Mistletoe Kisses

My heart seizes and I close my legs, shakily sitting up on his stomach. “Beg?”

He pushes his hair back before grabbing my hips again. His touch is firm and cold, and it makes me so excited for what's to come. "Beg to have me inside you."

"Please," I manage, struggling to hold it together when I’m so turned on. "Please, Sir, will you put your cock in me? I need it... I need you to be my first. I want you to be the only man in the world who knows what it's like to bury yourself deep inside me... to fill me full of your cum. Please, Cal. Please." As I beg, I scoot back so I can straddle his cock again, so very eager to take him into my silky depths and never let him leave me.

He looks almost angry at me as he reaches down and cradles my face in his massive hand. "Goddammit, Noelle,” he says quietly. “How’s a man supposed to say no to that?”

My heart skips a couple beats as I look at him, wondering if he’s actually… admitting defeat? He can’t be. He would never. As determined as I am to win, to seduce this stubborn man, it never actually occurred to me he would ever cede his ground.

I wanted him to fuck me, but this feels more like a victory than anything I could imagine. He didn’t lose control and throw me down, shoving his cock inside me and fucking me like a man possessed.

He gave in. He’s letting me win.

I almost can’t breathe, and it doesn’t get any easier when he pulls me forward and gathers me close. He sits up on the bed, shifting me so I’m cradled in his lap, then he slides his hand around the back of my head and pulls me in for a searing, tender kiss.

Pleasure erupts inside my mind, wiping out all thought and replacing it with a bright white explosion of sensation.

When he pulls back, there’s a flash of softness in his eyes that warms my heart, but it doesn’t last for long. His heated gaze slowly travels down the length of my body. He palms my breast, running his blunt thumb across the rosy bud of my pebbled nipple. He stiffens when I gasp, then his gaze shifts to my face again and my tummy drops.

Without warning, he rotates our positions and throws me down on the bed. I’m on my back and I start to try to move out of his way, but before I can, he grabs my thighs and yanks them apart, planting himself between them.

“I hope you’re sure about this.”

“I am,” I say a little breathlessly, nodding my head. “I want this. I want you. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He shakes his head like he can’t rationalize my decision, but he doesn’t waste another second trying to talk me out of it. He slides his hand between my legs, closing his eyes against the arousal as his finger glides in without any trouble. “Oh, thank fuck,” he mutters to himself.

I start to ask why he’s thankful, but before I can, he grabs me, yanking me down the bed and bracing his hands under my ass. He lifts me like I weigh nothing and lets go with one hand so he can grasp his thick cock and align it with my entrance.

Nerves attack me all of a sudden, those second thoughts he mentioned before, but it’s too late.

Without another word, he plunges forward, driving his cock inside me inch by inch.

I cry out at the pain of his invasion, but he soothes the hurt quickly, his mouth hot and fiery against mine. He doesn't kiss me—he claims me. His mouth is demanding just like he is, and he swallows up every little cry I let out as he rips through me, taking my innocence once and for all.

I feel like it’s belonged to him since the moment we met, anyway. He wanted me to let it go and leave my comfort zone with him, and now I finally have.

"Goddamn it, you're so tight," he mutters roughly against my lips. "So fucking tight for me, sweetheart. I have to force my way in..."

I gasp as he pushes deeper, and he kisses away every sound that leaves my lips.

A tear slips out and rolls down my cheek. I don’t know if it’s from the pain, or the pure relief of finally giving in to our desires, but I do know my heart fills up when he brings the rough pad of his thumb up to wipe my tear away.

Once he’s sure I’m all right, Cal begins to move inside me. It hurts like hell at first, my pussy tugging and stretching to accommodate his size, but the more he moves, the better it feels. Eventually, the pain ebbs almost completely and pleasure begins to build inside me. I wrap my legs around him, letting him drive into me so deep, it’s like we’ll always be connected.

And we will, in a way.

There’s no going back now. Whether it was the best or worst idea I’ve ever had, I’ve given myself completely to Callan McLaren.

And I don't regret a single thing.

Chapter Fifteen

Callan

Daylight fills the room. Noelle slumbers peacefully against my side, her eyes closed, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder. Her hair is a tangled, sweaty mess after a night of hard fucking; she couldn’t look more beautiful.

I can’t help smiling, remembering all the pleasure she wrung out of me last night. I thought one round would be the most I’d get out of a virgin, but I fucked her three times before we both passed out.