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It’s time to show Lydia Aston how it feels to be worshiped.

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Lydia

“What are you doing?” I ask, giggling when Callum stops at my kitchen island and grabs the burning amber and cedarwood candle sitting on top of it.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mutters, heading for the stairs as I nuzzle my face into the side of his neck.

I giggle again, the anticipation of what he might do sending my adrenaline soaring into overdrive. I get the feeling that Mr. Big and Broody has a dark side, and the thought alone has me giddy with excitement. I wonder if I could persuade him to put on his stage outfit for me.

He clears the top step and heads straight for my bedroom, setting the candle on my bedside table. He sets me down and immediately crowds me into the nearby wall. A low groan rumbles through his chest as his hands find my hips, pinning me there. I rise on my toes, sliding my arms behind his neck as my fingers tangle in his hair. His gaze lands on mine, the desire I see swimming beneath the golden hues a mirror to my own.

“Show me who you truly are, Callum. I want to see all of you,” I say, my voice breathy and barely above a whisper.

His eyes dart between mine as if silently questioning the truth of my words. I nod once, and in an instant, his mouth is on mine, devouring the space between us like it never stood a chance. He growls into my mouth, the sound more animal than human. It’s as though he’s a beast starved, clawing at the cages of restraint he no longer cares to be captive to. Our tongues collide with the desperation of a first kiss, and I can feel his large erection pressing against the confines of his sweats as he grinds against my wet center.

“Callum,” I moan against his mouth, releasing his hair from my grip and running my nails down his back hard enough to draw blood.

He groans, pulling away from my mouth to trail kisses down the side of my neck and over my collarbone. He spins us until his back hits the wall, moving his hands over my ass to hold me firmly against him. A chuckle escapes him, the sound so dark and depraved that a thrill rushes down my spine in response. He walks us forward until he finds the edge of my mattress, setting me down and taking a step back.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you like this, how long I’ve imagined you like this,” he murmurs.

His words render me speechless as I stare up at him in all of his warrior-like glory. I watch as his eyes trail down my body, leaving embers in the wake of the blaze burning beneath them. I spread my knees apart to give him a better view, earning a throaty “fucking perfect” in response. Smirking, I sit up and onto my knees to remove the only layer of clothing still between us.

“These have to go,” I mutter, hooking my fingers into his waistband and tugging him toward me.

I pause with my fingers hooked into his waistband, dragging my gaze back up to his. His muscles are corded in tension, his fists clenching like he has to physically restrain himself from taking charge. I imagine not being in full control of a situation drives a man like Callum Thorne absolutely bat shit crazy. He can’t help it. It’s the Capricorn inside of him.

I begin to drag his sweats and boxers down his muscular thighs, gasping when the not-so-little guy springs free from his sweatpants prison. I fall back on my heels, coming face-to-face with the blessed body part that I knew a man of this stature would possess. I thank the stars for their lovely contribution to Callum Thorne, swallowing as I tilt my head in wonder at how the hell I’m supposed to fit that thing into my mouth.

“Something wrong, love?” he asks, his voice dripping in the kind of light amusement I didn’t know he was capable of emoting. I blink a couple of times, fully appreciating the girth of this thing. I mean, damn, it’s large and in charge.

“Nope,” I say, my eyes never straying from the perfect specimen in my direct line of sight.

He chuckles, placing a finger beneath my chin and lifting until our eyes meet. “Eyes up here, little siren,” he says, voice low and full of dark promise.

I swallow, contemplating how I can take that sound and shove it right into my ear canal so that it can live inside my mind entirely rent-free.

“Yes, sir,” I say, smiling sweetly and batting my lashes at him.

I don’t allow my eyes to stray from his, even when I can see the giant thing in my periphery. It’s so hard not to look or sneak in a quick touch. It’s like being told not to do something and wanting to do that thing even more, and it’s making me feel bratty.

Callum stalks toward me, distracting me from all prior thoughts as he literally crawls onto the mattress in my direction. I lean back, pulling my legs from under me and parting them to make room for his large frame. He looms above me as his fingers trail down my body, finding that beloved place between my thighs in record time.

“Love,” he breathes out, his fingers moving up and down my center, “you’re so goddamn wet for me.”

He presses two fingers inside of me, and my back arches from the mattress on instinct. I don’t dare look away from his face, not for a second. I want to watch the way I drive him wild and reckless. I want to witness the moment a man like Callum Thorne loses control.

He withdraws his fingers the second I moan and grind my hips against his hand. I fight the urge to grab his hand and force him to keep going. But then, he lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean of my arousal while his eyes remain unblinking and entirely on mine. The image of him doing something so damn dirty is most definitely one of the hottest things I’ll ever bear witness to.

“Fuck, little siren, you taste even better than I imagined,” he rasps. “Come here.”

He extends a palm, and I stare up at his hand, intrigued. Placing my hand in his, I gasp when he pulls me up and then lifts me until my legs are wrapped around him. His large hands cup my ass as he spins around and falls back against the mattress with me straddling him.

“Sit on my face, love. I want to devour you until you’re begging me to stop, and my name is carved into the back of your pretty throat.”

My mouth nearly pops open at his unexpected words. So filthy, so unpredictable, so hot. I don’t need to be told twice. I take my time as I roll my hips over his erection on my way up his body, coating his length in my arousal. The feel of him against me sends tiny impulses through every inch of my body. His hands are on my hips in seconds, holding me still.