Page 146 of Bitten By Desire
His eyes searched mine.
“I’m happy. So blissfully happy.”
He wiped his thumbs under my eyes to remove my tears. “I thought I hurt you.”
I shook my head.
The smile slowly returned to his face. “I’m guessing you didn’t cry when Bennett went down on you.”
I laughed. “No. Just you.”
“Just me.”
“And now it’s my turn.” I reached out to undo the button on his pants, but my hand paused. I stared at the scar that showed a few inches above his hipbone and disappeared beneath his pants. We’d always had sex in the spur of the moment. I’d never seen him completely naked. How far did that scar go? “What caused that?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He climbed off the bed and looked around for his shirt.
I pushed myself off the bed too and grabbed his shirt before he did. “Callum, what happened? How did you get that scar?”
He didn’t respond. He just stared at me. His eyes suddenly looked so sad. I reached out again and this time he didn’t stop me from unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. The scar trailed down his abdomen. I pushed his boxers down. Lower. The scar ran from his stomach to his upper thigh. I traced the line with my index finger and looked back up at him. But I was equally distracted by his hard cock standing at attention.
I got down on my knees. He’d just kissed my stomach. I looked up at him and kissed the top of the scar. “What happened?”
He didn’t respond.
“Tell me.”
He still didn’t say anything.
So I placed my lips around his cock instead.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I swirled my tongue around his tip, hoping he’d fill the silence. But he didn’t. So I took him all the way to the back of my throat.
He put his fist in my hair and started guiding my pace.
I ran my fingers down his scar.
He cursed under his breath and stepped back.
“Callum, what’s wrong?”
He pulled his pants back up and zipped them.
What was he doing? “Callum…”
“It’s how I died, Emma.”
It felt like my heart stopped beating.How he died.Not truly died. He was standing right here with me. But how he’d stopped being mortal. How he’d changed. I stared at the top of the scar that was visible near his hip. It looked painful. Brutal. What had caused it? How had it happened? I wanted to know everything, even though it looked like he didn’t want to talk about it. “How did it happen?” I asked.
“I don’t want to relive it.” He turned away from me and grabbed the shirt I’d been wearing off the ground and tried to hand it to me.
No, he wasn’t getting out of this that easily. If we were going to be together that meant knowing the good and the bad. “Tell me the story. And then I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
He just stared at me.
“Or…I’ll do whatever you want me to do toyou.” I glanced down at his erection that was still pressedagainst his pants. And then I looked back up into his golden eyes.
