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“Fuck,” he groans, “if you keep doing that, I’ll have to teach you a lesson about disobedience.”

A devious grin consumes my features as I plot out exactly how to make sure he follows through on that threat.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns, sensing my desire to be taught a lesson or two. He grips my ass in his hands, pulling me forward until I’m seated right where he wants me.

“I’m starving, and the only thing that will satiate me is sitting inches from my mouth. So, I’m going to need you to try really hard to stop being a brat and let me fuck you with my tongue, love.”

He doesn’t give me a moment to respond before he pulls me flush against his mouth. His tongue darts out and finds that sensitive spot with lethal precision, and within seconds, I can feel that mind-altering sensation building in my core.

His mouth forms a suction over the entire area, while his tongue traces patterns that have me seeing the stars. He sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling it between his teeth and tugging hard. My hands find his hair, pulling myself closer as I watch—completely and utterly mesmerized by his stellar performance.

“Callum,” I pant, “that feels so damn, so—”

My stuttered words earn a dark, chuckled response that sends vibrations straight through that perfect place that I never want his mouth to stray from. I’m so close. I can practically see the cliff’s edge, and I’ve never been more ready to dive straight over it. And right as I’m nearly there, he stops.

“Callum,” I nearly yell.

His response is to flip me over in a single turn, hovering above me while he edges me straight into the damn afterlife. I scowl up at him, watching as a devilish grin appears on his face. He hooks his hands beneath my thighs, tugging me forward and pushing my legs back and open wide. Holding my gaze, he leans down painfully slow until his mouth is so close to where I want him that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my flesh. He leans forward, twirling his tongue right over my clit at the same time that he pushes two fingers deep inside of me. I moan loudly as he sucks and nips at my clit, flipping his expert fingers until they brush over that wondrous place deep inside of me.

“Yes,” I moan, watching as he eyes me knowingly, “make me come for you, Callum.”

My words are enough to have him delivering and then over-delivering as I fall headfirst into the most intense orgasm of my entire existence. His mouth doesn’t leave my pussy until he’s satisfied that I’ve given him everything I have. And then, through the post orgasm haze, I watch with quiet inquisition as he leans over and grabs the burning candle from my bedside table.

26

Callum

Lydia Aston is wildfire, and I’ve never wanted to burn so badly.

Watching Lydia unravel beneath me is the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever witnessed. I want to watch her come for me over and over again. I want to hear her scream my name until her lungs burn and her voice breaks. I never want to let her out of my sight or out of this bed. She is all-consuming, and I’ll never have enough.

The little siren eyes me with piqued curiosity as I reach over and grab the burning candle from her bedside table. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of wax play but never felt the desire to try it with anyone until now.

The bright flame burns before my eyes as I stare into it, tilting the candle back and forth to watch it dance. I lock onto Lydia’s bright eyes through the flame, her stare letting me know that she’s not the least bit afraid. I pause with the candle tilted, a bead of wax suspended near the rim, as I wonder for only a second if this might be too far for her.

“Do it,” she says, leaning forward and grabbing my cock in both of her hands.

Oh, fuck. I’m so distracted by her grip that I almost don’t hear her words at all. I tilt the candle back upright on instinct to protect her.

“I’m not afraid of a little fire, Callum,” she whispers, leaning forward and sucking the head of my throbbing cock into her mouth. The warmth of it warps my thoughts, and I have to suppress the urge to drive my hips forward until she’s gasping for air.

“Be careful what you ask for, little siren. Fire consumes. Fire is unforgiving,” I grunt, my voice strained from the proximity of my cock to the back of her throat.

She pushes me further into her mouth, grazing my shaft with her teeth as she releases me. Images of me grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing myself inside of her mouth flash through my mind as I struggle to suppress my urges. I like things rougher than most, and I’m not entirely sure that Lydia is game. I do intend to test the waters, though.

“I already burn for you, Callum Thorne,” she says, darting her tongue out and licking straight down the shaft of my cock at an agonizingly slow pace. The little brat is teasing me, and I’m barely holding it together.

“Plus, I’m a fire sign,” she says, pushing me all the way to the back of her fucking throat in a single forward thrust.

What was she saying? Fire sign? Fuck, I don’t know. And right now, I don’t fucking care.

I tilt the candle, allowing the wax to drip down the center of my chest first. The hot liquid hits my skin, stinging only for a few seconds before solidifying. It feels so fucking good, and I want to do it again. I need more. I pour again, this time a little lower, and a drop lands on Lydia’s cheek as she sucks me in and out of her mouth with expert skill. Damn, she’s fucking good at this. She moans when the wax hits her skin, the burn only tempting my little siren to push me closer to the edge. Tears well up in her pretty blue eyes as she watches me come apart for her.

“Fuck, Lydia,” I groan, grabbing a fistful of her hair in one hand when I absolutely can’t help myself a second longer.

I tug hard, pulling to meet her quickening pace, and when I’m nearly over the edge, I thrust my hips forward and don’t allow her to move. She gags only once before continuing to breathe through her nose.

“That’s it, love. Show me how fucking dirty you are,” I say, tilting the candle and watching as the wax drips out of the glass and onto her back.