Page 76 of Wicked Duty
“Can I taste you, Lucy?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, my cheeks burning. But still, I nod. “Yes.”
I’m starting to believe I’d give Callum anything he wanted if he asked me with that heady, ravenous edge in his voice.
I feel more vulnerable than I anticipated. But I force myself to lie still as Callum removes my underwear, dragging the silk down my legs with aching leisure while he gets an eyeful of my bare pussy, wet and throbbing in anticipation of his kiss.
I shiver as the cold air hits my exposed skin. My chest heaves, my body aches, and my pulse thunders. His gaze alone blurs the edges of my sanity.
Finally, his expression shifts, and he grabs my legs. “Come here.” He pulls me down the bed, burying his face between my thighs.
“Shit,Callum!” I gasp as his mouth attacks me. My limbs quake from his skilled tongue.
His coarse hands dig into the underside of my thighs as he nods his head yes, sucking, licking, and lapping at me with a wildly talented tongue.
My fingers helplessly clutch the sheets.
I arch off the bed, shocked by the intensity of my own pleasure. The revulsion I expected, the fear, the shame…none of that exists in this space. Not with the warm affection blossoming in my chest and spreading through the rest of my body.
For years, I thought I didn’t deserve happiness. When I grew up and that belief started to fade, Viktor brought it right back to the forefront of my mind.
But here, on this bed, with this man touching me, making my body react in ways I believed impossible…I wonder if…maybe that isn’t true after all.
Maybe I can be happy. Maybe I can have the kind of life people like Maya and Nika deserve.
Maybe Callum could be the one to give me that.
One night at a time. Exploring and sharing this heat. The shuddering jolt of Callum’s possessive growl against my clit.
No matter how I moan, sigh, shriek, or swear, Callum doesn’t allow me a second of reprieve. He thrusts the length of his tongue through my entrance over and over again until I’m dizzy, body buzzing in pre-orgasmic bliss.
His grip on my legs tightens as he plunges faster, dipping his tongue in and out while his nose teases my clit.
Pressure deep within my core builds and builds until my thighs tense around his head, squeezing hard as pleasure rips me to shreds. My hips buck against his rough, gorgeous face.
My body trembles in more places than I knew possible as the orgasm crashes over me. Tectonic plates shift beneath my skin.
I’m faint, lightheaded, and spent by the end, my eyes dropping closed as heavy pants bring me back to reality after a climax I may well remember for the rest of my days.
I take a minute to catch my breath. Then realization sinks in.
I just came. With a man. After everything I experienced.
I didn’t panic. I didn’t run or shy away. I loved every second of his touch.
In fact, I already want more.
When my eyes peel open, Callum’s still between my thighs, my legs balanced over his shoulders. He glances up to meet my gaze, and his face twitches.
I prop myself up on my elbows to steal a better view of him. He tries to hide it, but I know a wince when I see one. “Callum?”
Dark red blooms across his t-shirt, seeping right through the material. Blood.
He’s bleeding.
“Callum!” Alarm crashes into me as I scramble backward and off his shoulders so I can rock onto my knees.
I’d bet money on him injuring himself while trying to save me earlier. Some debris probably rained down onto the net and hit him moments before I did. Or maybe his wound from that tattooed asshat with the knife reopened.
