Page 161 of Shattered

Then he slowly undressed her. Each time a piece of fabric fell to the side and exposed more of her skin, he used his lips, and tongue, and teeth to devour her.

When she was finally bare, except for those damn stockings, he stood up and slipped off his shirt and pants. He was reaching for the condom when she stopped him.

“Wait,” Sam quickly blurted out. She had a plan, and dammit, she wasn’t going to let him completely derail her.

He quickly looked her up and down. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She smiled to let him know she was okay. Then she stood and pushed him backward on the bed. She slowly slipped his boxers down his legs and kneeled before him.

“Sam. No. You don’t need to do–”

“I want to.”

It was the one line they hadn’t yet crossed. It was the act she’d been made to do by that boy so many times all those years ago. She knew he wanted her lips around him, but he had never once brought it up or even hinted at the notion. But tonight, she was in control.

He let out a stream of curses as she gripped him in her hand and then he damn near spasmed in relief when that hand was quickly replaced with her lips.

It wasn’t long before he jerked her upward and away, stopping her just before he came.

“I need to be inside you.” It was a plea.

“I think I would like that very much.” She stood then with him and froze as he swiped his thumb across her swollen lips.

“So beautiful,” he whispered just before laying her back down and taking his time worshiping each and every inch of her body.

Epilogue - 3 Years Later

CALLUM & SAM

Sam had barely slept and, unfortunately, it had nothing to do with Callum keeping her busy with his fingers and tongue and cock till the early hours of the morning. She finally got out of bed when she noticed it was now only one hour until her alarm clock was supposed to go off.

She showered, scrubbed, and shaved, making sure everything was exactly as it should be. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she smelled bacon and eggs, and sighed in relief, knowing Callum had probably gotten up directly after her to start on breakfast.

She was dressed and in the kitchen in under fifteen minutes.

He looked her up and down. They had been together for over three years now, and he still damn near lost his breath every time she walked into the room.

“You ready?” Callum asked as he passed over a plate and kissed her brow.

“No.” She shook her head as she started shoveling eggs into her mouth.

He quickly yanked the plate back before she could stab the next bite, which resulted in her stabbing the pretty blue nautical themed placemat she had purchased at a home goods store the previous week.

She gave him a death glare.

Callum laughed at her attempt to appear stern. Even her death glares were stunningly beautiful.

He was lucky it was only a placemat and not one of the sweetgrass baskets he had filled their home with.

Then he sat himself in the chair beside her, the plate still pushed to the side. “It’s 5:45 in the morning. You are already dressed and you don’t have to leave for another hour and a half. Slow down or you are going to choke.” He slowly slid the plate back to her.

She swallowed the massive amount she had already stuffed into her mouth.

“It’s just so delicious.”

He eyed her knowingly.

“I’m nervous.”

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