Page 82 of Flat Out
And him, lounging on the bed on his side, head propped on his hand. Cast half in shadow, he watched me like he’d been waiting centuries instead of half an hour.
My breath caught, the air leaving my lungs in a shiver. My pulse tripped over itself, going haywire, because I knew what was next.
The robe swishedaround my thighs as I padded toward Callum. His gaze tracked every step, sharp and unblinking, like a predator waiting for the kill. My knees hit the mattress first, sinking into the turned-down sheets, and I crawled toward him, candlelight flickering across his face.
The second I was close enough, he pounced.
No warning. No hesitation. Just Callum—raw, feral, unstoppable.
Exactly how I loved him. We were twin flames, soulmates, meant to be together no matter the obstacles in our way.
His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back just enough for his mouth to crash down on mine. The other bracketed my throat, thumb brushing the column of it, a steady reminder that he could hold me, pin me, ruin me however he wanted.
The kiss stole my breath before I could take it. Biting, sucking, licking until my lips were swollen, until I whimpered into him, mouth parting like an offering. He took it, his tongue slid against mine like he was tasting something forbidden, like he couldn’t get deep enough, and I swore I could feel every ounce of his desperation pouring through that kiss, scorching down my throat, straight into the depths of my core.
Callum shoved me down to the mattress, rough enough to make me gasp, tender enough that my body opened for him without fear. His hand was at my throat, not choking, just holding me. Silently reminding me I was his to pin, his to worship, his to ruin. And God, I wanted it. I wanted him to take control because that was how I took mine: giving it freely to the only man I trusted to catch me when I fell.
He pressed me flat into the bed, his weight unyielding, his chest crushing against my breasts, the heat of him searing through the robe that tangled between us. I arched, chasing more. Frantic. Needy. Clawing at his shoulders even as his body caged me down.
Then his thigh shoved between mine. His thick, unrelenting thigh muscle forcing my legs wider, and ground up against me with brutal precision. The rough drag of his joggers against the pulsing of my clit had me keening. Writhing and desperate for more.
Fuck.
“Callum.” His name broke on a gasp, my head falling back, hair spilling over the pillows. His grip on my throat tightened just enough to send a rush through me. Right now, he commanded every twitch of my body.
I ground down shamelessly, rocking my hips, the seam of his thigh hitting me exactly where I needed it most. Sparks shot through me, white-hot and merciless, every nerve ending firing as he devoured my mouth again. His kiss was wet andconsuming, his groan vibrating against my tongue, his breath ragged as if he were starving for me, like this was the only way he knew how to live.
His hand slid between us, untying my robe so we were skin on skin. My pussy clenched and throbbed againstnothing, my clit screaming for release as I rubbed harder against him. Water was still damp on my skin, making everything slick and overheated.God, it was almost unbearable. The pressure built fast, savage, climbing so high I couldn’t hold it back.
It hit like lightning—violent and blinding—a shudder that ripped up my spine as my orgasm shattered me. I clawed at his forearm with both hands, digging in my nails in an attempt to ground myself, because it was too much. My hips jerked wildly against his thigh, my cry swallowed by his mouth, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the sheer intensity.
I came undone beneath him, gripping fistfuls of his shirt like I’d drown if I let go.
Only then did he drag his mouth from mine, foreheads pressed together, his breath erratic between us. His thumb stroked the thrum of my pulse at my throat, a claim and a comfort all at once, and his blue eyes seared into me, glassy with hunger.
“Mine,” he growled, the single syllable vibrating through my bones. “Every inch of you. Every breath. Every cry. Tonight, I take it all, Aurélie. Do you understand?”
Swallowing, I nodded. He pressed a gentle kiss to my jaw, humming in approval.
Then, lower, filthier, his lips ghosted my ear in French, each word dragging a fresh spasm–irresistible, orgasmic aftershocks. “Je vais te brûler, te sanctifier de l’intérieur, et t’engloutir jusqu’à ce qu’il ne reste rien.”
I’m going to burn you, sanctify you from the inside, and consume you until nothing remains.
His mouth claimed mine again, devouring like he couldn’t stop, his thigh still pressed firm between my legs so every aftershock pulsed through me with unbearable intensity.
And I wanted more.
His words shot straight through me, molten and devastating, leaving me trembling under the weight of them. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I could only feel the way his possession wrapped around me like a chain I’d begged him to lock.
A moan tore from my throat, needy and broken, as my nails dragged across his back. “Yes,” I gasped against his mouth, the word almost a sob. “Do it. Burn me, take me, make me yours until there’s nothing left.”
He swallowed the plea with another brutal kiss, and I knew I was lost already, body, mind, and soul. One of his hands slid lower, between my thighs, his thumb dragging slickly over my folds. I jolted, already embarrassingly wet, and his laugh was dark velvet against my ear.
“That’s it, mon cœur. You’re ready for me. You’ve been ready all fucking day, haven’t you?” His fingers dipped lower, spreading me, circling my entrance before pulling back up to rub slow, tight circles over my sensitive clit. I bucked against his hand, panting into his mouth.
I didn’t care, I just needed him. I loved when he pinned me. When he made me gasp for air and question how far we could take it. I fucking loved that I had no room to breathe, no chance to think. Just Callum everywhere, consuming me whole, treating me like confession itself—his absolution and his punishment all at once. Reverent as a sinner on his knees and ruthless as a judge passing sentence. He worshiped me with a tenderness that felt like a prayer and wrecked me like he had every right to.
I felt like a repentant begging for mercy and finding only fire.
