But his eyes were open and the gold was so intense, it seemed to be glowing and alive.
Then he said something that settled in her brain, her heart and sliced a heated path down to their connected bodies.
“Baby doll, you’re about to be claimed.”
Before she could utter a noise, he moved her. Pulling her off him, he tossed her to the side on her belly. He shifted to his knees between her legs and violently yanked up her h*ps so she was on her knees but her head and torso were still in the bed.
His big hands wrapped around her hips, he impaled her on his shaft, again and again. It was wild, beautiful. Her head snapped back, her hair flying over her shoulders as she came up on her hands and reared her h*ps back with greedy need into his thrusting ones.
He leaned over her and fisted his fingers in her hair, muttering huskily, “That’s it.”
He was right. That was it. In fact, it was everything. The whole world.
She felt it coming.
And it was so huge, she feared it.
So she fought it.
“Callum –” she whispered, sudden panic in her voice.
He pulled her upright using her hair but he released it and his arms went around her, one hand slid to her breast and the one slid between her legs as he continued to plunge in and out of her.
“Give into it,” he coaxed in her ear, his breathing heavy.
She continued fighting it. It was too big, huge. It would destroy her.
But it was creeping in, invading, taking over. She wasn’t going to be able to hold it back.
“I can’t,” she breathed.
“Submit.” It was a command now. He meant to be obeyed. Every movement he made demanded it.
“Callum,” she whispered, frantically fighting, and losing. “It’s coming.”
Then it came.
Her head reared back and her body bucked as it overwhelmed her, driving through her as he drove inside her, shattering her.
He twisted her head so his mouth was on hers, taking more, draining her.
In his arms, impaled on his shaft, with his mouth on hers, everything that was him claiming everything that was her, Sonia cried out sharply against his mouth. The noise pierced the air as she shuddered uncontrollably through the longest, hardest, most luxuriously consuming cl**ax she’d ever had in her life.
At the same time Callum’s arms circled her, possessing, protecting. One at her belly, one at her chest, he pressed her down as he drove up into her one last time and the guttural roar of his orgasm mingled with her piercing cry.
After, his breath thick in her ear, her own coming in slowing pants, he didn’t move. Callum held her connected to him like he never wanted to let her go.
Then his hand drifted down, his fingers trailing the gold chain at her hips, he tweaked the charm that hung there, while doing so flicking his fingers against the sensitive skin at her hipbone.
Then his h*ps moved, pulling out briefly and surging back in one last time, a movement that cut through her delightfully, making her moan.
Finally, he announced, his voice husky but firm in her ear, “You’re claimed.”
She felt claimed, completely claimed, so claimed she felt owned.
Sonia shivered in his arms.
Those arms grew tight and he buried his face in her neck.