Chapter 5 #2
He kissed down my throat. Slower now, taking his time even though every muscle in his body was taut with urgency.
His mouth was hot on my collarbone, my shoulder, the curve of my breast. He took my nipple into his mouth and I gasped, my back arching, my fingers threading into his hair and holding him there.
The sensation was sharp and sweet and it radiated outward, down through my belly, between my thighs, gathering heat.
His mouth moved lower. Across my ribs, down my stomach. I wanted it, wanted his mouth everywhere, but more than that I wanted him. All of him. The weight and the heat and the fullness of him inside me.
"Angel." His name came out rough. "I want you. Now. Please, I don't want to wait."
He came back up my body, settled between my thighs, and the sight of him, hard and thick and wanting me, made my breath stutter.
He braced himself over me. One hand planted by my head, the other gripping my hip, angling me up toward him. His eyes locked on mine. Dark, intense, burning with something nobody had ever directed at me before.
He pushed into me.
My head fell back against the pillow. The stretch of him, the slow, relentless press of him filling me, was overwhelming.
He was big and I felt every inch of it, the way my body opened for him, the way he held himself back, controlled, giving me time to adjust even though I could feel the restraint costing him, could see it in the cords of his neck and the flex of his jaw.
"Okay?" he asked. His voice was wrecked. Low and rough and barely held together.
I didn’t answer with words, and instead pulled him down and kissed him, sloppy and desperate, and I rolled my hips up to take him deeper and we both groaned into each other's mouths.
He moved. And the first real thrust drove every coherent thought out of my head.
He didn't hold back. The tenderness of last time had given way to something rawer, more urgent, driven by the threat outside and the fear of losing this and the desperate, animal need to be as close as two people could get.
His hips drove into mine with a rhythm that was steady and devastating, deep strokes that I felt in my entire body, that pushed the air out of my lungs and made me grip his shoulders because I needed something to hold onto.
"God, Angel... just like that, oh fuck."
He shifted his angle, hitched my thigh higher up his hip, and the next stroke hit somewhere inside me that made my vision blur.
I cried out, loud, louder than I meant to, and I didn't care.
I didn't care if every brother in this compound probably heard me because the man above me was looking at me like I was everything and moving inside me like he'd been built for exactly this and nothing in my life had ever felt this good.
His hand tightened on my hip. He pulled me into each thrust, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh there, and the possessiveness of it, the way he held me where he wanted me, made something inside me ignite.
He wasn't gentle and I didn't want gentle.
I wanted this. The raw, primal, consuming weight of him above me, the sound of his breathing gone ragged, the low sounds he made against my neck that he probably didn't know he was making.
I dragged my nails down his back. He hissed through his teeth, his hips snapping harder, and I felt his control slipping.
The composed, patient, deliberate man who ran this compound and commanded these brothers was losing himself inside me, and the power of that was intoxicating.
I'd broken through something. Every measured, careful thing about him was gone and what was left was raw and desperate and mine.
"Callie." My name in his mouth, broken, reverent, like he didn't know he was saying it.
“Fucking hell.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled him deeper, and we found a rhythm that was messy, urgent and perfect.
His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin, and every thrust built the pressure inside me higher, tighter, a wave gathering force with nowhere to go but through me.
I could feel it coming. The tension coiling in my belly, my thighs, everywhere he was touching me.
His hand slid between us, his thumb finding the exact right spot, and he worked me with the same devastating consistency he'd been using since the beginning.
Steady, relentless, and utterly sure of what he was doing.
The combination of his hand and his body inside me was too much.
I was shaking, gripping his shoulders, my breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.
"Let go," he said against my ear. The same words he'd said last time, but the voice was different. Rougher. Darker. The voice of a man right on the edge himself. "I want to feel you. Come for me."
I shattered.
It hit me like a wave, starting where his body met mine and radiating outward, through my belly, my chest, the tips of my fingers.
I came so hard I stopped breathing, my body clenching around him, my nails buried in his back, a sound tearing out of me that I didn't recognize as my own voice.
It went on and on, pulsing through me in waves, and he kept moving, kept driving into me through it, extending it until I was gasping and oversensitive and trembling beneath him.
He followed me seconds later. His whole body went rigid, his hips pressed deep, and he came with his face buried in my neck, his breath searing against my skin.
I felt him pulse inside me, felt the shudder that ran through his body, felt the exact moment the tension broke and he let go of everything he'd been carrying.
He stayed inside me. Dropped his weight onto me, careful, keeping some of it on his forearms, but enough that I could feel the solid reality of him pressing me into the mattress.
His breathing was ragged against my neck.
My fingers moved through his hair, slow, tracing the shape of his skull, feeling the dampness at his hairline.
Neither of us spoke. There was nothing to say that our bodies hadn't already said.
The threat was still out there. The Jackals, the cop, the danger that had followed me to this town, this man and his bed.
But in that moment, with the weight of him on me and the beat of his heart against mine and his breath slowing in the hollow of my neck, none of it could touch us.
He rolled to his side eventually, pulled me into him, my back against his chest, his arm heavy around my waist. His mouth found the place behind my ear and stayed there, warm, breathing me in.
I pressed back into him. Felt his arm tighten.