The first thrust knocked the breath from his lungs. He stilled for half a second, just to feel it, just to survive it. “You’re a fucking blessing,” he growled against her mouth, overwhelmed by how good she felt, how right. “And a sin.”
He began to move—hard, deep, controlled at first because he had to be. Because losing control too soon would ruin everything. But she didn’t let him stay measured for long. She clawed at his back, nails biting into his skin, kissed him like she meant to devour him whole. Her moans spilled into his mouth, like prayers she didn’t know she was saying.
He needed more. Needed her open, tilted, perfect.
He grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her hips, angling her just right, watching her body respond instantly. The louder moan she gave him went straight through his spine. He wrapped his hand around her neck, holding her there.Grounding her. Claiming her. Like a necklace. Like something precious.
She looked divine like that. Flushed, undone, offering herself up to him without hesitation.
He threw her legs over his shoulders and thrust harder, deeper, chasing that broken sound she made, chasing the way her body clenched around him like it didn’t want to let go. He could feel her slipping, feel the way her breath stuttered, the way her body started to betray her.
“Oh—madre mía—I think I’m coming!” she cried.
He pulled her fingers into his mouth, sucking them slowly, coating them with his spit while watching the way her lips parted, the way her eyes darkened, already slipping away. He guided her hand down, nudging her fingers where he knew she needed them most.
She didn’t hesitate. She rubbed herself fast and hard, chasing it without shame, her head falling back as her body tightened around him. The sight of it—ofherdoing that, using him like this—blew his mind. He could feel her clench, feel her legs start to tremble, her back arching as she finally broke.
She came hard. The way she pulsed around him dragged a sound from his chest he didn’t recognize. He lost control completely then, rhythm shattering, thrusts turning erratic as he chased the orgasm she was pulling out of him like it already belonged to her. Like he didn’t have a choice.
He came with a groan, deep inside her, every muscle locking as he spilled, trembling through it, spent and wrecked.
When it was over, he collapsed over her, breath ragged, forehead pressed to hers. For a moment, there was nothing else, just heat, shared air, and the echo of what they’d done still buzzing between them.
“You were supposed to be a nerd,” she whispered, dazed.
He kissed her, slow and deep, then trailed his lips to her neck, sucking again.
“You’ll leave a mark,” she said.
“Just a reminder of this amazing one-night stand.”
She smirked. “We could keep going for the rest of the night.”
“You sure?”
She nodded, eyes hooded, lips parted. “I mean, it’s a night. Not one time. I could teach you some of the things I’ve learned in those books you are so determined to not read.”
“Are you sure you want me again?” he asked, already hard, already aching for it, the question more ritual than doubt.
“Yes. Please. Sir.”
He didn’t trust himself to answer. Instead, he bent down and took her nipple into his mouth, biting hard enough to make her gasp, to remind them both exactly where this was going. Her body reacted instantly, arching, offering, already reaching for more. Something in his chest tightened. The want. The reverence. The hunger twisted together until there was no separating them.
And Callum knew, with a certainty that bordered on devotion, that he was ready to worship every inch of her all over again.
11
ALEJANDRA
Starving - Hailee Steinfeld, Grey, Zedd
Four months later
The daybefore a new championship started was always nerve-wracking, no matter how many times she’d done it. And considering that, for the past ten years—without skipping one—she had always been there, then yeah, she was in for a treat this time too.
She stretched her arms as she made her way downstairs, where Gretchen—Ilias and Amira’s physio—was already at the blender, preparing a smoothie.
That year, to share costs—and because they were basically family, not just friends—Ilias, Amira, and Alejandra had decided to rent houses together. Alejandra agreed mostly because she hoped that, finally, Carlos might find the courage to talk to Amira about his feelings. She wasn’t convinced he would, though. Her brother was the clumsiest flirter she hadever met, and sometimes, when he tried too hard, he gave her the ick. Which was frustrating, because it wasn’t like he was unattractive. Far from it. Every time they landed in a new town, he somehow ended up with a fan club. He was, objectively, the male version of her, and Alejandra had always considered herself a very good-looking woman.
