Page 49 of Brighter Than Gold

I tossed aside the thick cover and rolled on top the man in my bed, straddling him and balancing myself over him, careful to avoid his bruised ribs, my face only inches above his. I breathed him in, looking between his lips and eyes, giving him enough time to push me away, before I finally crashed down onto his mouth.

Callan kissed me back this time with ferocious intent, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck as the other one pawed at my hip.

It was fervent and needy and wild. When I moved, he followed in kind. I could feel his warm body grinding under me, seeking more contact. I pushed my hips down onto him and he groaned into my mouth.

Callan’s lips were bruising against my own, his kiss as stern and serious and as charged as he was in life. His tongue unabashedly explored my mouth as he pulled me closer and tighter to him.

I yelped when he suddenly had me flipped on my back and positioned himself over me. I twisted my fingers through his hair, wishing my satin negligee and his cotton shorts would simply dissolve.

His smell and his taste were all consuming. Like sun-kissed skin and salt after a day at the beach, warm and soothing. My body was wound tight, a spring coiled in my stomach. I was suddenly swollen and aching in all of my most private, delicious places, and I could feel he was much the same as he ground his length into me instinctively.

“Fuck,” he said pulling away from my mouth breathlessly. We both steadied ourselves, fighting the ingrained urge to tear away the other’s clothes and rut wildly to ease the discomfort.

I watched him battle with himself. I knew he would stop this; it was only a matter of time before his brain took back control from his cock. My hips churned beneath him with near torturous need. “Don’t stop,” I begged desperately.

“I can’t, Reyah. I can’t do this.”

His words were betrayed by his incredible hardness cradled between my thighs.

“Don’t leave us like this. It doesn’t have to be sex, please.” I reached down and took him in my hand through the accursed shorts. He shuddered a long exhale.

“Reyah…”

I squeezed tightly. “Do you want me to stop?”

He closed his eyes and bowed his head.

“Look at me, Callan.” I released him and pulled his chin up to meet my gaze. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Of course I don’t want you to stop,” he growled. He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head by the wrists. The other hand fisted the top of the negligee and violently ripped it down, snapping the thin straps on my shoulders and exposing my breasts.

I gasped. The burn from the material ripping was almost as pleasurable as the feeling of Callan’s tongue on my nipples. I arched my back into him and instead of pulling away, like Kaspian would have, it only served to intensify his resolution. I moaned at the first brush of his teeth, and that seemed to douse the flames in oil.

Suddenly he was fisting my hair as his mouth came back down on mine, possessive and claiming.

He bit down hard on my bottom lip until I squealed, then he licked and suckled it gently, dampening the pain. He kissed and caressed my neck before opening his jaw wide and taking a mouthful between his teeth. Callan didn’t bite down hard, he just held me. I could feel his lips curl into a smile.

“What?” I gasped.

He let out a dark chuckle. “I like feeling your pulse in my mouth. Your heart is absolutely hammering, Reyah.”

I pulled one of my hands free of his grip and shoved it into his shorts grabbing him firmly. He grunted in pleasured surprise. “Seems your heart rate is a little elevated too.” Fuck, he was so big in my hand, my fingers couldn’t get all the way around him.

He raised an eyebrow, and I tried desperately to have a cohesive thought with my hand on him. “You’re a very dangerous woman.”

I stroked him and his head jerked. “Good thing you’re a general then. You’re trained to handle dangerous things…”

There was a split second of fear that flashed through me as his nostrils flared at the comment, then he was kicking off his shorts.

Gods he’s beautiful,I thought. Broader than Kas, but not as cut with muscle. The freckles cascaded down his dusky shoulders and over his arms, and I wanted to kiss every single one of them.

Callan slowly and deliberately reclaimed my wrists. Then he was hiking up my negligee, so it bunched at my belly. He let out a long breath when he saw that I wore no undergarments.

“For fuck’s sake, Reyah, is this how you were sleeping next to me all night?”

My only response was to widen my legs apart enticingly.

He was so close now, the heat of his skin against my skin was like magic.

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