Page 36 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
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.
Itworks.
“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.
