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“Uh uh,” I say, wrapping a hand around her jaw to stop her. “Right now, I want that perfect pussy in my mouth until you’re dripping down my throat.”
She gasps when I thrust her up my body, resting her thighs over my shoulders. The wood beneath us creaks as I lean back against the wall of the sauna to give her something to brace herself against. The steam rolls over her skin in thick clouds as her gaze drops to mine, our ragged breathing the only other sound in the room.
“Callum,” she moans, pressing her palms against the wall above us.
I wrap my arms over her thighs, running them over her wet skin until I’m cupping her ass. I squeeze hard, pushing her toward me until she’s right where I need her.
“Come here, love,” I say against her sensitive flesh. She moans, bringing a hand down to grab the back of my hair, tugging herself forward.
“Such a dirty girl for me,” I say, laying my tongue flat against her clit and flicking up and around.
“Yes,” she moans, pushing me even closer as I devour her like she’s the first meal I’ve seen in days.
I revel in the way she grinds herself against my face, sucking and nipping at her clit until she’s close to falling over that blissful edge for me. I draw out every last bit of pleasure she has to give and only release her when she’s writhing above me.
“You taste like heaven, little siren,” I say, lifting her from my shoulders. She lowers herself down my chest, her sinful gaze locked on mine. She shifts herself lower, and lower, and—
“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling back against the wall as she lowers herself right down onto my cock until it’s buried deep inside of her.
“You say you’ve tasted heaven, Callum Thorne.” She pauses, leaning down to whisper against my ear. “Now let me show you what it feels like.”
She leans back, succumbing to the absolute goddess that she is as she rolls her hips around me. Her hands roam up her form, over the swell of her breasts, and twirl into her hair as she fucks me senseless. Before long, I think that I actually am staring down those pearly gates.
“Look at how good you take me,” I say, breathless as I grab her thighs and thrust upward to meet her pace. “Now it’s my turn.”
Her eyes widen as I flip her over and onto her back. Reaching down to grab her torn underwear, I pull her wrists up above her head and tie them together with the fabric. I grab her thighs, pulling her forward and right onto my cock. Her back arches as she moans while I press her thighs farther apart to deepen the angle. My hand finds her clit between us, my thumb massaging circles as I watch her unravel beneath me. My thrusts grow deeper, faster, harder as I give her exactly what she needs.
“Callum,” she moans, her hooded gaze finding mine through the haze. She’s close, and we both know it. We’re panting, the steam around us closing in like dew on untouched glass, blurring the edges of everything but her.
“I know, love,” I say, lifting her until I’m sitting and she’s straddling me once more.
She wraps her bound wrists around my neck, pressing her forehead against mine. My hands trace up the sides of her body, her flesh slick with sweat. I cup her face in my hands, pressing my mouth to hers in surrender. The world tilts, slows, until there’s nothing left but the rhythm of us and the unspoken promise in the space between our skin.
“I love you,” I say, moving in and out of her at a glacial pace, never wanting this moment to end.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, pressing her lips to mine.
The kiss deepens, her mouth against mine all-consuming until we’re both spiraling into a place devoid of shadows. She falls against me, her breathing heavy and her body spent. I run my hand down the back of her hair, holding her against me until her legs stop trembling and her chest rises and falls in such a rhythm that lets me know that sleep has claimed her.
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“Meow.”
Squinting my eyes open, I come face-to-face with Nyx as she nuzzles her wet nose against mine—purring loud enough to wake the dead.
Last night, we got back from Arcadia Grove. The entire weekend is nothing more than a blissful memory, one forever engraved within the softest parts of me.
I bring my hand up, scratching behind Nyx’s ear as I reminisce on how right Lydia was when she suggested the healing retreat would be good for us. I don’t know why I’m surprised by the fact. My girl is always right. The cat curls her neck toward me, pressing the top of her soft head against my cheek.
“Shhh,” I whisper, not wanting her to wake Lydia, who’s still fast asleep and curled against my opposite side. Nyx chirps, pressing her head against mine while purring even louder.
“Shhh,” I whisper again. “You’ll wake mommy.”
“Mommy?” Lydia asks, her voice full of sleep as she stretches her arm out to pet Nyx. “Does that make you daddy?”
“Good morning, love,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead as I pull her against me.
“Daddy sunshine,” she says, her smile widening. “I do love the sound of that.”
