Giving up on my own body, I went limp, and he fucked me through my orgasm, making it last even longer with each powerful thrust.
It wasn’t long before his rhythm grew erratic, the balls of metal hitting me just enough for my eyes to pop out of my head. He growled, “Fuck. Yes. Just like that. Fucking perfect.”
We slumped against the bed, every one of my muscles drained as the last waves faded.
I didn’t know how long I laid there, but I didn't have another coherent thought until something warm and damp replaced the cool night air. A soft cloth caressed me with gentle, careful movements. My eyes slowly cracked open.
He was watching me as he cleaned me up. His eyes were soft now, those radiant pink jewels fixed on me with an expression I didn't have enough energy to dissect.
His hair had shifted again, that strange pale tone threading through it before he settled back. For a second, something about him tugged at my memory.
Familiar. Too familiar.He looked just like…
I let my eyes fall shut again, a quiet, breathless laugh escaping me.
Get over yourself, Olivia.There was no way someone like him, someone likethat, would ever be interested in a human girl. It was preposterous to even think I was in Calix Winsale's bed. Ludicrous.
I should’ve gotten up and left while I still could. Instead, I stayed exactly where I was, limbs heavy, thoughts slow and scattered.
The bed dipped beside me.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said quietly. His arm slipped around my waist, pulling me tight against him. “Stay. Leave whenever you want tomorrow.”
His voice was calm. Easy…. And oddly safe.
Maybe I was too tired to argue, too worn down to question it, so I sank into it instead. I focused only on the quiet, cool arm that settled over my overheated body, giving myself permission to get lost in the dangerous comfort of not thinking too hard.
Just for tonight.
10
CALIX
Mmm. Warmth. Roses.
I pulled the floral heat closer, burrowing into it, greedy for every bit. The sheets shifted under me, their faint rustle breaking the quiet before a sharp inhale cut through the room.
“What the fuck!”
The warmth and sweet smell vanished, followed by a sharp thud.
Groaning, I dragged a hand over my face, but the remnants of sleep were stubbornly clinging to me. My other arm stretched out across the mattress, searching blindly for what I’d just lost but finding nothing but cool sheets.
Cracking one eye open, I found her crouched beside the bed, peeking up at me. Her blue-green eyes were wide, way too wide, as she stared at me like I’d grown a second head overnight.
A laugh puffed out of me before I could stop it.
God, she’s cute.The thought hit the same way it had the night before.
Every word out of her mouth was unpredictable. Fun. I liked that sharp black-cat energy of hers. It scratched at something in me I didn’t usually let surface.
Nothing about her felt rehearsed. No careful angles, no calculated glances. Just raw reaction, sharp, unfiltered, real. When everything in my world revolved around power and money, she stood out.
“Via,” I said, lazily lifting a hand toward her, motioning her back. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she squeaked, but she stayed where she was, crouched like I might lunge at her.
I let my hand fall back against the bed with a soft exhale.Fine. Guess I’m getting up.
