. "Like feeling me control when you breathe while I fuck you raw?"
She can't answer, just nods frantically, her body trembling beneath mine. I ease my grip for a moment, letting her gasp a desperate breath before tightening again.
"My dirty little wife," I rasp, my teeth finding the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I bite down, not gentle, marking her pale skin.
"Spread those knees wider," I command, voice barely recognizable through the fog of lust. "Let me see that pretty pussy from behind."
She complies immediately, lowering her chest to the grass, ass high in the air. The sight of her like this, exposed and vulnerable under the moonlight, nearly breaks me. I grip her hips with bruising force and drive into her with one hard thrust.
"Fuck!" she cries out, the sound echoing in the night air.
I bend over her back, one hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back. "Quiet," I growl against her ear. "Unless you want the whole goddamn town to hear what a dirty girl their sweethearts become."
"Maybe I do," she pants, pushing back against me. "Maybe I want everyone to know who's making me scream."
Christ, her words are gonna kill me. I slam into her harder, my free hand wrapping around to find her clit. She's soaked, swollen beneath my fingers.
"You want everyone to hear how you take my cock?" I snarl, teeth scraping the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder. "Want them all to know what my woman sounds like when she's getting fucked in God's backyard?"
Her entire body trembles beneath me, muscles tightening as my fingers work faster against her clit. I can feel her getting close again, her inner walls fluttering around my cock as she balances on the edge.
"I'm gonna come," she gasps, the words barely audible. "Oh god, Rook, I'm gonna—"
She shatters beneath me, her body convulsing as she comes hard around my cock.
The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her pulsing around me, it's too much.
My rhythm falters, hips slamming into hers one last time as I follow her over the edge.
I bury myself deep, groaning her name as I empty inside her, pleasure crashing through me like a tidal wave.
I collapse beside her on the damp grass, both of us breathing hard. My arm drapes across her waist, pulling her against me as aftershocks ripple through our bodies. The night air cools our sweat-slicked skin, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves above us. For a long moment, neither of us speaks.
Calla’s soft giggle breaks the quiet.
I tilt my head, still catching my breath. “Are you… You’re laughing?”
Her giggle tips into a full laugh, bright and shameless in the dark.
“Oh, you think that’s funny?” I growl, but the corner of my mouth betrays me. I start laughing too, low and rough until it shakes through my chest.
“I love you,” she says when the laughter fades, forehead resting against mine.
“Yeah?” I press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”
We pull our clothes back on, still grinning, still brushing against each other like we can’t quite stop. One last slow kiss, all heat and promise, before we step out from behind the church into the quiet night.
I brush my thumb along her jaw, the last of the churchyard shadows slipping off her skin.
“Let’s go home,” I say, voice low. “Not the clubhouse. Your cabin. If you’ll let me.”
Her eyes shine in the dark, steady as a vow. “Always.”
I lace our fingers and lead her toward the bikes, the night air cool against sweat and grass. For the first time in years, it feels like the world is ours to ride—me, my woman, and our boy waiting at the end of the road.