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“Well,” I say, grinding my hips against his growing erection as the second-best coping mechanism consumes my mind. “I can think of a couple of other things that I might want.”

“Mmm, is that so?” he asks. “Feel free to enlighten me whenever you’re ready.”

“Hm, no,” I start. “I think I’d rather see you grovel.”

A dark chuckle is his only response before I’m flipped over and on my back with my wrists above my head and pressed firmly into the cushion beneath me.

“You want me to beg, love?” he asks, releasing my wrists to crawl backward down the length of my body. My chest heaves as he moves down and down until his mouth is centimeters away from my fully clothed pussy.

“Yes,” I pant. “I want you to beg for it, Callum.”

He leans back and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my silky pajama shorts. I reach over and wrap my hand around his wrist, stopping him.

“Uh uh,” I start. “What did I say?”

He peers up at me through hooded eyes, and I almost lose myself right there. His expression is so dark that it absorbs every ounce of light in the room around us. A sly smirk appears at the corner of his mouth, and he releases his fingers. I have to force the whimper back into my throat where it belongs. After all, queens do not bark for their kings. I mean, this one kind of barks, but that’s currently beside the point.

“Lydia Aston,” he says in his ridiculously bad English accent, “be a proper good lady and allow me to feast on your flesh. I’m famished, love.”

I raise a single brow right along with my chin as any queenly woman would. I wonder if queenly women also bite the inside of their cheek to stifle their laughter. Callum glares up at me in waiting, a beast ready to pounce.

“Hmm,” I murmur, hooking my fingers into the waistband of my shorts as I drag them down my thighs.

His eyes follow my lead, watching as I tug them all the way off and toss them to the floor. His hungry gaze snaps back to what now lies in front of him. I spread my thighs to give him a better view, and then I make a show of running my hand down the center of my chest. He tracks the movement as it travels down my navel and all the way between my thighs. He sucks in a breath before dragging his devilish gaze up to mine. The desperation that I spot behind the golden brown only ignites my desire to push him closer to the edge of insanity.

“Callum,” I moan, rubbing slow circles over my clit as I stare into his soul.

“Fuck,” he groans, staring down at my hand before returning his eyes to mine. “God, you’re so fucking perfect, love. I want you so fucking bad it hurts. Let me have you, now.”

His words are my undoing as I reach over, grab the back of his head, and push until his mouth meets that sensitive spot that has me seeing the fifth dimension.

“Yes,” I moan as he completely takes over the task at hand, and in full understanding of the assignment.

He flicks his tongue over all the perfect places, sucking and biting until I’m nearing the edge faster than I ever intended. He uses his hands to part me further for him and then hooks them under my thighs to drag me even closer.

“I could drown in the taste of you,” he mumbles against me. The vibration of it sends me closer to that magical place beyond the veil.

“Then drown,” I whisper, threading my fingers into his hair and pushing him closer. I allow him no reprieve, and he devours me like he was made for it.

“Callum,” I moan as I come so hard my hips buck and thrust forward in an attempt to steal the air from his very lungs.

He groans against me, sending my nerve endings straight into overdrive. I attempt to scoot backward, but he drags me forward, continuing to use his blessed tongue in all its blessed ways until I’m practically crawling out of my skin.

“God, you are a fucking masterpiece,” he says, leaning back to stare down at me.

I lick my lips and allow my gaze to drop down to the masterpiece that’s pressed against the fabric of his sweats. Reaching forward, I drag his pants down his legs at the same time that he pulls his shirt off and moves to remove mine. An animalistic growl escapes his chest as he wraps his arms around my lower back and lifts me directly onto his shaft, standing from the sofa.

“Oh my,” I pant, losing my words as he fills me in one single thrust.

He spins, walking forward until my back hits the wall beside the door. A frame hanging to the right of us falls from the wall and hits the ground with a resounding clang that neither of us pays any mind to. He brings a hand up to my throat to encircle my jaw, pressing my back against the wall. His other hand grips my ass cheek hard as he drives into me relentlessly.

“Fuck, you feel like sin and sunshine,” he pants.

I smile at his choice of words as I lean forward and grab the shell of his ear between my teeth and bite down.

“Ah, fuck,” he groans. “That’s it, love. I want to bleed for you. Make me fucking bleed.”

He spins around, slamming his back into the wall as he brings his other hand down to anchor me to him. He moves me up and down his thick shaft with ease as his hips thrust forward at just the right angle.