Page 87 of The Last Call Home
Another inch.Then another.He sinks into me slowly, the stretch intoxicating.My body opens for him, welcoming, greedy, slick, and ready.My hips lift to meet him, needing more.
He groans as he sinks all the way in, every inch claimed in a single, breath-stealing thrust.
His head drops, breath falling against my collarbone, and for a moment, we’re just there—connected, trembling, both ruined and whole.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he mutters, voice ragged against my skin.“You were made for this.Made for me.”
And then he starts to move.
A slow retreat, the thick drag of him teasing every nerve ending, making me feel every ridge, every inch.Then, a deep, rolling thrust that slams a moan out of me.
“Yes—fuck, yes,” I gasp, my nails biting into the muscles of his back as he fills me again.
He groans, low and primal, lips dragging across my jaw, then my mouth, kissing me like he’s trying to own my next breath.His tongue strokes deep, echoing the rhythm of his hips.He pulls back only to bite at my lower lip, then buries himself again, harder this time, grinding into me like he can’t get deep enough.
His thrusts pick up pace—slow enough to draw it out, hard enough to make my legs tremble.
I can barely breathe.I don’t want to.
His hand slides down between our bodies, fingers finding my clit.He rubs it in tight, filthy circles that make my body arch.
“You feel how soaked you are?”he groans, hips pumping into me.“You’re dripping around me, baby.You’re clenching like you’re already about to come.”
“Cassian—” My voice breaks.My hands claw at his back, hips rolling to meet every thrust.
“That’s it,” he growls, voice thick with lust.“Come for me.Let me feel it.Let me feel you fall apart while I’m fucking you full.”
He presses his fingers harder, faster, stroking my clit in rhythm with his cock pounding into me.My body goes tight.Every nerve is screaming.My orgasm builds sharp and fast, spiraling up my spine.
“I’m—fuck—I’m?—”
“I’ve got you,” he rasps, kissing me through it.“Come on, baby.Let me feel you come.”
I break.
My climax slams through me like a tidal wave—violent, gorgeous, unstoppable.My walls clamp down around him, and I scream his name, writhing under him as he keeps moving.Thrusting deep, every stroke dragging more of me out, while his fingers work me until I’m sobbing from the intensity.
“Lilah,” he chokes, thrusts stuttering.“Fuck, I’m gonna come?—”
His hips jerk once, then again, as he spills into me, pulse by pulse—hot, thick, and claiming.The warmth hits deep, and the moment it does, my body tightens around him, a raw aftershock ripping through me like I’m breaking open all over again.
He collapses over me, breathing hard, lips pressing into my shoulder, my neck, my cheek.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice cracking with the force of it.“You feel too good.Too perfect.”
His nose grazes mine.Our breaths intertwine.
“Soon,” he whispers, still locked inside me, his voice low and wrecked.“You’ll be ours.We just have to show our Mal he’s worthy of this.Of love.Of us.You’ll help me, won’t you?”
His words wrap around something deep inside me—something tender and aching.
And I feel it—his promise.
In the way he holds me like I’m both breakable and indestructible all at once.
In the way his body curves over mine, keeping the world out, keeping us in.
Still joined.Still pulsing.Still ours.
