Page 84 of The Bitter Words

Her eyelids drop halfway as the vixen I know and love takes another swipe, followed up with a quick suck.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it,” I grunt out. “But now I want more. Open your mouth.”

She does and I deep-throat her. I expect her to gag, but she doesn’t. She never ceases to amaze me. How she got so good at this is beyond my wildest dreams.

I stare into her eyes as I thrust in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swirls and licks up and down my shaft. That only makes me want to go harder.

I do, forcing myself farther than I’ve gone before. My balls are almost past her lips. Her eyes start to water.

I pull out. “Too much?”

“Just a little.” She gently pushes me away and coughs. “Get on your back and we’ll sixty-nine.”

“Great idea.”

We get positioned. I devour her with my tongue and fingers as she sucks my dick and tickles my balls. She’s never done this before and it’s driving me insane.

My groin grows heavy with a pleasurable sensation webbing out down my legs and up my core. I buck my hips as she rides my face.

She tastes so sweet and smells like sex. I love everything about it. It’s right now that I decide this is the way I wanna come. This feels too amazing to stop and have to put on a condom.

She starts to quake over my mouth. I think she’s about to come. I dive two of my digits into her and lap over her clit.Her muscles tense and she moans. The vibrations over my shaft and her wetness coating my face do me in. I come down her throat within a few pumps.

She climbs off me and snuggles into my side. “Well, so much for having sex with you.”

I release a devilish laugh. “Don’t worry, love. Give me a minute to recover and I’ll take care of you the right way.”

“You better,” she teases.

She rests her head on my chest as we catch our breaths. I run my palm over her arm.

She shifts and peeks at something. “Callum, what’s that on your bicep?”

“Oh, I got another tattoo.” I push her up and show it to her.

It’s a fallen angel who’s now just a skeleton carrying a woman away from the gates of hell. Livianna traces it with her pointy nail. When she does, I notice a transparent bandage over her wrist.

The air leaves my lungs. She’s cutting again. She hasn’t done that in… Fuck, I don’t know when she started doing it again. It’s another reminder we’re anything but close.

Her confused eyes come to mine. “Why did you get that?”

“I don’t know. Because I liked it.” I clear my throat and swallow my lie.

They seem to fall off my lips more than the truth does these days. It’s not that I want to deceive her, but she can’t know what I’m going through. She wouldn’t understand.

Fuck, I don’t, so how could she? All I know is my life is a living torture chamber.

She tilts her head. “Callum, who’s that supposed to be?”

Us. It’s me making sure you never get taken to the hell I live through every day of my dreadful life. I’ll carry you so far away from it and keep you safe even if I have to die to do it.

I roll to my side. “It’s just some ink. I saw it at the shop and thought it was cool. Why? Don’t you like it?”

“No, I do, but I know you. The tattoos you get all have deep meaning.”

“Yeah, well, this one doesn’t.”

“Promise?”