His voice was strained.He needed her to understand, but how could he make her understand something he did not?His mind was jumbled with words and phrases and thoughts that made no sense.His memories of Emily tried to bleed into perfection, her annoyance at how quickly he came, or the fact he refused to have sex without a condom.The bitterness in her voice as she pushed him aside angrily melded with the memory of his proposal and his discovery of her cheating.But there was also the sweetness of Calliope’s laugh in the cafe, her alluring smile and her perfect, pineapple-flavored kiss.
There was a warmth in his chest as his words reverberated in his brain, promising the womananything she wanted.Those words danced with the wordforeverandworshipandmate.Nothing made sense to him as the hurricane inside of him built itself, sweeping up everything Theo was and knew in its path.
And as he looked in Calliope’s amber eyes, he understood this was everything.
Because she was the center ofeverything.
She was his.Now andforever.
Forever...
He tried to find the right words, but between his culminating orgasm and the chaos in his brain, all that came out of his mouth was, “I need you to come first...”
Theo grit his teeth, closing his eyes as he tried to hold off his orgasm like a knight with a wooden sword trying to hold off a dragon.
Callie’s comforting voice beckoned him like a lamb to the slaughter.
“Theo, look at me...”she whispered.
The guilt and shame hit him all at once.He could not look at her, for fear of the sympathy, the judgment that would be there, because he was far too close to the edge and he knew he would fail Calliope just as he had Emily.He would never be enough.He was not going to be able to get her there at this point, like he wanted to.Like she deserved.
His oversensitive cock was going to ruin everything.Again.
The words of his past swirled to the surface, threatening to take him under.
I told you not to come yet!
Why can’t you wait?What’s wrong with you?
Again Theo?
You need to learn how to control yourself.
Callie’s movements slowed down, but she didn’t stop.She slowly rode him, her fingertips trailing over his chest softly before she wrapped her arms around his neck.Each thrust became another shattering crack to the breaking glass holding Theo together.
She grabbed his jaw with one hand, her voice warm and smooth and too hard to fight.
“Theodore, look atme.”
Theo opened his eyes, finding her amber ones gazing back at him, and a jolt of energy ricocheted through him like lightning, lighting up every nerve, every vein in his body.His vision flickered violet for only a split second, a trick of the light he garnered.
In her gaze, he could see his reflection.There, he noted the desperation, the need etched in his own.
He hated it.
But the way Calliope was looking athimtold him she didn’t.Not one bit.
Hunger blossomed inside of him, awakening like a monster from hibernation.
“You said I amyours.That I could have whatever I want.Did you not?”Her voice was like a lullaby, tempting and comforting.He nodded.
“Yes.”He did not miss the way his voice shook.“Anything,” he murmured.
Her thumb stroked his jaw before sliding over his lips.“I wantyouto come, Theo.For me.”Her words were solid, unwavering.It wasn’t a request, it was a command.
Something switched inside Theo, perhaps the lock on his monster’s cage.For Calliope’s words were like a spell, a promise, a balm to his soul.He knew he should not trust her so easily, in the back of his mind, he knew this.He knew that he was dancing on a tightrope, and something told him it was about to snap.But for the first time in his life, Theo felt like perhaps if he fell, he’d be all right.Because someone would catch him.
Calliope would catch him.
