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It’ll be surrender.

Chapter 23 – Lazaro

We move almost simultaneously. With my cock straining in my jeans, I grab Calista's hand and guide her to my bedroom. My body is already trembling with need, and I can feel the heat building between us. My jeans are far too tight, my arousal pressing against them with every step I take. It's almost painful, but it's the kind of pain I crave right now.

We barely make it to the door before I turn to face her. The space between us is thick with electricity, as if every breath we take ignites the room in a way nothing else could. Her lips are parted, her skin flushed a deep shade of desire. Her eyes, dark and filled with hunger, lock onto mine. It’s raw, undeniable, and everything I want.

I don't speak. Words aren’t necessary when heat is clearly simmering between us.

Calista grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me to her, her kiss a collision of hunger and heat. It’s desperate, almost frantic, our mouths crashing together in an explosion of raw need. My hands find her body, roaming over the soft curves, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips.

I don't think—I'm on autopilot, consumed by the need to touch her, claim her. I drop to my knees in front of her, positioning myself between her legs, my hands already gripping her hips as I look up at her with a growl of anticipation.

Her breath catches, her body trembling slightly at the intensity of my gaze.

“Lazaro—what are you doing?” she asks, her voice trembling but filled with that same desire.

My hands slip beneath the waistband of her pants, pulling them down with unshakeable slowness, as if savoring every second. She stands before me, only the thin shirt she’s wearing left to cling to her body, barely covering anything. I drag it up over her hips, exposing the lacy strip of underwear she’s wearing—already soaked through.

Without warning, I tear the lace off, ripping the fabric in one swift, brutal motion. She gasps, a soft sound of surprise.

“You’re soaked,” I murmur, my breath hot against her skin as I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh. The scent of her skin, the hint of what I crave, fills my senses. I kiss a slow, passionate path up her leg, teasing her, my stubble grazing her soft skin. The anticipation is maddening, but there’s no rush.

When I finally reach the spot I’ve been aching for, I press my lips to her, my tongue flicking out for a long, languid stroke from her entrance to her clit.

A broken moan escapes her, a sound of pure pleasure. Her knees tremble, barely holding her upright as I continue my exploration.

I growl against her, inhaling deeply. She tastes like fire and honey, and I can’t get enough. I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, circling and flicking, then drawing it in deeper. Her fingers clutch at my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. She starts to grind against my face, desperate, searching for more.

“That's it,” I growl, my mouth never leaving her, my tongue now plunging deep inside her, fucking her with just my lips. “Give it to me. Drown me in you.”

She’s shaking now, her moans turning frantic, small, desperate cries with every movement of my tongue. My mouth is greedy, untamed—consuming her in the way I’ve been dying to. I want all of her. I want to own her in this moment, body and soul.

She shudders beneath me, her body tightening as she gasps, “Fuck—Lazaro—God—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” I grip her tighter, pressing my lips against her clit, sucking hard as my fingers slide up to thrust into her. Two deep strokes, curling just the right way, and she explodes in my mouth.

Her body convulses as she comes, her thighs trembling around my head, squeezing me in a vice grip. I hold her in place, not letting go, not stopping. I drink every drop of her, savoring the taste of her release, feeling the intensity of her pleasure as it pulses through me. She whimpers, her body still jerking with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She’s overwhelmed, her entire being writhing from the overstimulation, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes as she fights to catch her breath.

Only then do I stand, my lips glistening with her release, eyes dark and dangerous. The taste of her still lingers on my tongue, and I can feel the hunger burning deeper inside me.

She stares at me, her gaze heavy with awe, mixed with a fire that matches my own.

Without giving her a moment to recover, I reach for her. I grab her with force, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighs nothing. In one swift motion, I toss her onto the bed. Her legs instinctively fall open, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but there's an undeniable hunger in her eyes, a greedy want that mirrors mine.

I yank off the rest of my clothes, not taking my eyes off her for a second. I crawl over her like a predator, my body filled with the need to claim her again.

“You’ve come on my tongue,” I growl, my voice thick with desire, as I lean in to kiss her fiercely. “Now you’ll come on my cock.”

And then, I take her again. Harder. Deeper. Filthier than before.

I drive into her in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt in her wet, drenched heat. The feeling of her warmth surrounding me is almost too much to bear, but I can’t stop. Her back arches off the bed, her body meeting mine with a sharp cry as her fingers dig into my biceps like claws.

“Fuck—Lazaro!” she gasps, the sound of my name leaving her mouth like a prayer, like an offering.

“That’s right,” I hiss against her throat, my hips grinding deep, savoring the velvet tightness of her. “Feel every inch. This is what your body’s been begging for.”

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