Page 90 of Bitten By Desire
“What happens next in your fantasies, Emma?”
God, I loved the way he said my name.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I already know what you’re into. Tell me what you want.” He bit down on my neck again.
“Harder.”
He groaned. “Dirty girl.” He started guiding my hips, setting the pace. “You want to cry out in pain. You want me to bite you so hard that you feel the air leave your lungs. You want your hips bruised with my fingertips. You want to taste your blood on my lips when you kiss me.”
“Callum!” I moaned as I pulsed around his cock. He kept thrusting into me.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
It was better than my dreams. More intense. More everything. My heart kept racing as I stared into his golden eyes.
For a few seconds we just stared at each other as we caught out breaths.
I reached out and touched the side of his face. I didn’t know what to say. He’d dreamed about me for ten years too. I had so many questions. Why had he changed his name? Why had he left if he cared about me too?
For some reason I wanted to cry. It was really him. I wasn’t crazy. “Callum,” I said.
He turned his head and kissed the inside of my wrist. “I’m not a monster, Emma.” He slid his hand intothe front pocket of the sweatshirt and pulled out the golden pen.
He opened up his palm. His skin wasn’t singed. Not even a little red. Nothing happened at all. The pen just shone in the moonlight.
He closed his fist around the pen. “But we have a lot to talk about.”
Chapter 27
Monday
I stared at Callum. He looked just as handsome in front of a roaring fire as he did in the moonlight. I’d pictured nights like this with him. Dreamed of us being a couple. After years of searching for him, I didn’t think it could ever be possible.
But here we were. Just like a normal couple. My thigh was pressed against his under the blanket. And it just felt…right.
Maybe it was foolish to have invited him inside. But I didn’t know how to say no to him.
And I’d given him every opportunity to hurt me. He hadn’t. I wasn’t sure if magic was real or not. But if it was…the pen not burning him was proof that he wasn’t a monster. The final proof was the way he was staring at me. He wasn’t hiding behind fake colored contacts. And he was staring at me like he was as addicted to me as I was to him.
How had we stayed apart for ten years?
Where had he been?
I pressed my lips together. I wanted to ask him all the questions rolling around in my head. But I didn’t want him to stop looking at me like that.
I took a deep breath. “I’m still waiting for my apology,” I said, keeping my tone light and playful. I smiled at him. “And now you owe me like a thousand more.”
He didn’t match my smile. Instead, his scowl returned. “I was always going to find you, Emma. When it was safe.”
I shook my head. “When what was safe?”
His eyebrows lowered even more. “I wasn’t exactly in a place back then to be in a relationship.”
“How does that have anything to do with safety?”
He shook his head, like everything was coming out wrong. “I just want you to know all the pieces that kept us apart. I was in a bad place. But meeting you that night? It was like a wakeup call. That maybe I could live my life differently. IfIcould be different.” He shook his head. “This isn’t coming out right.”
“No, I get it. That night felt pivotal to me too. But when you left town I thought it was completely one-sided. The way you just walked away? And the way you pretended you didn’t know me on Main Street? Do you have any idea how that made me feel?”
