Her control annihilated and she gave into the urge.
She fully opened her legs in invitation and his h*ps fell through. She kissed him back as her h*ps lifted, pressing insistently against his hardness.
In return, he ground his h*ps against hers and another, sharper, whimper escaped her throat as her nails grazed down his back.
His mouth tore from hers but it didn’t leave her skin. It went down, over her jaw, down her neck, as his hand came up, sliding along her nightgown, up her side, her ribcage, covering her breast.
Sonia arched into it, searching, demanding.
His thumb slid over her nipple and her neck bowed, the whimper turning to a deep, hungry moan.
Callum came back, buried his face in her neck, his husky voice sounding at the skin below her ear.
“You like that?” he asked, his thumb repeating the gesture and Sonia repeated the moan. “You like it,” he muttered and his thumb was joined with a finger, giving her nipple a rough, glorious squeeze.
“Callum,” she breathed, fire racing from nipple to between her legs, her head twisting round, her mouth searching for his.
He didn’t disappoint. He gave her his mouth.
She gave him her kiss.
Planting a foot in the bed, she rolled him (and he let her) settling her body on his big one, she embarked on a frenzied discovery. The taste of his whiskered jaw, his neck, the feel of his chest under her hands. She couldn’t get enough in fast enough to suit and the more she had, the hungrier she became.
He allowed this then his hand twisted in her hair with a rough demanding pull that caused a delicious pain. He forced her mouth to his and gave her his kiss. Deeper, wetter, longer and Sonia couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her most sensitive part the length of his rigid shaft.
“Jesus, baby doll,” he groaned against her mouth, his hands coming to her hips, grasping her nightgown. She lifted up, wanting it to be gone, needing to feel his chest against her bared br**sts.
He didn’t hesitate. He yanked it off and tossed it away. His heated, tawny eyes fell to her body straddling his, his hands drifting across her ribcage and up but she dropped her chest and pressed it to his. His rough hair teased her ni**les and it felt so great, her h*ps reflexively ground into his.
His hands found her br**sts, thumbs grazing her ni**les, fingers joining for a heady roll. Then he pushed her back and up, one hand tormenting her nipple, the other cupping her breast and maneuvering her to his mouth where his lips closed over her nipple and pulled.
His mouth on her felt so good, her back arched to demand more but her head dropped down to watch him suckling as her arm flew out to the headboard to hold on.
Her body shuddered at the beauty of the sight and the sensations.
He switched br**sts and she made a harsh noise as she ground deeper into his body. His hand left her breast and plunged into her panties, finding her and it was so fantastic, she bucked against his fingers.
The minute she did, she was flying through the air, landing on her back, Callum pressed to her. His hand went back in her panties, his fingers twitching, vibrating at the exact, perfect spot.
God, she’d never felt anything like that.
And it felt good.
Her arms circled him, her nails grazed his back, her h*ps undulated against his fingers, all the while her eyes were locked to his.
Her hand moved around, across his belly, down into his pajamas and she found him.
And he was huge, thick, long and beautiful.
She had to have him.
Now.
“Wolf,” she breathed her demand. “I want you inside me.”
His eyes flashed and he slid a finger inside.
She gasped and ground down on his hand.