Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
He moves back up, kissing me along the way, wiping my own syrup on my skin. When his mouth reaches mine, I moan, licking my cream from his lips, frantically trying to take in as much of him as I can. Distracted by his addictive lips, he slams his cock into me. I gasp as he brutally takes my cherry.
“You fucking saved it for me, didn’t you?” he grunts but doesn’t stop thrusting into me forcefully. I look at his face, his expression is one of surprise and love. Without missing a beat, he leans down and kisses me gently. He manipulates my body in so many ways, I don’t think I could tell you my name right now. I feel something building but I ignore it because I never, ever want the pleasure he’s giving me to end.
“Give it to me, Angel,” he demands, still fucking into me.
“No,” I reply defiantly.
“Come on. Give me that flood, baby. Come for me,” he says, goading me, my pussy clenches around him at his words. “Come for me.” His words are my undoing.
“I’m coming, Callum,” I scream as he continues to thrust into me, spilling his seed inside of me. I should make him pull out, but I don’t want to. At least right now I don’t. I am sure in the light of day I will regret all of this. But right now, I can’t. So, I snuggle into him and choose to love it.
Holy shit! Holy fuck! What did I do? I am lying in bed beside him, the sexy God who just turned my whole world upside down, not sleeping, dying on the inside because I know this can’t happen again. I was selfish and wanted this for myself, but now, knowing I have to get up and leave him.
Giving myself five more minutes, turning on my side, I take in the smooth lines of his face. His defined chin, sexy and masculine. I lightly trace his lips, remembering how they kissed every inch of me, slowly, greedily but with so much reverence. I remember how he told me he loved me as he moved in and out of me, kissing me, licking me, owning the part of my heart he thawed out.
Tears fall from my eyes as I take a deep breath and kiss him one more time before slowly getting out of the bed and into my closet. I decide not to shower. I don’t want to wash him off me right now. I want to be able to smell him while I am walking away from him.
Dressed, I peek my head out and see he is still sleeping. One more lingering look, and I am down the stairs and out the door. I wipe my face, telling myself it is just me thinking about my father. I refuse to be honest with myself. Especially not now. Bzzz. My phone vibrates.
“Talk.”
“I found him.” The voice on the other line says.
“Which one?” I ask Hiram, my off the grid tracker.
“Not the king. But I found the knight.” Ah. Ruslan. Fidel’s confidante and second in command.
“Yes. Excellent. Do I have the coordinates?”
“Uh, yeah sure.” I put my foot on the brake, his response alerting me to something being off.
“Hiram, is there something you need to tell me?” He says nothing, but his silence is as loud as shouting.
“I-I have to go.” And he hangs up. I slam my hand on the steering wheel, cursing because I know he has been compromised.
“Fuck!” I know I can’t go after Ruslan now. He is expecting me. Instead of turning around, I dial the next number in line.
“Finally!” The voice on the other line says.
“Yeah you're up. I need somewhere to lay low. Preferably somewhere that comes with transportation and an underground theater. I need drones and I need all of this in zone 3.” I hear his fingers clicking and I know just like with Hiram, everything I need will be found and available.
“Damn boss. Is that it?” he chuckles.
“For starters.”
“Give me an hour.”
“Expected nothing less. I will be at the pick-up point.”
“You got it.” I hang up and shoot off one final text for what I feel in my gut will be the last time.
Me: Thank you for a night I will never forget. We both know this won’t work as anything more than what we have had. Please don’t look for me. Let’s not make this harder, Agent. Just let me go. The only one, C.
It needed to be said, but damn it hurts.
SIX
CALLUM
I fucking knew when I woke up she would be gone, but damn it cuts deep to have an empty bed beside me after the night we shared. I even stroked my cock when I realized she left, thinking of what she looked like riding my cock, stuffed to the brim, full of my meat, screaming my name while I did my best to pound life into her womb.