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His hand paused, then slid back to my ass, fingers grazing the sensitive skin he'd marked like it was precious. "I've seen you melt now, love," he murmured. "I think I finally found how far you'll drip."
My stomach bottomed out. I stopped breathing. The words struck something deep inside me—because I remembered. Miami. The club. Me in his lap trying to escape the booth.You've already melted for me once, love. I just want to see how far you'll drip.
That was him following through. That was himkeeping that promise, the way he always did. That is, until he went and crashed his fucking car.
He turned me back to face him, and I had never seen the pale blues of his eyes so dark and wild. “You’re so fucking desperate, it should be embarrassing. But God, it's so fucking hot. This is how I felt when I worshipped at your feet in the shower. I think about that all the goddamn time. You fuckingownme, Aurélie."
He clicked the cuffs around my wrists. "My heart belongs to you." Threaded the chain through his belt. "My soul belongs to you." I should've felt trapped, collared,bound.But all I felt was safe and chosen. I wanted him to wreck me in that safety. Callum dragged me up the bed by the shackles, my body pliant and obedient, and looped the belt tight around the slats of the headboard before buckling it. "Mylifebelongs to you."
I didn’t look away, not once, even as he moved down my body so he was between my legs.
“Tell me why you tried to disappear,” he said, and finally the dominant in him broke just a little when it came out sounding like a plea. He ran his fingers through the arousal on my inner thigh, slow and cruel. “We talked about this in Monaco. I thought we put this to rest.”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. He moved down my body. The bruises on him looked like his harness, and suddenly I was back in front of the wreckage, fighting to get to him. “I don’t know, I was scared, I?—”
He pressed his mouth against the soaked lace of my panties and sucked.
I cursed in French as my hips bucked off the mattress, and the cuffs clinked violently against the headboard. His tongue was unrelenting. Every flick, every suck, every punishing lap over my clit was perfectly tuned to destroy me. Andfuck,another orgasm built fast, the fabric and his tongue and the heat all wrapping around me in an intoxicating cocktail.
He paused. “Why, Aurélie?”
“I—fuck—I couldn’t?—”
He growled and pulled my panties aside, then licked deeper and rougher. “You don’tgetto run,” he said into me. “You don’tgetto cry like that and pretend it didn’t matter to me.”
I sobbed again. I was helpless and thrashing. Every nerve in my body was on fire and begged for release.
“Say my name.”
“Callum—”
“Full. Name.”
“Callum James Fraser.”
“Again.”
“Callum—James—fucking—Fraser." Then he was on me again. I broke and screamed, my hands curling into fists as I tugged at my restraints. My body shattered into white-hot shards of pleasure, and I couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop whispering his name as if it was the only thing I remembered. He didn’t let go, didn’t stop, just licked me through it, held me open, kept me grounded like he needed this just as much as I did.
We’d been broken, and now we were bleeding our way back to each other.
I’d never seenanything so fucking beautiful in my life.
Aurélie sobbed and bucked beneath me, panting like her lungs had caved under the weight of everything she’d carried alone. Her lips trembled as she whispered my name again and again.
My name was hers.Iwas hers.
And one day I would give hermyname, and we would be bound indefinitely. In this life, and the next. Our souls would be forever bound.
I’d edged her to the brink, licked her to ruin, made her fall apart in my mouth, and still, it didn’t feel like enough. Her voice was wrecked—raw, sinful, full of grief and something deeper I’d never heard before. Something sacred. Something that sounded a lot like hope fighting its way through heartbreak.
She was humiliated. Holy, begging, filthy, and feminine. Weeping and dripping and undone, and yet still the mostpowerful force I'd ever known. My goddess in wreckage. My heaven, broken and kneeling, for me.
All at once.
This wasn’t just sex. This was a reclamation, a reckoning, a fucking religion, and she was my goddamn altar. I'd get on my knees every day to worship her.
I slowly peeled her panties over her hips and down her legs, then held them up for her to see. "I won't rip these ones, love. They belong to me. Proof a goddess knelt and offered herself to me, squirting all over my lap like it was a sacred tithe." I brought them to my mouth and licked the soaked crotch slowly—obscene and deliberate—until I could taste her on my tongue again.
