She pauses, letting the tension thicken between us.
“But I’m afraid it’s your turn to remember one teeny tiny detail.”
And with that thought, Calista lets her towel fall to the floor.
Causing my dick to swell like a fucking balloon.
A dragon wraps itself around her body, coiled from the base of her left hip to the curve of her right breast. Vicious teeth sink into her modest bust, it’s serrated wings encompassing herribcage like a lover desperate for comfort. A spiked, deadly tail completes the piece with a kiss to her pelvis, a fatal tease that finishes me off right then and there.
It’s an art piece painted on the most beautiful canvas I have ever seen. A lithe body that doesn’t need voluptuous curves to be sexy. Scars that don’t need to be hidden by a dragon’s fury because the woman wearing them is strong enough to carry their weight.
Even if you took away the heart-stopping face, I’d still be on my fucking knees.
“Do you remember what I told you that night?”
Her sultry purr is making it hard to focus, as is the way her ass bounces when she walks over to the bed. Perches on the edge like a queen I’d very much like to worship.
“You like to take turns.”
“That’s right.” A genuine smile lights up her face, “And I believe you’ve already had your turn.”
She wants to be in charge.
If it were anyone else, I might balk at the idea. Laugh a bit and suggest we try something else first.
But if that’s what Calista wants then I’ll make sure that's what she gets.
“I’m all yours.”
The words sound truer than they should.
Green eyes take their time roaming over me, picking apart every knot until I’m an untangled mess at her feet. She staysquiet for a while, studying and admiring the torn state of my attire until she finally gives an order.
“Take off your clothes.”
My dress shirt falls to the ground.
Calista watches me strip from her position on the bed, her lips tilting a bit higher with each discarded item.
“No socks?”
“Didn’t want to risk losing them.”
She laughs again, a hideous cackle that feeds my fucking soul.
“You are a rare find, Devil. I didn’t think men knew how to take themselves anything less than seriously.”
I’m not entirely sure it’s a compliment, but the thought of outperforming other men has my dick standing to attention. Calista casts her eyes over the shiny addition, the piercing that has her tongue making another pass over her pouty lips.
“Get on your knees.”
I do as I’m told, sinking to my knees with a wince. My body is still shot from the Seaborn Mansion fiasco, and scaling the side of a building tonight did not do me any favours.
Fucking worth it.
“Now crawl to me.” Canines flash as a wide grin spreads across her face, “And maybe I’ll let you have a taste.”
Mirrors cast back my reflection, every angle of my face and body on display as I slowly place my hands on the floor. Tattoos ripple along my back as I start moving, dragging my knees along the hardwood like a pet returning to its owner.
