His whole body jerked. “Fuck, Auri,” he growled. “You’re gonna kill me.” The piercing was cool to the touch. I glanced up at him through my lashes to see him watching me stroke him through hooded eyes. He caught me staring. I licked my lips. Then—slow as sin—I sucked thepre-cumoff my thumb like a shot of something expensive.
His knees fuckingbuckled, and he leaned into me to catch himself.
I plucked the condom from his hands and rolled it down his shaft in slow,worshippingstrokes, watching as his stomach clenched. He clutched my waist as I did, his grip tightening when I scraped my nails gently along the underside and over the piercing. “God, you’re hot,” I whispered. “I want you everywhere.”
“Two more seconds of this and I’ll fuck you senseless right here, love.”
I dragged my tongue across my lips just to watch his pupils dilate. “That’s the idea.”
He let out a guttural,wreckedsound, hands clamping around my thighs like he was claiming them. Then he dragged me to the edge and slammed into me so deep I forgot my own name.
“Years?” he bit out, every thrust harder than the last. “You wanted me foryears—and never fucking said something to me?”
I was barely breathing, barely holding on, and I loved it.
“Would you have even noticed me?” I gasped, a taunt and a confession all at once.
His hand curled under my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“I’ve noticedeverythingabout you,” he growled. “For a long. Fucking. Time.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust that was so deep I could feel his piercing hitting my cervix in a painfully delicious way. My pussy pulsed around him, my arousal coating the both of us, and stars still swirled in the edges of my vision.
“OhmonDieu,” I cried out, clawing at his shoulders as he slammed into me again. The words weren’t planned. They justrippedout of me, raw and reverent, like prayer and filth had collided in my throat.
He leaned back just enough to watch me unravel, his hips pounding into mine with relentless force. Each thrust hitso fucking deep, the desk beneath me groaning like it couldn’t handle us. I couldn’t either, not really. But I didn’t want him to stop.
Callum’shands were everywhere—palming my hips, tracing my waist, dragging fire across every inch of skin he could reach. His mouth found mine again, tongues tangling as he whispered filth and worship against my lips.
“So perfect,” he groaned. “Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt. Like you were made for me, baby. Made to take me.” His stubble scraped along my jaw and down my neck, marking me with every movement. “So responsive. You fuckingtwitchwhen I kiss you. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
I trembled against him, the sounds coming out of my mouth loud and erotic.
“God,Aurélie,” he groaned, his breath stuttering. “You feel like fucking heaven. I’m losing my mind inside you.” The use of my full name had me climbing the mountain again, every inch of me tensing. He must’ve felt it, because he pulled back to stare at me in awe. And this image of him completely unhinged would be ingrained in my mind for eternity.
He placed a palm on my chest, slowing his pace as he splayed his fingers and gently pushed me back until I was lying flat on the desk and staring up at him. His pace slowed until it was deep, deliberate, devastating.
“Look at me,” he said roughly, and I obeyed, my ankles locking around his hips. “You feel that? How perfect you take me? You weremeantfor this.” His hand moved to press down on my belly, and—fuck.He was practically in my uterus.
“Callum,” I whimpered, hands gripping the edge of the desk to brace myself.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Auri,” he whispered, reverent now. “Inside and out. Strong. Fast.Mine. You were made for me.”
I swallowed, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Which was the worst timing, given his dick was inside me, because vulnerability meant catching feelings.
His hand wandered to cup one of my breasts, then rolled my nipple between his fingers. I trembled beneath him, feeling my orgasm start to crest.
“I can feel what turns you on, baby, and it’s fucking addicting,” he breathed, letting go of my waist to brace himself on his forearm over me. The hand playing with my nipple trailed up to gently wrap around my throat.
“Tighter,” I rasped.
His gaze ignited, pupils dilating, hand tightening around my throat just enough to make the world buzz. The pressure. The power. The trust between us in this moment. My pussy squeezed around him. He felt it and groaned, the sound carnal and dirty.
The heat of him was overwhelming, grounding. I arched into him, lost in the sensation, craving more of this intoxicating connection. He dipped his head to leave a trail of searing kisses down my jaw, stopping just behind my ear. He bit me gently and I cried out, shuddering violently under him. I was utterly consumed by him, and I couldn’t get enough.
Callumsqueezed my throat once more before releasing me. I watched, enraptured, as his movements became more deliberate, homing in on the tender spots he had discovered. He kissed down my neck, bit the sensitive skin, then soothed it with his tongue.
“Every noise you make… every time you shudder under me—I want to hear it all, feel it all. Don’t hold back, love.”
I clawed at his forearms, desperate for purchase, for anything to lessen the intensity of the release that was still building. He was hitting me in all the right spots but torturing me with this slower pace.
