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“Oh, you have no idea.” He leans forward and scoops me up, carting me off to my bedroom. In seconds, he has me naked, almost as though he willed my clothing away. “On your hands and knees,” he says, and I scramble to comply.
He shoves my thighs apart roughly and immediately buries his face between them, his tongue and lips going instantly sloppy. He’s like a man who’s been starved and has finally found what he needs—he’s holding nothing back. His tongue swirls everywhere: up, down, inside, and out. I gasp and rock backwards, barely able to handle the onslaught.
He just growls and grips my thighs to keep me steady.
“Good god,” I moan, but he doesn’t relent.
“Wetter,” he mutters, and I choke out a laugh. I can already feel moisture dripping down my thighs, a combination of my own juices and his saliva. But it’s not enough for him. I’m not sure anything ever will be.
His tongue is stabbing inside me rhythmically, his fingers are on my clit, his lips and nose are nuzzling anything they can reach, and it’s more than I can handle.
“I love how you taste,” he growls, shifting so that he’s lapping at me again. Without warning, he manages to crane his neck and suck down hard on my clit, and I scream, coming hard and fast.
The orgasm is sharper than usual, a potent pleasure that shocks me. Waves of ecstasy radiate through me, leaving me quivering. He adjusts his grip on my thighs and straightens, taking me from behind with no further preamble. “Let’s see how long you can stay on your knees,” he says.
“Is that a challenge?” I pant as he enters me. I’m so slick that he slides in with no resistance, and my orgasming body immediately grips onto his cock, making him moan.
“Just a curiosity,” he replies, his voice going dark and husky.
There’s nothing tender or smooth about this; he’s wild, nearly unhinged, banging into me at a frantic pace. It’s not long before I drop to my elbows, the push and pull rubbing my nipples against the flannel sheets and making them feel all shivery.
His piercings drag along my sensitive flesh, ramping up the pleasure even more than I anticipated. He reaches around, his nimble fingers finding my clit, and gives it a pinch.
“Shit,” I moan, startled by how unbelievably good this feels. I’ve never been one for this kind of raw, animalistic sex, but he’s rapidly changing my mind.
He shifts his angle, plunging even deeper, and I come again suddenly, without any warning. Pleasure swamps through me, my inner muscles clenching hard around him as my clit pulses in time to his thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, fingers balling into fists on the sheets.
He groans. “I can feel you milking my cock. It’s so good.”
He presses my clit, a solid, firm pressure, quickly setting off a new wave of climax. My shaky knees give out, and I collapse onto the mattress. He must have sensed it coming though, because I don’t lose him. He drops with me, never even breaking stride.
This new angle is shallower, different than what I’ve felt before, and the rub of his piercings reaches a whole new level of intensity. They drag across my swollen G-spot and I shriek as yet another orgasm rips through me. I’m drenched and literally shaking, tears rolling down my face as my body tries to cope with such extreme pleasure.
Just when I’m certain I can’t take any more, Callister trembles and shouts, and I feel the liquid heat of his release pulsing inside me.
“Holy hell,” I pant.
He drops down, draping across my back, his breath in my ear. “Did you enjoy that?”
I huff out a little breath. “My god, yes. That was even better than dream sex.” I’ve never come that fast or that often.
“I might have to agree. Though that sounds like a challenge for the next time you fall asleep. Maybe I can shift into something that vibrates.”
I laugh. “Maybe. Just give me some time to recover first. And maybe drink a gallon of water.”
We lie in silence for a few moments, and he eventually rolls off of me and pulls me close, tucking me into his side.
Unfortunately, once the aftershocks wear off, reality comes creeping back in. That was incredible, but it doesn’t solve the main problem: Can Callister and I really find a way to have a normal, healthy relationship? We’re literally from different worlds, so how would that even work?
“If we decided to be together, how would we do that? I can’t stay in the Nightmare Court for long periods of time,” I say.
He nods. “I understand that now. But you could still come for short visits. And I can manifest in this realm whenever I choose.”
“So you’re saying we compromise? You go haunt dreams during the day while I’m working, and we hang out at night? Sometimes we sit on my couch and watch a movie, and sometimes we go frolicking through your realm?”
He chuckles. “I might not have phrased it precisely that way, but yes. Why not?”
