With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(79)
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.
She tipped her h*ps up again and mumbled, “For me, wolf, I just like to be full of you. It makes me feel whole. It, finally, makes me feel right.”
She missed his answering growl because it was then Queen Sonia slid into an abandoned sleep. Surrounded, connected, protected, possessed, contented and beautifully full of her king.
* * * * *
Sonia’s sleeping body was shifted, the nightgown pulled up. Her arms, unresisting, rising to make this task easy and the nightgown was swept away.
Then she was curled, pulled close, a strong arm circling her waist, molding her body down the side of Callum’s hard one.
She rested her cheek against his pectoral and snaked an arm around his flat stomach.
She started to shift into sleep as he murmured, “The days, I can forget, baby doll. But the nights…” his voice dropped to a hoarse growl, filled with intense feeling, “the nights will be torture knowing I won’t have this for eternity.”
Even if she was conscious enough to process his words, she wouldn’t have understood them.
However, she wasn’t conscious enough for he’d barely uttered his last word before she was asleep.
* * * * *
Soft and fleeting, the touch of fingers trailing the pinpricks on her upper bu**ocks drifted. The same when the fingers became lips, something about them Sonia couldn’t hold onto but it felt as if the touch yearned to be healing.
Then Sonia was being lifted.
Then she was cradled in the warm cocoon of Callum sitting, back to the headboard, fully-clothed, in her bed.
Still half asleep in his arms, she nuzzled closer, burying her face in his neck.
His fingers invaded between her legs, toying, playing.
“The men are here.”
“Mm,” she replied, pressing into his hand, seeking even in her sleep.
“Sonia?” he called.
“Play with me before you go,” she urged.
His arm about her tightened, his neck twisted and she felt his lips at her temple and then Callum did as she asked.
When she was finished, he lifted her again, settled her in bed and tucked her stuffed wolf in her arms.
Mostly asleep, she drifted further into sated oblivion.
Her eyes fluttered but remained closed when his lips glided along the curve of her ear, at the same time his hand went between her legs from behind and his fingers entered her again.