Page 66 of Wretched Thorns

I was not going to be patient about it.

I got my hands flat on his chest. His skin was warm. His heart was doing something unsteady. The bond between us was singing.

“Lie down with me,” I said.

“Tell me what you want.”

“All of you. Now.”

“Fuck yes, baby.”

***

He came down over me on the moss.

The cool of it was under my back. The warmth of him was over me. Broad shoulders. The dark trail of hair down his abdomen. The heaviness of his weight pressed against me.

He pushed into me slowly. Let me feel every single inch. I was so wet for him there was no resistance. Just the slow, steady press of him filling me out.

I made a sound. I dug my nails into his back. He stopped at the hilt and held there.

“All right?”

“More than all right. Please.”

He moved.

When later I would reach for strength, it was Callum I remembered first. His warmth and comfort pulsing through the dark, onyx thread of our bond. His open willingness to give and then give some more. His hand cradling the back of my neck. The slow drag of his mouth against mine. The careful thought in every touch. The long, slow stroke of a man who was not going to waste a single second of this.

I came the first time on a building swell that sent electricity from my pussy to my toes. He slowed enough to let me ride it. His thumb was at my chin, tilting my face up so he could watch.

“Again,” he said against my mouth. “Again.”

***

He stopped the second time. Not because either of us wanted him to.

He pulled himself half up on his elbows, still inside me, and pressed his forehead hard to the place between my breasts where the bond was. His shoulders were shaking very slightly. He was breathing through his nose.

“Callum?”

“Wait, baby. Wait.”

I waited.

When he spoke, his voice cracked.

“Every part of me wants to fix my teeth in this exact spot,” he said, mouth against the soft skin where my throat met my jaw, “and not let go until you stop breathing fear. I am not going to. I am telling you because I will not lie to you about what I am.”

I put my hand in his hair.

“Callum.”

“Baby.”

“Do you think I don’t want it?”

He made a sound in his throat that was not human. He turned his face back into the place between my breasts and breathed.