Page 151 of Bitten By Desire
I loved taking photos. But I loved this even more. I’d pictured myself on this exact loveseat in this exact pose for the past ten years.
The camera flashed again.
Callum looked up from the display. “Did you used to look at those pictures and touch yourself like this?”
I nodded.
He groaned again. “And here I was, fucking my hand to a memory when you had photos.”
“But not photos of you.”
He smiled down at me. “Trust me, photos of you are a million times better. And now I’ll have these forever.” He took another picture of my flushed face.
It was the second time he’d saidforever. And I couldn’t help but think that maybe these would be the last photos of me to ever exist. I wanted to make them count. I tried to remember his instructions from ten years ago and arched my back even more.
“Fuck, Emma.” The camera flashed. “You’re gorgeous.”
He’d said that to me ten years ago too. He made me feel beautiful.
“Do you have any idea how hard I am?”
The switch from sweet to filthy in two seconds just made everything more intense. “Callum, I’m going to…”
“No.” He grabbed my wrist to stop me. “Not yet.” He took another photo. “Remember when you told me your fantasy of me biting your neck?”
I just stared at him.
“When we were outside under the stars.”
“I remember.”
“Do you remember what I said to you?”
“Well, you didn’t admit you were a vampire.”
The side of his mouth ticked up. “No. I didn’t. But I told you my fantasy too.”
Oh.Oh.I remembered. “That you wanted me to be completely at your mercy.”
“With your hands tied.” He pushed my shirt the rest of the way off. “And a blindfold over your eyes.” He pulled out a tie from his pocket and leaned toward me. He placed the silky material over my eyes and knotted it behind my head. “Are you ready to see what I really wanted to do to you all these years?”
I nodded my head and I felt his hands slip beneath me. He lifted me into his arms.
“Where are we going?” I put my hand on his chest.
“I can’t get the idea of you in my handcuffs out of my head.” He dropped me down and I felt his soft sheets.
“And what if you need the handcuffs?”
He grabbed one of my wrists and the cool metal clicked closed.
“Callum?”
“I promised you I’d never hurt you.” He grabbed my other wrist. “Don’t you trust me?” The other handcuff closed around my wrist.
I did trust him. I nodded.
His cold hand fell to one of my breasts. “So fucking perfect.”
