I keep going until the pink outline appears. The handprint I leave behind, the flimsy piece of evidence that tricks me into thinking I’ve marked this woman just as she has me.
“Next time I’ll let you fuck me, darling.”
Smack!
“Any way you want, taking it just as good as you’re taking this right now.”
My words have their intended effect, arousal dripping down the inside of Calista’s thighs. Over the juts of her scar tissue and across the maze of damage that doesn’t take a fucking thing away from this dragon.
“Would you like that, Miss Drache?”
A content sound flows from her mouth, a sound that turns into a moan when I jerk my hips forward and burry my dick in her soaked pussy.
Her hips buck against mine, the frantic push and pull of a game that’s been played for far too long.
“Would you like seeing me bent over again? Waiting for you to take what’s yours?”
I drive into her, pressing our bodies flush together and wanting the words to ring true. For Calista to know that when it comes to her, there are no limits.
No lines I wouldn’t cross to ensure her pleasure.
“Devil.” She gasps the nickname, lips all but kissing the hood of her car, “I need… I need…”
“I know what you need, darling.”
My fingers find her clit and a few rough strokes send her over the edge. Her pussy spasms around me, tightening and gripping my dick like it never wants to let go.
Fucking Calista’s tight hole until the pressure explodes, I pull out and bust on the pavement behind her. Ropes of cum paint the line that separates us, covering the division until my seed lies in a puddle at her feet.
I can taste the words I didn’t say, the unspoken confession rattling around my skull and tingling the end of my tongue. Pulling Calista back up to standing, a chuckle slips out when I see her titter dangerously on those razor thin heels.
“You alright?”
Her brows crinkle, a mock frown rippling above the vibrant state of her eyes.
“You scratched the paint.”
Not the response I was expecting but it loosens the worry in my chest. Replaces the concern with carefree mirth that feels like fucking heaven.
It’s the kind of moment that fills the gaps of the people I’ve been missing. Takes away the homesickness and the yearning for anything but the woman right in front of me.
“I’ll pay for it later.”
Calista doesn’t resist when I lean forward and kiss her. Memorize the texture of her lips and the taste of her tongue so I can replay it any time I want.
Sharp teeth sink into my lip, stealing another piece that’s waiting to be stolen. I groan against her mouth, wishing I had the courage to tell her the truth.
You need me almost as much as I need you.
Chapter 37
CALISTA
Incoming call…
“You won’t fucking believe this.”
Fury laces Tahira’s tone, breaking the smooth undertones with a rage that goes far beyond the surface.
