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Without a word, he rolls me onto my stomach and runs his fingertips along my spine. The bed shifts as he positions himself between my thighs, his knees spreading my legs further apart. My heart flutters. My body is needy, hungry for his touch. For this unspoken communication between bodies and souls. Forhim.
He slides his hand across my ass, between my thighs, to my pussy, then drags a single finger along my slit. My breath catches. His chest vibrates with a growl. He’s stroking his cock. I can tell by his breathing and the sound of skin on skin. He slides another long finger inside, drawing a moan from my lips. I grab the headboard and bite the pillow.
I want more of this. I wanthim. Long and hard and thick, inside of me. I roll my hips, searching for more. He adds a third finger. His breath is labored as the sound of his fist on his cock and his balls slapping his skin grows more intense. I want to cry out, to beg him for more, but we both revel in the sacred silence. This moment isn’t about words. It’s two people, raw and vulnerable, opening up to each other in ways that words never can.
He withdraws his fingers and pulls my hips higher off the bed. He wraps his other hand in my hair and pulls me toward him as he enters me, gently, slowly. I will never get enough of him. There’s reverence in the way he fucks me. It’s almost ritualistic. No dirty talk, no filthy words. Just us. His body saying all the things his words can’t.
I’m sorry.
Sorry for the silence.
Sorry for the secrets.
With every stroke of his cock, the grip in my hair tightens until I almost can’t take it anymore. He thrusts harder. Deeper. Taking. Claiming. He reaches around and pinches my nipple between his fingers. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. This is it. The pleasure of being so completely full of him, the way my body feels every time he hits that sensitive spot inside, combined with the pain of him pinching my nipple and pulling my hair. Fiery, tingling sparks shoot from my belly to my toes. My pussy clenches around him. My body trembles and shakes. He hisses, sucks air through his teeth, then lets out a long, low groan as he comes inside of me. It’s rugged and virile, and I will never get tired of hearing that sound.
He slides out of me, slowly, easily, then rolls onto his back and pulls my head to his chest. And without a word we fall asleep.
* * *
The sun’s rays creep through the cracks in the curtains, painting golden stripes across the floor. I roll over and stretch. My thoughts stray to last night and Callisto. I’d think it was all a dream if I hadn’t rolled over into his hard body.
His eyes are trained on me as if he’d been watching me sleep. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel treasured. He pulls a strand of my messy hair through his fingertips. “There’s somewhere I want to take you. Somewhere we need to go.”
No,good morning. No explanation. But something in his tone, inthosewords, tells me he wants to fix this. That he’s thought about it. Wherever he wants to take me, whatever he wants to show me—thatis his truth.
Last night, I poured my soul into him and he responded with silence. Then, he climbed in my bed and picked up every splintered piece of my heart, stitched me back together with his touch, closed my wounds with his body.
His pieces are still scattered. His wounds are still bleeding. Maybe this, whateverthisis, can put him back together.
23
Makenna
As Callisto drives through the city, my stomach flips. I watch the cars pass, make shapes out of clouds in the sky, let the morning sun warm my face as I look out the window. I’m excited, curious, even, wondering if today is the day I’ll finally get some answers.
We turn onto a familiar street, pass familiar houses. My body tenses. My fingers flex their grip on my thighs.This is Reid’s neighborhood.
I watch in silence as we pass elaborate mansions and perfectly landscaped lawns, waiting for us to finally get out of this area, and then panicking when we actually do.
The SUV slows. I try to suck in a breath but my lungs are tight. I see the sign, the window, the ice machine out front.
He’s pulling into a liquor store parking lot—theliquor store parking lot. My heart stops. This is where Reid bled to death in my arms. This is where I said goodbye.
I vowed never to come back here. Ever.
Why did he bring me here?
I sit up straight in my seat, my heart racing, pulse throbbing in my ears. Memories hit me like flashes of light. Every detail. Over and over until my mind is screaming.
“Callisto, if you brought me here to wrestle demons, I already won that battle a long time ago.”
He pulls to the side of the building and puts the Range Rover in park.
“We aren’t here for your demons, angel,” he says.
Then why are we here?
I can’t do this.
