Page 54 of Calico Descending

“You’d be mine. Completely.”

I reach up to trace my finger across his brow, smiling at the lazy and heavy blink of his eyes. “Is that all you’d want? Not the freedom. or the beauty of sleeping wherever we want?”

“You’re the only reason I’d risk such a stupid idea.”

Chuckling, I watch him back himself down my body. and my stomach clenches the moment I realize what’s on his mind. “I already told you that I belong to you.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

Instead of answering, he pushes my knees to the side, spreading me open to him. My gaze shifts from him to the camera, where Doctor Ericsson will undoubtedly be watching, if not tonight, then tomorrow. Yes, we’ve had sex on camera, but something about this feels more personal. Completely on display.

“The cameras.”

“Let them watch.” He lowers his head between my thighs, and the moment his tongue meets my sex, I grip the back of his head, slamming my legs against his ears. Wordlessly prying them apart, he holds me down and paints my sensitive flesh with his tongue. The sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. Just enough pressure to make me squirm and flex my thighs.

“Oh, Valdys!”

“I can’t tell you how much I enjoy the sound of my name on your tongue.”

“As I’m enjoying your tongue.” I nibble on my bottom lip and let out a soft moan, as he keeps on with this delicious suffering.

The tickle of his stubble dancing over my folds sends my hips forward in a sharp arc, but he pushes me back against the bed.

“Hold still,” he commands in a voice that shoots a rush of blood straight to the very spot he’s sucked and licked.

“Or what.” I smile down my body at the crown of his head, which he starts shaking between my legs, his rough skin scratching against my sensitive flesh. Giggling, I fight against his hold, to close my thighs, but it’s no use. “Valdys! Stop! Please!” An unintended squawk flies past my lips, and I kick to get away from his torment.

In a moment of mercy, he lifts his head from between my legs with a devious grin. “You’d do well not to challenge my orders.”

“Yessir.” Running my hands over his shaved head, I watch, as, eyes on me, he sets his lips to my sex, his eyelids fluttering shut while he runs his tongue up and down the seam. I think how incredible it is to see such a strong and dangerous man, a powerful weapon, touch me so reverently.

Lying back against the pillow, I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation, the affection, and the rumble of appreciation that vibrates against my skin. Toes curled, I dig them into either side of his back and writhe beneath his attentive tongue. He is pain and agony wrapped in fire, but his hands and lips are sheer bliss.

I won’t stand by and let this place destroy him. This is my silent vow, a promise I will keep to myself. No matter the cost, I won’t let them hurt Valdys.

I can’t.

He’s the flame that burns inside of me, the single spark that ignites my soul.

I open my eyes, staring up to where the camera is undoubtedly capturing this moment. Let them watch. Let them know what this man does to me. How, in spite of the ugly, the pain, and the suffering this place breeds, we find solace in each other.

We find light in the darkness of this world.

Tongue dancing over delicate folds, he kisses every inch of my forbidden places, somehow delighting in his toil, and my stomach squeezes against the first bout of pressure. The suction of his mouth pulls at my wet and sticky lips, drawing my hips off the bed and I open my mouth to silence, breath trapped in my lungs. I circle my hips against it, a feeling like something hot rising inside of me. Moaning and grunting against the foreign sensation, I let my hands travel the broad expanse of his shoulders up to his shaved head, his greedy tongue only exacerbating whatever this is. “Valdys,” I whisper. “Oh … it’s … strange.”

A masculine sound of appreciation rumbles in his chest, while his lips suck the swollen and sensitive flesh. Not quite a tickle, but the rush of something cold and slightly crampy strikes my belly, and every nerve in my body seems to come alive, more receptive than ever. I shake my head against whatever he’s stirred, frightened of the pain that’s sure to follow such intensity building inside of me. My legs tremble, my hands tighten and loosen over the bedsheets, and I can’t lie still. As if some kind of exquisite sickness churns inside of me, growing and growing. Small pants of breath are all I can muster as I focus on his tongue--his wet and wicked tongue, like a wand stirring magic in my belly. The pressure is too much.

Too much!

A sharp wave of heat crashes through my muscles, and I arch my back to it, eyes shuttered to the light that strikes the back of my head. I cry out, but Valdys doesn’t stop. He greedily sucks the last of my resistance, lapping up every drop. A wash of tingles bathes my weak muscles, and though I’m lying down, I feel somewhat dizzy, lightheaded. More relaxed than I’ve ever felt before, like the cool nights in the desert when we’d fall asleep by the fire. How that heat would warm my cheeks and settle in my bones.

I open my eyes on Valdys, who looms over me, the corner of his lips kicked up in a prideful sort of smile. I’ve hardly exerted myself, but I feel tired and cozy, and when he lies down beside me, drawing me into him, my muscles are soft and weak.

“Now you’ll sleep.” He plants a kiss to my forehead, as I lie curled into his chest like a child. “And sleep well.”

Chapter 26

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