Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
CALDER
She has no fucking clue the inferno she’s ignited inside me, but I’m done pretending to be anything but what I am, the man who’s going to ruin her the right way.
No one else will ever touch what’s already mine.
I’m going to drown her in everything she’s been starving for, safety, worship, raw obsession, and all I’ll demand is her complete, trembling surrender.
She’s aching for it, dripping for real possession. She was always meant to be owned by me.
Virgin or not wouldn’t have mattered, but knowing I’m the first, and the last, man who will ever lay a finger on her? That alone makes my cock throb harder than it ever has. She’s untouched land, and I’m about to plant myself so deep she’ll carry me for the rest of her life.
“Last fucking chance, Wren.” My voice is low gravel, edged with threat. “Say the word and I walk. Stay silent, and I claim every tight, perfect inch of you. I take it. I mark it. I fucking own it.”
Her pink tongue darts across those swollen lips like she’s already tasting me. The hunger in her eyes, pure, filthy, and desperate, is going to destroy me, and I welcome every second of it.
She drops her hands from my chest, seizes the hem of my long-sleeve tee she’s been swimming in, and yanks it over her head in one impatient motion. Her heavy breasts spill free. Full, pert, nipples flushed dark red and straining, begging for my mouth. Obscene. Perfect. Mine.
“Touch me, Calder. Please.”
No teasing. I lunge, latch onto one stiff peak and suck hard, groaning at the taste of her skin on my tongue. My cock is painfully hard, leaking steadily against my sweats. I shove them down just enough to free it, ten thick, veined inches pulsing between us like a weapon.
Her eyes widen, a delicious cocktail of fear and greedy fascination as she stares at the sheer size of me.
“Wrap your hands around it, Wren. Feel what you’ve done. Show me how desperate you are to have this splitting you open.”
She hesitates only a heartbeat before both small hands reach for me. Her fingers can’t close around the girth. The sight of her trying, fucking trying, pulls a growl from my throat.
“Tighter. Stroke like you mean it. Up, slow at first. Fuck, yes, just like that. Good girl. Now faster. Milk the precum out and slick your hands with it. Pump me until I’m dripping down your wrists.”
I switch to her other nipple, biting just hard enough to make her gasp, while my hands dive into the loose sweats at her hips.
I grip her bare ass, lush, wide, more than a handful, and squeeze possessively, kneading the soft flesh like I’m already claiming it for later.
I can picture it so clearly, bending her over, spreading her wide, watching that perfect ass bounce as I pound into her until she screams, then pulling out to paint every curve white.
She’s trembling against me, thighs pressed tight, breathing in short, needy pants.
I drag my mouth to her ear, voice vicious and low. “You don’t leave my lap until I’ve fucked every hole, filled every part of you, and ruined you for anyone who isn’t me. Say it, Wren. Tell me who this body belongs to.”
Her breath hitches, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing keeping her from drowning. She doesn’t speak right away, maybe she can’t, but her hips rock forward, pressing the wet heat between her thighs against my leg.
“Say it,” I growl, fingers digging into her ass, yanking her harder against my throbbing length. “Tell me who this perfect little body belongs to. I want the words.”
She swallows, lips parting on a shaky exhale. Her voice comes out small, wrecked, devastatingly sweet. “You… it’s yours, Calder. All of it. I’m yours.”
The confession snaps something primal loose. I crush my mouth to hers, hard, claiming, and no gentleness left. My tongue invades, owns the wet heat of her the same way I’m about to own the rest. She moans into me, nails clawing my shoulders, trying to pull me closer.
I break the kiss only long enough to hook my fingers into the waistband of the borrowed sweats and shove them down her legs in one rough yank.
They pool at her ankles and she quickly kicks them away with an impatient little huff.
Then she’s completely bare, her soft curves glowing in the firelight, skin flushed from neck to thighs, that untouched pussy glistening, swollen, and begging for my mouth.
Before she can catch her breath, I spin her around by the hips so the couch is right behind her knees. “Sit,” I order, voice thick with hunger.
She doesn’t resist. I guide her down until she reclines backward across the couch cushions.
Her head and shoulders sink into the pillows.
Her breasts heaving, stomach tight, that slick, pink center fully exposed to the flickering orange glow and to me, I drop to my knees between her spread thighs, the rug soft under me, heat from the fire licking at my back.
My hands clamp around the backs of her thighs, fingers digging in as I force them wider, opening her completely until she’s trembling and whimpering above me.
“Look at you,” I growl against her inner thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Already dripping for me. This greedy little cunt knows exactly who it belongs to.”
She whimpers, fingers flying to tangle in my hair as I lean in and drag my tongue straight up her slit…slow, deliberate, savoring every inch of how soaked and sweet she is. Hot. Wet. Mine.
“Calder…oh god.”
I don’t let her finish the plea. I seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard and relentlessly while two fingers plunge inside her without warning.
She’s so fucking tight, walls fluttering and clenching around me like they’re trying to pull me deeper.
I curl them, stroking that swollen spot inside until her hips jerk off the couch, a broken cry tearing from her throat.
“You’re soaking my hand already,” I mutter against her, voice muffled as I keep licking, sucking, devouring. “Taste how desperate you are. How ready to be ruined.”
