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“No. For me.”
He loosens his grip on my wrist and allows me to slide the drawer closed, then intertwines his fingers in mine. I lift our hands, bringing them to his chest, and look up at him. He wraps his other arm around my waist and pulls me close, not saying a word, just holding me there like he understands how difficult of a step this is for me. I stand here, breathing him in, knowing in this moment that there isn’t a single other man in this world I would have let go of Reid to be with.
His heart is pounding in his chest, telling me what he is too proud to say with words. This moment is just as important to him as it is to me.
One by one, I begin to unbutton his shirt.
“Makenna,” he says with a slight shake of his head.
I won’t let him stop me. I need this. I need him.
“Callisto.” His muscles tense beneath my hands at the mention of his full name, but he doesn’t correct me.
I ignore his warning and continue working on the trail of buttons. His protest doesn’t last much longer once I unbuckle his belt and release his cock from his pants, then slide them off. He kicks them to the side. I take in a deep breath at the sight of him, fully erect and glistening with arousal. I glance up into eyes as deep and blue as the ocean then I sit down on the bed and take his length in my hand—a steel rod wrapped in silk. I watch the muscles on his thighs flex as he inhales through his nose the moment I touch him. My stomach flutters at the way I affect him, urging me to continue. My eager tongue sweeps across the dewy drops that cover his thick head. One taste and I’m like someone dying of thirst in the middle of the desert. I can’t get enough of him, licking him, tasting him, sucking him. His hands wrap and twist in a hurried frenzy into my hair, and his hips pump and thrust himself farther into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. My jaw is starting to ache, but I don’t want to stop. I brace myself with one hand on his leg. God, he fills me so deliciously, and his carnal groans of appreciation only encourage me to keep going. I feel his thighs tighten beneath my grip and with a swift jerk of his hips, I am no longer tasting him. As soon as I realize what’s happened, I look up at him in confusion. His chest heaves as he works hard to control his breathing.
“Fuck,” he says, meeting my gaze. His grip in my hair loosens and a smirk pulls at one corner of his beautiful lips. “Your mouth is heaven, baby, but I’m not done with you. Not even close.” His voice is gravelly and deep as he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor, then takes a step forward.
His body presses firmly against mine, his erection strategically placed between my breasts. With a gentle tug of my hair, he pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him. I swallow hard then let out a staggered breath as I imagine what it would be like to have him there, my breasts enveloping his flesh.
An amused smile flickers across his face as my mouth falls open. “You want me to fuck you here?” He slides his cock between my breasts, slowly, carefully. His eyes are dark and heavy as he licks his bottom lip. I nod and throw my head back, allowing him room to do as he pleases. He grins. “We have plenty of time for those things. And there’s somewhere else I want to be right now.” He urges me onto my back then crawls on top of me, spreading my legs with his knees. His finger sweeps across my slit, and my toes curl against the sheets.
“What if we don’t?” I ask.
“What? Have plenty of time?” he questions, and I nod. “Maybe we don’t. But I’m not going to rush through every moment I have with you because I’m afraid something might happen. I’m going to savor you, Makenna. Every last fucking drop.”
He pulls my arms above my head and guides my fingers around the bottom of my upholstered headboard. “Keep these here.”
The tip of his nose makes a sensuous trail down my arm, sending shivers down my body. His breath hovers over my skin. When he reaches my neck, his tongue darts out to taste me, followed by the gentle nip of his teeth. He opens his mouth wider, taking more of my flesh between his teeth, biting harder and drawing a gasp from my lungs.
“I want to mark you here,” he whispers, low and deep. “To show the world you belong to me.”
My hips roll beneath him as his words penetrate my very core. His erection rubs sweet, sweet friction against the thin fabric of my panties. “Do it,” I plead.
He pulls away, and I instantly miss his warmth. Seconds later, those same delicious lips are on my nipple, tugging and pulling, licking and sucking. It’s too much. My hands slip down into his hair, urging him on. He pauses to look up at me, his lips still touching my breast.
“Let go again, and I’ll stop.”
The vibration of his seductive voice against my nipple does glorious things to my body. I get the feeling Callisto isn’t one to make empty threats, so I grab back onto the headboard. He rewards my obedience by moving his mouth further down my body, hot breath and gentle kisses leaving a trail of blazing fire. When he gets to my side, he bites me again, although not hard enough to leave a mark this time. The way he switches from gentle to rough without any warning has my body like a livewire. My legs fall open wide in anticipation, and I feel him smile against my skin.
“Remember what I said about begging?”
I open my eyes and wet my lips before lifting my head to look at him. “Yes.”
“Now would be a good time to start.” His eyes show no mercy, and his tone tells me if I don’t do as he says, I’ll be going to bed one seriously frustrated girl.
“Please,” I breathe.
He traces the seam of my lips through the thin cotton material of my panties, never moving his eyes from mine. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Please, Callisto,” I say, my voice a little louder but still weak.
He slips one finger inside the elastic on the side of my panties, running it over my mound then sliding it back up the wet slit until he reaches my throbbing clit. He spreads my arousal over the hard nub then withdraws his finger, bringing it to his mouth.
“I’m addicted to your taste. Your scent. The way you feel,” he says as he lowers his head and runs the tip of his tongue over the crease in my panties. My hips lift off the mattress and roll under his delicious torment. It takes every ounce of willpower I’ve got not to let go and grab a handful of his hair right now. He growls against my heat. “I need it—all of it—all the time.”
He pulls my panties to the side with one hand while his tongue traces my pussy in slow, agonizing strokes. Then my clit, following the same tortuous pattern at first, then moving faster, drawing it into his mouth, and sending me right over the edge. I can’t quiet my moans or still my hips. My toes clench the sheets and my back arches off the bed as the orgasm rocks my body. Thirty seconds of his tongue and I’m a quivering, shuddering mess. I’m still feeling the aftershocks when he brings his mouth back to my entrance and begins lapping up every drop of my climax. I can’t hold on. I have to touch him. My fingers tangle in his hair, massaging his scalp and prompting him to look up at me.
“You don’t listen very well, do you?” he says, and the authority in his tone excites me a little.
