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“Eyes on me, Caitlin. I want you to remember who’s fucking you.”
My eyes fly open, and damn this man for being this beautiful.
His eyes soften, and I absolutely melt as pleasure pounds through me. I press my palms flat against his chest and wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass. Clinging to him, not an inch of space left between us.
“Fuck, you take my cock like such a good girl.”?I preen under his touch and his words. “Your fucking cunt was made for me, Cait.”
My clit throbs with each new filthy word, and a delicious flush coats every inch of my heated skin.
“So fucking tight.” He snaps his hips against mine, picking up speed, driving deeper and harder as I cling to him, unable to think... or speak.
I just feel . . . This.Us. Him. Everything.
Sensations overload my body, as it pulses around his.
“You like the way my cock fills you, baby? The way you stretch around me?” His voice is deep and harsh and so fucking sexy.
“God, yes,” I moan, clawing at his thick, strong shoulders and loving the way his muscles feel under my hands as he fucks me harder.?Faster. Sending me higher—until I’m soaring.
My orgasm is right there, just out of reach as I moan and gasp.
Breathless and needy.
So damn needy.
My body strung tight, begging for relief. But I never want to come because I don’t want this to end. Not tonight or tomorrow. Just. Not.
Callen slams into me, his fingers biting into my skin as he fucks me.
He looks like a savage god.
My savage god.
“Need you to come now, Cait,” he demands and flattens my hips to the bed while he fucks into me over and over. I scream incoherently as my orgasm ignites, and flames burst behind my eyes and lick up my skin, threatening to destroy me in the fiery explosion.
He fucks me through my orgasm before my name falls from his lips and this beautiful man takes what’s his.
What’s always been his to take.
Even if it leaves me irrevocably broken.
CAITLIN
It takes a strong man to handle a strong woman.
I don’t have an attitude and unrealistic expectations.
I know my worth and refuse to settle for less.
—Caitlin’s Secret Thoughts
Callen’s lips brush my shoulder blades the next morning as I lie naked, my chest against the bed and my face buried in his pillow, exhausted and deliciously sore in the most decadent way. But that’s what happens when you spend the entire night being worshipped. And there is not a single doubt in my mind—I was worshipped last night.
All night.
Six . . . No—seven times.
“Callen,” I purr, loving his lips on my skin but unable to move. “I need sleep... or maybe coffee.”
