He slid his hands down my body until he could cup my breasts. He pulled at the tips and I mumbled incoherently. He continued downward until he gripped my waist, his claws pressing against my delicate flesh but not breaking the skin. He was gentle despite his fierceness.
“Ye make me so fooking crazed,” he said so low that the deep vibrations skated all along my body.
He kept sliding his hands down farther, along the outsides of my thighs, and curled them under and around to grip the mounds of my ass. It was like he couldn’t get enough of touching me as he finally made his way to my inner thighs. And then when his hands slid inward so he framed my pussy, he stared at the most intimate part of me for so long I started squirming under his intense gaze.
I felt like I was on fire, as if flames licked across my skin. He suddenly pushed my thighs out so far that the muscles protested. I was obscenely spread for him, his cock buried deep in my body as he slammed back home.
“Oh. God. Yes,” I moaned.
I was pushed up the bed from the force, the breath leaving me, my mouth falling open.
“Christ.” He let his head fall back, the muscles and tendons of his neck standing out, his hips rolling back and forth at an easy pace. But with each passing second, with every moan I made, every press of his fingertips harder against my inner thighs, I felt his control snapping.
I couldn’t help but watch him work his cock into me. The way he pushed in and pulled out. The way he slammed his pelvis into mine, the way he ground himself against me when he was as deep as he could go.
He was now throwing his hips forward and retreating. Harder and faster, the sound of wet skin slapping together filling the room. The scent of him was the only thing I smelled, this wild, potent aroma that had another flush moving over me, had another rush of wetness spilling between my thighs.
I came so hard stars danced behind my closed lid. I gasped, thrashed my head, the pleasure taking me so high I was touching the clouds, just letting them drag me away from reality.
When I came back from my high and forced my eyes open, it was to see Caelan watching me like a predator. This satisfied and pleased, purely male sound left him.
“Giving ye pleasure is better than anything I’ve ever experienced.” He started panting, growling, snarling like he was rabid, about to attack. His gaze kept going to my neck, and I knew what he wanted. I knew what I wanted.
“Caelan,” I whispered, knowing he’d understand I was ready for this. I wanted this. But then I came again, the sensations so sudden I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut.
When I was coherent once more, it was to feel Caelan fucking me so hard the headboard slammed fiercely against the wall.
He roared out at the same time he pulled out, gripped his cock, which was glossy from my pussy, and started stroking himself from root to tip. I was about to beg him to put it back in when he bared his teeth at me and came.
I was so stunned that I couldn’t move as I watched thick ropes of white cum shoot out of him and spray my belly in an erotic display. His body shook as he kept jerking off, aiming his cockhead at my pussy now and coming again with a vicious bark leaving his lips.
“Mine,” he said on a roar.
I knew what he was doing right now.
Marking me.
He closed his eyes and made an almost anguished cry. “I can’t stop.” When he opened his eyes, it was at the same time he placed his cock at my entrance again and shoved in deep.
We both shouted as I took all his thick inches easily, my pussy so slick there was no resistance.
And then I felt him pump into me once, twice, and on the third time I came again, a shattering moan leaving my lips when I felt his dick thicken in me even more as he found his own release.
“No one will have ye but me.” He kept pumping all his thick, masculine seed into me, marking me from the inside out. He squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing harsh. “I’ll never let ye go.” And then he was leaning forward, his lips parted, this low, deep noise coming from him. I closed my eyes and arched my neck, giving him full access.
“Yes,” I whispered when I felt his tongue flick over that sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck. “Yes, Caelan. I’m ready for you. I need this.” God, those words had never been truer than they were right then. “I hurt for you.” That last word came out in a cry when I felt his teeth sink into my flesh. A flash of light filled my vision, the pain faded, and all I felt was the most incredible sensation coursing through me.