My orgasm was building to a boil inside me.
I think he knew it, too, and was doing it on purpose so I couldn’t respond.
“You’re a goddess, Shay,” Calder continued, voice hoarse. “I’m not worthy of you. But I’m not letting you go now.”
My orgasm ignited inside me at his words. I gripped Calder’s shoulders, and his dark-blue gaze kept me tethered as I unraveled. I heard myself as if from behind glass. My groans. My whimpers. They sounded distant, as if I wasn’t making them.
Calder’s gaze dropped to my lips, then snapped back to my eyes.
Absently, I heard what sounded like the painting beside smash to the ground, but I was too far gone.
“Fuckingperfect,” he rasped, just as my head fell to his shoulder.
Spent.
A moment later, I felt Calder slide his thumb out of me.
“You taste perfect too. So fuckinggood.” I lifted my head a little, finding Calder already staring at me. He sucked the last bit of me off his thumb, and I shivered at the way his lids drooped. Then he slammed his lips against mine in another rough, biting kiss.
My back hit something soft and bouncy—oh, the mattress. He’d finally put me on the bed. I blinked, staring up at the ceiling, dazed.
My skin still tingled with my release.
My pussy throbbed?—
Something metallic and cold brushed my abdomen, then I heard a tear. Calder had grabbed a knife, ripping my dress in two.
“That was my sister’s…” My words disappeared into a breath as my eyes met Calder’s. He stood at the side of the bed, towering over me.
The outline of his cock impossibly hard in his pants.
He dragged a hand down his jaw, eyes ablaze. No one had ever looked at me like him, like he was inaweof me, like he couldn’t get enough of it.
It electrified the goose bumps already peppering my flesh.
“You would let me do anything to you.” There was a roughness barely contained in his words. And for a moment I saw it, saw the sharp edge he’d been hiding so carefully. The blade he’d wrapped in fabric for me was now free.
Tattoos shone inky black on his skin. Menacing.
A knife gripped in the hand not rubbing his jaw.
Thick, bulging muscles glistening with the sheen of exertion.
Thiswas the criminal.
Calder bent over the bed, caging me with his hands. “Wouldn’t you?”
I nodded. Wildly.
I would let Calder do anything to me, because I knew deep in my blood, he would only ever do what I wanted.
The cold steel of the knife slid along my inner thigh with just enough pressure to feel the sharpness. A new wave of goose bumps ignited, and I fought the urge to shiver.
“Really, Shay? Anything.”
Calder slid the blunt of the blade against my pussy, separating my lips. I sucked in air. If I moved even a breath, I’d get cut.
Yet something about this was lighting my blood on fire.