Her legs shake violently around my shoulders. She grips my hair so hard it stings, pulling me closer instead of pushing away. Good girl. I want her marks. I want her to feel this tomorrow in every sore muscle and every bruise I leave.
I pull back just enough to meet her glassy, wrecked eyes over the flushed curve of her body. “Beg for my cock, Wren,” I rasp, fingers still buried deep, thumb circling her clit in slow, punishing strokes. “Beg me to fill you right here on this couch until you can’t remember anything but my name.”
I seal my mouth over her clit and suck, hard and relentless, while two fingers plunge inside her without warning. So fucking tight—even two fingers stretch her, walls fluttering, clenching, trying to pull me deeper. I curl them, stroking that spot until her hips jerk violently.
She’s trembling so badly I have to band an arm around her waist to hold her up. “Please,” she chokes, voice breaking. “Please, Calder, fuck me. I need you inside me. Ruin me. Make me yours.”
That’s all I need. I surge up, lift her like she weighs nothing, carry her the three steps to the bed, and drop her onto her back. I follow, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other fists my cock and notches it at her entrance.
“Look at me,” I snarl when her eyes flutter shut. “Watch every second while I take what’s mine.”
Her gaze snaps to mine, wide, terrified, desperate as I push in. One brutal, slow inch at a time.
She gasps, back arching, thighs quaking as her body fights the stretch. I don’t stop, deeper, thicker, until I’m buried to the hilt, balls tight against her ass, her broken little sounds shooting straight to my spine.
“Fuck,” I groan, forehead to hers. “So tight. So perfect. Made for me.”
I give her a heartbeat, then I move, hard, deep, possessive.
Each thrust claims more, marks her inside where no one else will ever reach.
Her nails rake my back, her legs lock around me like she’s afraid I’ll stop.
I don’t. Not until she’s screaming, clenching so hard I we stars.
When I finally let go, slamming deep and flooding her with pulse after thick pulse of my cum, she knows. She’s mine. Forever.
Outside, the storm howls like it wants to rip the roof off, wind hurling snow against the windows in furious sheets. The power died hours ago. The house is dark except for the wild orange glow of the fireplace we’ve kept roaring all evening. The room is thick with burning pine, sex, and her.
I’m still buried inside her, cock throbbing with aftershocks, her walls fluttering like they want to keep me there. She’s panting against my neck, legs locked around my waist, nails dug into my shoulders, leaving crescent marks I’ll wear like trophies. But I’m nowhere near done.
I pull out slowly, deliberately, watching her face twist at the emptiness, a soft, broken whine escaping her lips.
My cum leaks out immediately, thick, white, dripping down her thighs.
The sight twists something savage in my gut.
“On your knees, Wren,” I rasp, voice rough from growling her name. “Right here in front of the fire.”
Her eyes flick to the thick wool rug before the hearth, already warm from the dancing flames.
She doesn’t hesitate. Legs shaky, she slides off the couch and drops to all fours facing the fire.
The light paints her in gold and shadow.
The elegant curve of her spine, the heavy sway of her breasts, the perfect heart of her ass lifted like an offering.
She looks obscene with her back arched, thighs parted just enough to show how swollen and slick she is, my release still glistening between her legs.
I move behind her, knees sinking into the rug.
I fist the base of my still-hard cock, coated in her, and drag the head through her folds, teasing, coating myself in our mess.
“You feel that?” I growl, leaning over her so my chest presses to her back, lips at her ear. “That’s me inside you. Marking you. And I’m about to do it again…deeper. Harder. Until you can’t think of anything but who owns this cunt.”
She shivers, pushing back, chasing me. “Please, Calder…”
I don’t make her beg twice. I surge forward in one long, brutal thrust, seating myself to the hilt so hard her arms buckle. She drops to her elbows, cheek to the rug, ass still high. The angle is devastating; I grind against that spot that makes her sob my name.
The fire crackles louder, heat licking our skin as I start to move, slow at first, savoring how she grips me, then faster, harder. Skin slaps skin, wet and filthy in the quiet between wind gusts.
My hands clamp her hips holding her exactly where I want. I watch myself disappear into her over and over, her ass bouncing with each punishing thrust, my cum from before smearing across her thighs.
“Look at the fire,” I order. “Watch the flames while I fuck you like you belong to me. Because you do.”
She turns her head just enough, eyes glassy, reflecting the blaze. Her mouth falls open on a moan that’s half sob, half plea. The storm rattles the house; distant thunder answers her.
I slide one hand up her spine, fist her hair, yank her head back firmly, arching her deeper, making her gasp. “Say it again,” I demand, pounding relentlessly, balls slapping her clit. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she cries, voice cracking. “Only you…Calder… I’m yours…don’t stop.”
I don’t. My free hand reaches around, fingers finding her swollen clit and circling hard. She shatters instantly, body locking down, pulsing violently around me. Her raw scream muffles against the rug as she comes apart, thighs shaking, back bowing.
I follow right after, growling her name like a curse as I slam deep and empty inside her again. Pulse after thick pulse, filling her until it spills out, dripping onto the rug beneath us.
We stay locked together, me draped over her back, both of us panting. The fire pops and hisses as the storm outside begins to quiet.
I press a slow, possessive kiss to the nape of her neck. “Mine,” I murmur against her skin. “All fucking mine.”
She turns her head just enough to meet my eyes, wrecked, sated, still hungry. “Yours,” she whispers.