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He closes his eyes briefly before he growls, “You’re fucking soaked for me, baby.”
Eighteen
CALLUM
Evie spreads wide for me.Thisis my favorite new fucking memory. Hell, I’d lose them all over again just to recreate each moment between me and her. I knew she wa?—
Brown eyes look down at me, the fire in them burning all the way to my soul. Her need for me, grounding. The way I can barely control myself around this woman, incredible.
I sweep my tongue through her center, and her hips buck from the bed. The smile wanting out, I hone into another slow, delicious stroke of my tongue.
Cruelly slow.
I’m rewarded with the prettiest little whimper. Her breaths snap in and out so quickly I doubt any air graces her lungs at all.
Watching her writhe under my hold... I could do this all damn night. All damn day. We’re never resurfacing from this bed, not if I can help it.
My rock-hard cock aches as it presses into the mattress. But I’m savoring the woman who lived through hell and still stayed.
For me.
I guess I will never know exactly what she went through, waiting for me to find my way back.
I nip her sweet little bud, and she cries out. Her teeth settle over her bottom lip, and I suck her clit into my mouth and sink two fingers inside her.
So wet. Her need covers my hand as I pump her higher and higher.
Shaking, she grips the blanket, chest arching. As she tightens, claiming my fingers, her hands hunt and find their way into my hair. Elegant digits pull with a harsh grip as she mutters something incomprehensible. I tug at her clit with my teeth, flicking my tongue, soothing it after each vicious pull.
“Come for me, baby girl. It seems like I’ve been waiting a lifetime to see that beautiful face wrecked.”
With a lingering stroke of my tongue, I suckle her clit. Curling my fingers forward, I coax her to where I want her. And, like I knew she would, she arches off the bed, coming hard.
She is stunning.
All angles.
Sweet-as-fuck little noises.
Driving me absolutely feral.
My cock pulses as her release spills over my hand. I suckle her through her release, drawing out every last incredible wave she rolls through. My balls tighten as I taste her release. And my own follows. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. I groan, the raw sound vibrating against her clit. She flies up, sinking her hands further into my hair.
“Cal,” she cries.
One syllable.
One fucking goddamn sound, and my heart all but snuffs out.
When her doe eyes find mine, I crawl up to kneel between her legs. Cradling her, I press a kiss to the top of her head. How did I forget a love that hurts this much? This good...
“You—” A fine finger slips behind the waistband of my boxers.
“You have that effect on me.”
“I know that.” She gives me a cheeky grin as she slides the boxers down. “My turn to taste.”
Christ above.
