“You gonna come for me, love?” I growled, lips dragging across her jaw, her cheek, her ear. “Gonna soak my cock while I hold your pretty throat?”
“Yes—Callum—please?—”
“Then come, my little slut.” I kissed her temple, her cheek, her jaw—slow, reverent, ruined. “Come for me. Now.” And she did, violently and gloriously, screaming my name while her cunt pulsed around mein hot, rhythmic spasms that threatened to drag me right over the edge with her. Stars dotted my vision as I held her through it.
Then—fuck. Her arms wound around my neck, pulling me in close. Her head dropped to my shoulder, and she leaned into the grip I still had on her throat as though sheneededit to stay tethered. Her nails scraped the back of my neck and tugged on the ends of my hair.
Then, in a raw whisper, she said, “You’re everything I ever wanted.” A beat before she spoke again, softer this time. “It’s never felt like this before. I’ve never felt… this alive.”
And just like that—I fucking detonated. The tingles building under my skin and spread through my veins exploded as my body shattered around her. Not just from the sex or the praise, but from her truth. At that moment, it hit me like a crash into the barriers at two-hundred miles per hour: Ifeltsomething for her. Iwantedher. Not just her body, not just the chase; I wanted every messy, moody, mouthy, and magnificent inch of her.
I buried myself deep, my hips jerking in stuttering thrusts as I came so hard I saw white behind my eyes. The orgasm ripped through me like a goddamn lightning strike, so powerful I pitched forward, pushing her down with me—our bodies crashing together as we both caught ourselves on shaky arms.
My chest was pressed to her back, forehead falling to her shoulder, breath tearing from my lungs in ragged, broken bursts. I was gone, fucking obliterated, as her name fell from my lips like a prayer and a curse all at once, my teeth grazing her skin and my soul clawing toward hers in the silence that followed.
“Fuuuuck—Aurélie?—”
Her words echoed through my skull like gospel. I held her tight, pressing my forehead to her temple, trying to breathe through the wreckage of what she’d just done to me.
I’d never come so hard in my life.
Her hand reached back blindly, fingers digging into the muscle of my tattooed thigh, holding tight like she needed to anchor herself to something real. My entire body shook.
“Good girl,” I murmured again, but this time, it came out like avow. Like worship. “You did so good.” She didn’t even know it yet, but I was alreadyhers.
I wanted to growl that she was made to be fucked like this—that I’d be the only one who ever would. But I didn’t, not yet. I couldn’t say something that real out loud without losing my goddamn mind.
She was mine, and I was so fucking gone for her.
I slowly pulled out, hating the loss of her warmth immediately. Her body twitched beneath me—sensitive, spent, still trembling. I dragged my gaze down her back, taking in the flushed pink of her skin, the arch of her spine, the way her hair spilled across the pillow in a golden tangle, the sexy-as-fuck tattoo. Her thighs glistened. Her ass was raised perfectly, soft and round and kissed with bruises from my grip.
Mine.I did that.
I ran a hand down my face and let out a slow, satisfied breath.Holy fuck.That was something else. I felt lighter. Like something in me had cracked open and poured out. Maybe I had needed this more than I realized.
Aurélie didn’t speak or move. Just let out a long, soft breath as I leaned down and pressed a kiss right to the center of her spine. I didn’t rush her or demand anything else, I simply eased her down gently, guiding her onto her side next to me, brushing a damp strand of hair from her jaw. My fingers lingered, stroking across her cheek.
“I meant what I said,” I murmured. “You wrecked me.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and for a heartbeat, I thought she might curl into me. That she might stay and let herself want me out loud.
But then… she gulped, and everything changed. She blinked rapidly, like she'd just remembered where we were and what we’d done. Her gaze darted across the room and the color drained from her face.
“Shit,” she whispered. “Shit, shit, shit?—”
She bolted upright, clutching the edge of the sheet like it might somehow fix this. The panic was instant, her dazed expression shifting into something sharper—panic. Horror. Regret?
She blinked again. “No.”
I arched a brow. “No?”
Her breath caught. “No, no, no—” Her fingers tangledin her hair, a wild, frenzied energy radiating off her. She launched off the bed, racing across the room. She yanked the bathroom door open, steam billowing out, and disappeared inside. Her bare feet slapped the tile floor, then came the squeak of the faucet and the abrupt stop of the running shower. She'd left it on, because she hadn't meant for this to happen. I'd just shown up here, and.. fuck.
My money was betting that she was already regretting this, even though it was everything I'd ever wanted and more.
Aurélie reemerged moments later in a pair of lace panties, moving like a woman possessed as she hastily grabbed her robe from the bed and tugged it on with jerky movements. I sighed, still fully in the nude and sated, and climbed to my feet, grabbing the used condom off the ground and peeling the other one off to dispose of both.
"Auri."
