He reached down without missing a stroke and pinched my clit—hard and perfect, rough enough to sting, precise enough to make my vision go white. The orgasm crested instantly, heat building from the soles of my feet to the base of my spine as if a fuse had been lit. Tiny fireworks popped under my skin, nerves sparking, until the pressure finally detonated.
I came again, harder and messier. My body seized and clamped around his cock, so tight he hissed through his teeth. My back arched clean off the bed, thighs trembling, a loud, desperate cry ripping from my throat. He squeezed my throat a tad harder, and the release intensified.
“Callum—fuck—Callum!” I choked out, one hand grabbing his forearm to rake my nails down it.
It was too much and not enough. My body pulsed around him inpowerful, relentless waves, one crashing into the next. I couldn’t breathe. Could only hold onto him like I’d fall apart without him.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he rasped, not slowing, fucking me through it as my vision blurred. He loosened his grip, and I sucked in a grateful breath of air that brought me back down to earth. He stroked his thumb along my collarbone before sliding his hand up to grab my jaw—not tight, just there. It was possessive, as if to sayyou're mine now, say it back."So fucking pretty when you come for me."
Callum shifted to grip under my knees, bending them high and pressing them toward my chest as he leaned in and slammed even deeper.
God.
I could practically feel him in my throat. He stayed there; deep, grinding, stealing every last drop of pleasure from me. Our sweat mixed. Our bodies trembled. I couldn’t stop moaning his name, which only made him thrust harder and faster.
Fuck, how is it even possible for someone to be that deep?
He bit me again, licked me, kissed me furiously. Whispered in my ear, “You. Are.Mine, Aurélie.” He came, and I felt him pulse inside me. I pulled him in for a kiss to swallow his groans.
I was on system overload, and yet I couldn’t stop. I was addicted, and the only way to satisfy the craving was to let him keep fucking me.
Raw, carnal desire.
Unhinged.
Desperate.
Possessive.
When it was over—when he collapsed beside me, still breathless and tangled in my sheets—I knew nothing would be the same again.
I told myself I just needed tonight, but I was wrong. Because after that?I knew.Just like what his tattoo represented and now I would need so much more than just tonight with him, even if I shouldn't.
We lay side by side,both still catching our breath as we stared up at the ceiling. The room smelled like sex and sweat and her, and I couldn't get enough. My chest heaved as if I'd just come off the track, lungs still trying to recover from the adrenaline of it all. Except, it wasn't a crash. It was a fucking high.
Sex hadneverbeen that good. It had always felt like a means to an end—a release. But with Aurélie? The entire thing was an experience I never wanted to end.
I was still drunk on whiskey. Still reckless, grinning like a fucking idiot. When I turned my head to look at Aurélie, my brain cataloged every little detail, never wanting to forget this moment. Her golden hair was a tangled halo on the pillow beside me. Her robe had completely slipped off her shoulders, exposing the cups of her delicate lace bra—her rosy nipples visible—and the angry bite marks I'd left on her collarbone. Her lips were swollen, mascara smudged under her eyes, and her skin flushed all over.
She was wrecked and glorious. My masterpiece. I couldn't stop looking.
Then she giggled. Not a snarky scoff or a sarcastic huff. A real, girlish, utterly unhinged laugh. It surprised me enough to suck in a shaky breath and grin, because it was so out of character itfelt illegal.
I rolled completely onto my side to face her. "What?"
She blinked up at the ceiling, sighing contentedly and smiling in a way I'd never seen before. But holy fuck, I wanted to see that smile on her face every day. "I was just wondering… why did we wait so long to do that?"
I couldn't help it. I laughed—a full, breathless, crazed kind of laugh. "No idea, love. Could've saved us both months of hell if we hadn't."
"Right," she scoffed. "I'm sure your pit chasers have benefited from your struggles."
Gaping at her, I pondered how the fuck I was supposed to tell her that there hadn't been another woman since she entered my orbit and refused to leave. Maybe I'd just been waiting to meet her all this time.
She turned her head slowly to look at me. Her hazel eyes met mine, lashes damp and lips parted. I didn't say anything, just took the sight of her in. Her bottom lip was blossoming with bruises from my teeth. The freckles on her nose were visible, and there was the faintest tremble in her hands as she reached to pull the robe tighter.
I almost snorted. Too late for that; I'd already seen everything. Jesus Christ, she was so fucking beautiful it hurt.
And she was here… in bed… withme.
