Page 20 of Claiming Lily (Claiming 2)

“I need you. Please!” My voice breaks on the last word.

“You got me. All of me,” he murmurs, kissing my eyes, my cheeks, my 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 up 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 that my feet brush the back of his thighs. I hold my breath, feeling the tip of him 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 feel 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 that 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 just an inch, but there are still 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 on 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.

It works.

“Oh, God, Lily! I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I swear!” he grunts just before he plunges 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. It’s just he’s so big 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 that leak 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 that surges through me.

“Are you good?” he asks, his 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 feels surreal, powerful. “You’re my man,” I whisper, feeling it deep down in my soul.

“And you’re my woman,” he rasps, emphasizing his words with a firm thrust of his hips.

He grabs my hands, interlocking our fingers and pressing them into the pillow above my head. “So tight,” he moans, pulling out and then pushing all the way back inside me.

“Oh, God!” I shout as he penetrates me more deeply, taking me to a place I’ve never been.

I can feel the power his body is wielding over mine, and my body answers, feeding his hunger just as surely as he’s feeding mine. I look down at our connected bodies, watching his shaft glistening with our mutual juices as it appears and disappears inside my body—such a primal and beautiful sight.

“I won’t last if you keep looking at me like that,” he grunts.

“This is beautiful. You’re beautiful,” I choke, feeling a swell of emotion for this man unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“I’m not a patch on you,” he grits out, still fighting the needs of his body, putting my pleasure before his own.

Our breath comes in pants, and sweat coats our bodies as we move together. I push up to meet his thrusts, taking all of him inside me until it feels like he’s hitting the tip of my cervix, and I can feel another orgasm building in my womb.

“Oh, fuck, Lily! I’m gonna come!” he grunts.

With one final thrust, his shout echoes around the room, and I feel his cock twitch inside me as it erupts with his seed. My pussy walls tighten around him as I follow him into bliss, crying out his name as his hips continue to move rhythmically through his climax, extending my orgasm in a seemingly endless wave of pleasure.

We collapse together, my body softly cradling his in the aftermath, our bodies still joined. Callum trembles against me, and I stroke my hands over his broad shoulders, his muscular back, soothing him with my touch as he slowly calms.

“Dear God, Lily. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life!” he says, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him. He tucks me into his side, holding me as if he never plans to let me go.

Contentment washes over me. I’m where I’m meant to be - in Callum’s arms, nestled close to his heart.

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