Positioning himself between her legs, Callum leaned forward and gripped her hair, using it to yank her up to her hands.
She felt it then, the sensation that this was exactly Sonia. The Sonia she was supposed to be, in front of Callum on her hands and knees.
She held her breath and felt her thighs quiver in sweet anticipation, arching her back, tilting her behind, offering her sex to him brazenly.
He accepted her invitation and seated himself to the root as he yanked her hair back, arching her neck. But he needn’t have done it for she threw her head back at the splendor of him.
Then he did it again.
And again.
And again.
She reared into his hips, greeting every plunge, feeling finally whole, finally right when she took him all.
The tension built and built until her blood was boiling. Until she felt she was going to come out of her skin. Until she cried out to her wolf and exploded in sheer bliss. Through her cl**ax she felt him impale her one last time and heard, as if from far away, the depth of his answering groan.
Just as last night, after, he rocked inside her, his shaft stroking her sex gently as his fingers drifted over the skin of her bottom, the small of her back, hooking her chain and tugging until it caught on her hips. This action of Callum’s, last night and just then, she felt was profound. The reminder of the chain that signified she was finally his, just as she was always destined to be.
He twisted it so the links slid around her waist, the lightest of sensations making her shiver against him.
Then, his strokes coming slower and slower, finally he started to pull away.
“No,” she whispered, pressing her h*ps back.
He stilled, thankfully still hard and staying inside. She’d never known a man to stay rock-hard that long afterwards.
“Baby doll?” he called.
She answered his call, using her mouth and her hips, still pressing into him, explaining her need. “I don’t want to lose you.”
He glided out and then back in one last time while murmuring, “My little one.”
Then his h*ps forced her off her knees and her legs, of their own accord, opened wide so he could settle between them, his body both surrounding her and filling her deep.
His fingers moved the hair away from her face before he rested some his weight into his forearms in the bed at her sides, the rest of it settled into her.
She loved how big he was, his body, his shaft, how it surrounded her, filled her, became her whole world. It melted away her ever-present loneliness, making her feel, with Callum encasing her in his frame, filling her so deep, she’d never be lonesome again.
She tipped her bottom up into his groin, non-verbal indication of the intensity of her thoughts.
He pressed in deeper, giving her more of what she was seeking, filling her even fuller.
“You like this,” he said softly in her ear.
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. There was an element of surprise but the low rumble of his voice revealed the depth of his approval.
Sonia didn’t answer.
He pushed in further and she sighed contentedly.
She felt his smile against her ear.
“I like it too,” he whispered. “It’s everything we are.” He slid out a bare inch then settled back in. “The connection, our connection, so f**king strong.” There was a depth in his voice that slithered lazily through her system and then settled there in a way that felt like forever. He went on, “And it’s everything I am to you.” His arms moved in tighter at her sides. “Your protector,” he ran his lips around the curve of her ear and she trembled underneath him before he murmured, “lift your ass for me, little one, I want to go deep,” without hesitation, Sonia did as she was told and Callum did what he wanted, muttering, “and I’m also your possessor.”
She shivered in delight at this last and his arms tightened all the more.
Her arms were cocked and under her body, pinned to the bed, but she reached out a hand, laced her fingers in his and tilted her head until her nose was resting against their hands.