Page 96 of 'Til All the Seas Run Dry

“You don’t know how strong I am. I cannae hurt you. I couldnae live with myself.”

She reached out with a shaking hand and placed her palm against his cheek, feeling the now familiar coolness of his skin against her own.

“I’m not mortal. You can’t hurt me, Callum.”

“I did,” he moaned, pressing his opposite cheek against her calf and closing his eyes. “I did, Jory. I cannae do it again.”

She wiggled her legs off his shoulders, wrapping them around his waist until she could press her heels into his ass. She pushed him deeper still, or rather, she pulled him closer. He fell to his hands on the seat back beside her head, his body held taut and straining over hers, his weight in his palms, unwilling to give her all of him.

But she wanted all of him. She wouldn’t settle for anything less. All of his weight, his strength, his speed, his want.

All of his love.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled. Like a rubber band snapped back, he collapsed onto her, letting her hold his body close, letting his weight press her into the leather seat. His hips moved of their own accord, tiny thrusts that made her wild. He buried his nose in the crook of her shoulder and inhaled, smelling her skin.

“Let go,” she whispered. He shook his head, kissing her neck and thrusting with more purpose now, though without any of the intensity she craved.

But she didn’t want measured pieces of him doled out in safe doses. She wanted all of him or nothing at all. She’d waited a thousand years too, and she wasn’t about to settle for his restraint.

“Callum,” she said, her lips pressed to his ear. “Let go or stop.”

He groaned.

“You won’t hurt me, Callum. And I don’t want you halfway.”

He froze and lifted his torso off of her in slow measures until he was staring down at her.

“You want all of me.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

A long pause. He studied her. And then…

“Verra well,” he whispered.

She found herself upright then, her sacrum braced against the edge of the seat and one of his hands pressing against her low back, holding her close as the other gripped the hair at the back of her head and held her mouth against his own. He devoured her, kissing her like he might find the cure to a curse long forgotten within the depths of her mouth as he fucked up into her.

He fucked her fast, his hips pistoning with an inhuman speed as he drove into her body. The angle ensured that with every thrust, her clit rubbed against his pelvis. The orgasm built quickly, rising higher and higher until she felt the tingles erupt in her head and body and let loose a scream.

“Aye,” he muttered through his teeth. “Aye. Give me all of you as well, Jory. I willnae have you by halves either.”

Jory vaguely registered a loud bang and sudden shift in the balance of the car.

“What was that?” she panted.

“Tire,” Callum said before dragging his tongue up her throat.

“What?”

“We blew a tire,” he said with her earlobe between his teeth.

She gasped, clinging more tightly as he continued to fuck all of himself into all of her. Another loud pop, the other front tire bursting. Jory laughed, the sound rushing forth as another climax slammed into her without warning. He pulled out and, in another blink, flipped her over so that her knees were also on the floor now, her forearms braced on the seat. He thrust back into her heat, and she shrieked at the first drag of his perfect cock. His hands were braced over hers, their fingers interlaced, as he pounded into her from behind, grunting like an animal and just as far gone.

Another bang. Another tire, the SUV supported by one lone tire now. Jory couldn’t help but wonder for how long, though, and arched her back, her ass lifting ever so slightly. He rewarded her with a groan, his hips never stopping, his pelvis slapping against her ass.

And with that, the last tire went, and Jory couldn’t help but laugh again. He reached under her chest and pulled her up, holding her tightly with her back against his chest. She gripped his wrists as the friction against her G-spot intensified. He dropped one hand and rubbed her clit with two fingers, slow and hard, just the way she liked it. The sensation was too much. She saw the orgasm barreling her way like a rogue wave. It grew and grew, rising impossibly high until it crashed over her and she felt as if her entire body was made of sensation. She sobbed, tears streaming down her face as the orgasm went on and on, sending electric pulses throughout her body.

“Come. Come. Come. Come. Come. Come,” she found herself chanting.