Yours Completely (Reign 2)

Again, I shrugged a shoulder, but didn’t get too far with that because his mouth was on mine in record time, kissing me like he would drink every last word, breath, and thought away. Leaving me with nothing to focus on, but him.

And I welcomed it.

Reaching to tunnel my hands in his hair, I stopped short.

Did that count as reaching out?

Before I could decide, he took another long draw from my mouth, like a man seeking his last taste of water. Decision made, gripping his hair didn’t count as reaching out, it counted as holding on. Totally fine. So I did just that. I wove my fingers in his hair and kissed him back.

Plunging my tongue deep, I met his over and over, like I couldn’t get enough. Because I couldn’t. Every emotion I’d been carrying was seeping from my skin, and I couldn’t fight it. So, I stopped fighting and gripped Cal’s hair tighter. Kissed harder.

He cupped my hips and, in one easy slide, lifted me to straddle his lap like I weighed nothing, never breaking away from my mouth. I wanted more of him and less of the feelings that had been dark and carving a hollow place in my chest. For the moment, he filled that space. He was the warmth in the cold, and gave just a tiny glimpse of light against the darkness.

Every nerve I had snapped, and I clung to the feeling of him surrounding me. I was desperate for more. Desperate to know what it meant to be seen, touched, by this man.

“Do you think this is what we’d have done?” I said against his lips, breaking away just enough to yank his shirt over his head. I instantly started biting along his neck. “After the night we met?” I kissed down his throat to his hard chest. The tattoo that marred his entire bicep snaked around his shoulder and covered the right side of his chest. It was amazing. The ink came alive as he moved, and I traced it with my tongue. “Would we have come back in here and done this?” I sucked his nipple, and he hissed.

“We would have done a lot more than this,” he rasped, and unsnapped my jeans, tugging them open enough to slide his hand in.

I moaned with his palm pressed against my clit.

“Show me,” I said, fully in control, and no longer willing to be the scared girl I once was.

With one hand in my pants, his other cupped my neck and forced me to meet his gaze. We were both breathing hard, but an icy blaze lit his eyes.

“Who are you with right now?” he asked, his fingers, feather-light and slowly sliding back and forth with the barest touch, gently teasing me higher.

“You,” I replied instantly. I was with Cal. Strong, hard, casual Cal. And I wanted him. All of him. I was tired of drowning in the memories of my past, and that now included Jack. Bad idea or not, in that moment, I felt alive. Felt like I had a say in my world, all while feeling not so alone.

“Say my name.”

I realized then that this was important. That his name was a declaration that I was moving. Maybe not moving on, but moving in his direction.

“Cal,” I whispered.

A short grin split his face as he plunged his middle finger inside me. I gasped and gripped his shoulders. Again, simply to hold on, not to reach out.

With his palm against my clit and his finger deep inside me, I began to rock in his lap, fucking his finger the way I would his cock.

He kept a tight hold of me, letting me move how I wanted, but keeping me close. His muscles bulged and flexed because he leaned back just a little, causing his abs to strain and stand up like hunks of rock beneath tan skin.

He was like someone from myth. A descendant of Hercules himself. And I gave myself over to his power and strength. But I wielded my own power with my movements, keeping my pace and my control.

“Jesus, you feel amazing,” he said, and kissed down my throat to the neckline of my shirt. He bit the material and growled. “Help me out, Kitten. My hands are busy.”

I yanked down my top and bra and wedged it beneath my breasts. The sounds of fabric ripping scratched my ears, but I didn’t care.

He didn’t say a word, just sucked my nipple into his mouth and pulled.

“Ah, God…yes.” I gripped him tighter, my fingernails digging into his skin, and I continued to ride his hand. My orgasm was just around the corner. He licked my breasts and my neglected skin sparked, like fire spreading over dry bark. The flames shot up from my core to my neck, burning me in the best way.

I wanted to feel him. Not reach, feel, I reminded myself.

I ran my hands down his stomach, those cut abdominal muscles turning me on even more.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, and sucked my other nipple into his mouth. My inner walls spasmed once, already on the brink. “You’re close, I can feel it,” he said, moving his palm in a circular motion, lighting up every nerve I had, and taking the fire to new heights. “This tight, wet pussy is going to come all over my hand,” he rasped, and his words pricked my hairline with a fresh dose of lust. “Let me feel it, Kitten. You wanted to know what it would have been like? I want to feel you writhe on my hand.”

I was helpless but to do just that. Because he held me tight, gently biting my nipple, and I shot over the edge like a rocket into pleasure. My whole body shuddered and came, just like Cal wanted, around his masterful hand. All the while, he gripped me tight and kept my head from lolling back in bliss.