Page 8 of Edge
A savage grin cut across my face. “Good girl.”
I shifted Callie higher, her thighs cinching my ribs and her damp heat grinding against the bulge until I almost saw stars. Every step toward the room dragged the thick ridge of my cock against her, denim scraping sensitive flesh until pain and pleasure blurred. My breath came hard, my teeth clenched, but my focus didn’t break.
I laid her out in the center of the bed, taking my time even though my blood was practically boiling. Her hair spread wild across the pillow, skin flushed from the orgasm I’d already wrung out of her, eyes dark and heated, and her tits bouncing with each choppy breath, like she was still trying to catch up. My chest burned at the sight.Mine.
My boots hit the floor with heavy thuds, dust scattering from the tread. Then I shrugged out of my cut, the leather sliding offmy shoulders, before I dropped it over a chair. My shirt followed, tugged off in one hard pull.
Callie’s eyes never left me—hungry, wide, and drinking in every inch like she couldn’t help herself. The more she looked, the thinner my leash stretched. Calm and control were always my armor, but with her watching me like that, I felt the edges fray. Felt the crazy motherfucker inside me trying to break free.
My hands went to the button of my jeans, and when I freed my cock, the air turned molten. Her sharp gasp hit me like a gunshot. She went eerily still, her eyes widening at the sight of my shaft—thick, hard, veins corded under skin, the swollen tip purple and slick with precome.
Her throat worked, and I caught a flicker of worry shadowing her face as she whispered, “I don’t think…um…that can’t possibly fit…”
I stifled a chuckle as I crawled onto the bed, muscles straining as I caged her with every inch forward. My cock slid along her folds, hot and wet, painting her with me but not inside yet. I dipped my head low, my mouth brushing her ear.
“Might hurt a little,” I rasped, my voice rough as asphalt. “Stretchin’ this sweet pussy open around me. But I’ll make you feel so fucking good, baby, you won’t care.”
Her teeth caught her lip, eyes darting away nervously, and my eyes narrowed.
I gripped her chin, firm enough to drag her gaze back to mine. “Don’t look away from me. Not now. Tell me what you’re hiding.”
Her blush spread hot across her cheeks, then down her neck. She stammered, “I-I’m not. I mean, it’s just that I haven’t… before.”
The words hit like a flashbang, and my gut locked, my cock pulsing so hard it hurt. A feral, primal beast tore through my chest, snapping teeth and shredding the last scraps of restraint. Iwas gonna be the first. The only. No man had ever touched what I was about to claim.
I dragged a breath through my teeth, fighting for a shred of control.
“You having second thoughts?” My voice came out low and dangerous. “Because I already gave you your out, baby. You agreed to be mine, and I’m not gonna let go easy.”
She blinked up at me, her blue eyes shy and her worried lips trembling. “So…you’re not upset that I’m a virgin?”
My laugh was a jagged growl. “Upset? Hell, baby, I’m happy as shit. Means I get to pop that sweet cherry and claim you in a way no other man ever will. Means I don’t have to hunt down and kill every bastard who ever touched you.”
Her eyes widened, and she giggled, probably assuming I was joking.
I wasn’t.
But she didn’t need to know that.
I softened my grip on her chin, my thumb brushing her cheek, the tender contradiction to the dark promise underneath.
“You’re mine,” I whispered, a feral smile tugging at my mouth. “First. Last. Only. Remember that.”
I braced myself over her, my forearms caging her in as I caught her wrists. Her pulse fluttered beneath my fingers as I dragged her hands up, locking them above her head. My fingers laced tightly through hers, grounding her even while I lined my cock at her entrance.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
Her eyes flicked up, wide and glistening. That was enough.
I pushed, slow as a blade sliding into its sheath, inch by deliberate inch. Heat swallowed me, tight as a vise, and my vision blurred at the edges. She gasped, chest arching, her beautiful face caught between awe and pain.
“Breathe, baby,” I rasped, my mouth hovering over hers, every nerve on fire. “Good girl. That’s it—open up for me.”
Her nails bit crescents into my hands where I still held her pinned, but she didn’t pull away. She lifted her hips instead, offering herself up even as her breath stuttered.
I sank deeper, my cock wrapped in fire, her body stretching around me like it was fighting and yielding all at once. I paused when her face tightened, the muscles under me trembling.
“Easy.” I brushed my nose along her temple, stealing a kiss at the corner of her mouth. “I’ll wait. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So perfect.”
