Air heaved from my chest, taking a strangled cry with it. “Calder—”
I didn’t get a second warning before his mouth covered me, and my eyes rolled back into a sea of white-hot stars. Sounds rammed their way from my chest out through my throat. I grabbed for his head. I needed him close—closer. I needed the heat of his mouth, the dip and swirl of his tongue, the suffocating pull of his lips on my clit. I needed more of it all.
I’d asked him to be wild, and in turn he was making me insane. But I was doing the same to him.
Calder devoured me like he couldn’t get enough. Not just of my sex, but of me. Of this moment. Of my hums and quivers. Of my pleas and desire. Somewhere in the onslaught, I’d hooked my legs over his shoulders and held on, with a prayer that I’d survive the way he consumed me. The scrape and tug of his teeth. The hit of his tongue. His lips tugged on my clit, and my hips pushed forward, arching for more.
Pleasure seeped from every pore, swelling with every stroke of his tongue and surging with every pull of his lips. By the time he paused his assault to let me come up for air, my head wouldn’t stop spinning.
“Who knew anatomy lessons tasted so good?” he growled, then sucked my clit hard and let it pop free. “There’s just one last thing ...” His fingers picked up where his words had trailed off, sliding through my tight, sore muscles, preparing them for what was to come.
“Calder!”
“There it is.” His curled fingers stroked over my sensitive front wall, the nerves there humming on edge. “G marks the spot, Tomb Raider.”
His mouth found my clit again, and I was a goner. My pleasure spots hunted, tracked,foundby the wild man I’d always wanted.
“Yes!” I cried as my orgasm knocked the air from my chest, crashing my body into a spiral of tremors, surging and gushing around him. Fast. Demanding. Destructive. The only thing I could do was hold on to him so it wouldn’t swallow me whole.
My chest heaved. My heart raced. And as the waves subsided, the first thing that registered was Calder’s deep, dragging groans as his tongue mopped up every ounce of my desire. It was everything ... and not enough.
“Don’t stop,” I begged breathlessly, a big enough part of me afraid he’d try to be chivalrous again.
But the narrowed eyes that looked up and caught my gaze contained nothing of his golden chivalry—only that dark, savage hunger. As he rose over me, the light from the kitchen created a halo around him.
“I can never seem to stop myself when it comes to you. Not when I’ve wanted you for so long.” His voice was resignation seeded with raw hunger, and my legs simply fell apart, leaving me spread and bare to his gaze because I didn’t have the strength to do more.
Calder splayed his hand on my stomach, giving him a front-row feel to my quivering as he fisted his thickness with his free hand, hardly able to close his grip as he guided himself to my entrance.
The tension in that moment was combustive, my whole body braced to take him again. His voice cut through the hazy fugue. “Open your eyes, Tomb Raider,” he ordered, and my lids snapped open. I hadn’t even realized they’d drifted shut. “Watch me fuck you.”
My eyes dropped to the space between my legs, and the blunt head of his cock pushed into my slit. My body instantly tensed, wanting but resistant to the invasion again.
He was so big, so thick, my core squeezed and tightened to slow him down, but he didn’t let up, and I didn’t want him to. Inch afterinch of his massive organ pushed inside me, permanently altering my anatomy with the size of his own.
“That’s it, Lara.” His rough praise soothed me through the greedy pain. “Fuck, you feel so good, stretching for me again. Fuck ...”
“Calder, please,” I begged, even though it felt like he was splitting me in two. I wanted to be split. To be severed. To be ripped from the cold, lonely cage I’d lived in for ... forever. And I wanted this wild man to be the one to do it.
“God, yes,” he groaned when he finally reached the hilt, and I struggled to breathe, feeling so full of him that it was like there was no room for oxygen. “Tell me, Doctor, is this how the anatomy is supposed to fit?”
I shuddered and breathed, “I’m not surefitis the word for this.” Stuffedwas more like it.
His low laugh rippled all the way inside me, and then he was moving. Drawing back and sinking deep. It would be a mistake to think his movements were tender or gentle. They were as gentle as a scalpel through skin. As tender as a needle into my vein. They were precise. Calculated for pleasure. Able to harm me or heal me at the discretion of the man wielding them.
His palm flattened hard on my stomach, pinning me to the bed and to the drive of his cock. In and out. Again and again. I felt every inch, every ridge, every pulse of his thick erection as it rhythmically dismantled what remained of my insides. Piece by piece. Thrust by thrust.
The feral noises he made as he fucked me sounded like they were cut raw from his chest and implanted into my own.
“And what is the word for when I can see my cock move in your stomach?” He drove deep, my G-spot fizzling with the friction.
“Not possible,” I choked out in a rush.
“You’ve said that about me before, Dr. Crane,” he growled and thrust again, my hips bowing off the bed to meet his. “And again, you’re wrong.”
All the soreness disappeared in the face of wanting him. My legs hooked around his waist and my hips rose to meet the drive of his. And then I broke his rules again, lifting my eyes up over the sheen of sweat on his chest to look at his face. There was a wildness there, woven into the strain in his jaw and the hunger in his eyes. A wildness that he didn’t suppress, but harnessed in the way he fucked me.
And then his gaze met mine and there was something in it—something I recognized. Not from tonight. Not from today or yesterday. Not from the time we’d spent together over the last two weeks, but from twelve years ago. And suddenly, the bond to that memory was as solid as steel.
