Page 40 of Calypso's Shield
I look away, my jaw tight. “I didn’t know what to say.”
Farris scoffs. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”
My emotions are all over the place, wild, erratic, and spinning out of control. I’m tired of feeling tired. I’m tired of being angry and I’m tired of fighting about shit.
My hands clench, and my mind is made up. I don’t owe him an explanation. But the way Farris is looking at me, like I’m something he refuses to lose, like he fucking needs me, makes my chest ache.
I shake my head, swallowing down the burn of frustration threatening to choke me. I have to keep him away before he finds out the truth. “I don’t do this, Farris,” I snap, my voice breaking at the edges. “I don’t let people in. I don’t…”
Farris moves fast, closing the space between us before I can breathe. His hand catches my chin, forcing my gaze to his.“I’m not people, Calypso.” The gruff tone of Farris’s voice makes me flinch because, fuck, he’s right.
My body betrays me, leaning into him even as my mind screams to run. I drag my hand through my hair, my breath coming out unsteady. “I didn’t want you to feel trapped.”
Farris laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “You think a baby would’ve trapped me?” His voice is sharper now, the gravel in it sinking deep under my skin. His fingers flex against my jaw, not hard, but just enough to make me feel him.“You think that’s the only reason I’m here?”
I bite my lip, staying silent. Farris steps closer, crowding me, boxing me in against the wall. “You’re mine,” he mutters, voice rough. “Pregnant or not. That doesn’t change.”
My breath hitches, my resolve cracking. I want to take it all back, the lies, the distance, the goddamn walls I built, but Idon’t. I can’t. I have more than me to think about now. I hope I’m making the right decision.
Farris’s breath brushes against my skin as he leans in, his lips ghosting over my ear, sending a slow, delicious ache curling low in my stomach.
“You keep pushing me away.” His voice is nothing but a husky whisper now, hot, possessive, fucking dangerous. “But I’ll keep coming back. Every fucking time.”
A shudder rips through me, my nails digging into his shirt. I hate him. I want him. I need him. I close my eyes for a second, just a second, letting myself feel him. Letting myself want, and I know I’m already losing this battle. Because Farris isn’t just in my space anymore, he’s in my goddamn soul.
I want to fight this. I want to shove him away, claw my way out of his hold, and pretend he doesn’t own me like this. But the way he’s looking at me, like I’m already his, like I always have been, destroys me. I tremble as his fingers tighten on my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Don’t fight me, Calypso,” Farris growls. “Not tonight.”
And fuck, I don’t. I can’t.
Farris’s hands move down my body and clamp onto my waist, I know I’m lying to myself. I want this. I need him desperately.
His fingers dig into my hips, rough and demanding as he pins me against the wall. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving as his eyes burn into mine, filled with something dark, something carnal, something dangerous.
I love every second of it. I can feel him everywhere. The heat of his body is pressing against me. The slow, deliberate way he rolls his hips into mine, teasing, taunting, letting me feel how much he fucking wants me.
I gasp, my fingers fisting in his shirt. “Farris.”
Farris silences me with his mouth, crushing his lips against mine in a kiss that’s all fire and fury. There’s no hesitation, no holding back, just raw, all-consuming need. His tongue slides against mine, coaxing, claiming, owning me.
I moan into his mouth, my body arching, pressing closer, closer until there’s no space left between us. His hands move, gripping my ass, hoisting me up in one smooth, effortless motion. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, ankles locking behind his back as he grinds into me, right where I need him.
I break the kiss with a shattered breath, my head falling back against the wall. “Fuck.”
Farris chuckles darkly, trailing kisses down my throat, his teeth scraping just enough to make me shudder. “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”
His mouth moves lower, his lips and tongue setting me on fire as he works his way down my neck. He bites at my collarbone, soothing the sting with his tongue, before dipping lower, tugging my shirt up with his teeth.
Jesus. He’s going to kill me.
My nails dig into his shoulders, my back arching as Farris’s mouth finds my breast, dragging his tongue over my nipple through my bra. A sharp, needy whimper escapes me, and Farris groans, the sound vibrating through me.
“Goddamn, Calypso,” Farris rasps, his fingers tearing at my clothes, pushing up my shirt, popping open my jeans. “I’ve been wanting this. Wanting you.”
My head spins, body pulsing with need. “Then take me,” I breathe.
His eyes flick up, locking onto mine. Something shifts. Something darker. “Not yet.” Farris’s voice is rough, edged with control that’s barely there.
