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She refused to take her eyes off him as she peeled off her jacket, shimmying her wet yoga pants down her legs.
It was nearly impossible to look sexy while trying to wrestle your way out of wet clothes, but the look on Calum’s face assured Fern that he wasn’t concerned. She hesitated at the clasp of her bra, her eyes flickering to their surroundings.
The storm still raged outside the stone walls. The lightning occasionally broke up the darkness, illuminating the long shadows of the church’s altar piece and crucifix. Calum made another low, animalistic noise.
“Let me see,” his tone was equal parts coaxing and demanding, wracking Fern’s body with shivers. She undid the clasp and let her bra fall to the ground, stepping out of her underwear before Calum could react.
Another flash of lightning lit up the church, bathing Fern’s body in colored shadows. Calum nearly dropped to his knees at the sight, but he forced himself to walk towards her.
Each movement he took was slow and calculated, causing Fern’s breath to get caught in her chest. He pulled off the rest of his clothes as he stalked towards her, revealing the thick, hard lines of his cock.
“Exquisite,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist. Before Fern could react, he spun her around and bent her over the pew. His body covered her entirely, and she cried out at the delicious feeling of his hot skin.
His erection pressed against her ass, and she whined. She fidgeted against him, shifting her hips to get the smallest amount of friction.
“Calum,” she begged.
Calum reached up and pinched her nipple, twisting the hard peak in his fingers until Fern was nearly blind with need. She could feel every inch of him. His massive body was caging her in and bending her over the wooden bench.
It was an inherently submissive posture, and Fern surprised herself with how badly she found she craved it.
“I can’t be gentle,” he grunted and ran his hands over her body. “Not after all this time. I’ll carry you to the car if I have to.”
Calum pressed his lips to the back of Fern’s neck, murmuring the words against her skin.
“Yes,” Fern cried, tossing her head back. “Take me, Calum.”
He nearly roared in response and let his hand drop to Fern’s pussy, running his fingers across her and feeling the arousal gathered there.
“Say it again,” Calum demanded, knocking Fern’s legs apart with his knee. He lined himself up behind her, and he began tortuously stroking his cock against her.
With every thrust, he hit her clitoris and made her shake. Fern’s legs shook from the anticipation, but Calum only forced them wider.
“You really have an obsession with making me repeat myself.” Fern couldn’t help but antagonize him.
“Say it again,” he repeated, biting her ear.
“Take me! God, Calum, fuck me!” Fern slammed her hand down on the pew. The impact made a cracking sound that echoed through the church and stripped Calum of the last of his reserves.
“I need you like this forever,” Calum growled, gripping her hips and thrusting himself into her in one hard stroke.
Fern let out a shout as her back bowed instantly, pressing herself up against Calum’s chest. He responded by pinning her down against the bench until she could hardly move. She clenched around him, and the tight, wet warmth of her nearly had him coming instantly.
“You like that, hmm?” Calum’s voice was sinful as it echoed off the rafters. He rocked against Fern slowly, keeping himself buried inside of her. He let one hand fall from her chest down to her clit, rubbing his thumb across it in slow circles.
“Yes!” Fern choked the words out, hardly able to see straight. The only thing that existed in that space was her and Calum. Everything else was just heat and skin and sweat.
There was something building between them they hadn’t had the courage to face, but there was nothing holding them back now.
“I need your submission, Fern.” Calum was nearly pleading. “I need it.”
Fern moved on instinct, shifting in his arms until the side of her throat was bare to him. Calum’s chest rumbled with satisfaction as he turned his head and kissed her, biting at her throat.
She squirmed against the slow movements of his fingers and the feeling of him inside her, splitting her open and pinning her to the bench. There was something significant about what he asked of her, but she couldn’t find it in herself to question it.
“You have it,” Fern murmured, rocking back against him. “I thought you died, Calum. Prove to me you’re alive.”
Calum sucked a bruise underneath her jawbone and grinned, licking his tongue over the spot. “You’ll feel me for days,” he promised and—finally!—pulled out of Fern and thrust back into her.
