I’ll take on the world just to feel her like this. To have her laid out like the perfect meal.
This between us is fast and unpredictable, but palpable and real. And I want it.
All of it. Her.
“Then relax for me, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”
“Please, Callum. I dreamed of you last night and—’’ I cut her off, taking her lips in a hungry kiss while positioning myself to hover above her. Her thigh’s part, lifting a bit to urge me closer while I maintain my distance. I’m not going to fuck her today. I’d never do that to her when I’m getting on a plane tomorrow night; she’ll be safer here until things settle down in London.
Then, I’m going to bring her home.
I’m going to make her my queen.
She releases a little mewl from the back of her throat, so much like the one a short while ago by her front door, and I can’t control the rumbled groan that builds in my chest. It’s deep and almost angry, spilling between her lips when I press mine a little harder. I take her mouth with every bit of the passion that’s been building since the day I saw her on Casper’s screen, while a hand slips beneath her head to grip long, soft tresses. The tighter my hold, the more she arches into me, swiping her tongue across mine in a sensual cadence that I throb to.
My cock jerks, seeking out her warmth, and fuck me—I want to take. To leave her a dirty mess, but not today. Today will be about her.
Next time…
I’ll be selfish.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I sit back and grip the bottom of her top, nearly ripping it in my haste to take it off. Her tits spill out, giving a small jiggle from the movement while the fabric lands somewhere on the floor. They’re perky. More than a handful of perfection that sit high on her chest while the pebbled tips tighten further under my heated gaze.
I don’t touch them for now, turning my focus to the next offending obstacle: her shorts.
I’m rough in my need to see all of her. The fabric gives a small groan, splitting on the right side while my hands drag them down shapely thighs and off the end of her feet where they’ll lay in tatters.
“Son of a bitch,” I hiss out, the sight of her bare and so wet is almost too much. It brings forth a haze of lust I can’t control. Every molecule in my DNA throbs within me; I’m hard while my mouth salivates—desires to catch the drops of wetness sliding from her tiny entrance and down toward her arse. “I’m going to taste you, sweet girl,” I groan, licking my bottom lip while flicking my eyes from her cunt to her sultry brown eyes. “Not a single inch of you will be left untouched. You will never forget the feel of my tongue or the bite of my teeth. How hard I made you come.”
“Callum, please. Please touch me.” Her cry settles on the tip of my cock like a shock of electricity, and I give in. My mouth brutally reclaims hers. Teeth clashing, tongues intertwining, but it’s the sting of her teeth embedding into my bottom lip that breaks the last of my resolve.
I pull back, gripping her neck while I trace a path down her chest with my tongue. Loving the skin, leaving little indents of my teeth until I reach her right nipple and nuzzle it. It’s soft; the perfect little dusky rose bead against my skin, but it feels better between my lips.
Suckling, I squeeze her left breast, weigh it in my palm before pinching the tip. It throbs under the harsh treatment, but my girl only moans, thighs trying to pull me in against her slick heat.
Aliana flushes, the tantalizing pink growing from her cheeks to the swell of each breast, and I smirk against her warm flesh.
Releasing her, I move across from one tip to the other. Bite. Lick. Sucking hard enough to sting before pulling back. “How sensitive are you, my Venus?” Not that I give her a chance to answer, testing her limits myself with one sharp smack to the slope of each breast, catching her nipples.
And the immediate scream that follows isn’t of pain, but of need. Of want.
Her muscles lock, a hiss catching between small teeth before beads of sweat begin to spread. I lick the path from her sternum to belly button, savoring each salty drop before tugging at the small piercing there with my teeth.
Aliana hisses, while I smirk. “Something wrong, Miss Rubens?”
“Yes.”
“Then speak.” Another bite, this time on the area between her abdomen and mound. There I pause, resting my chin while she squirms. Trembles for me. And while she gathers her thoughts, vocalizes her needs, I begin to trace the lines of a beautiful tattoo adorning the space/skin from hip to just below her breast with a tip of a finger.
It’s a black and grey vine curving along her skin, its thorns embedding in her flesh while roses bloom where each puncture would be. They grow from the representation of blood, hers, giving life to each flower that grows in the same color. Vibrant reds in different tones, yet striking against her lightly tanned complexion.
“Enchanting.” I follow my digit with my lips and tongue, tracing from the top to bottom and then nipping her hip. Her scent is so sweet, decadent, and I inhale deeply. “You’re a treasure worth savoring, Aliana. Worshipping.”
A gasp escapes her, hips rising off the bed. An offering. A silent demand to touch where she needs me most.
My eyes leave hers. Slowly, I take in her hard nipples, the contracting of her flat stomach, and then the way her hands clench at her sides, gripping the sheet tight. The fine mist of her sweat, wetness, and that mind-fucking smell of peaches is all around me. Enhanced. Drowning me.
But nothing. Not a bloody thing compares to the pink of her cunt and the wetness that clings to her bare lips when I settle right over it. My breathing is hard, every muscle tight.
Aliana whines, the sound almost angry before slim fingers grip my hair. She pulls, forcing my eyes from her pussy to her face. “No more waiting. I need—”
“Only me,” I growl before my lips graze her clit. The soft touch makes her shake, nearly pulling my hair from its root, but I pay no mind. She could leave bald spots for all I care. All that matters is the softness, her natural scent, and the hungriness in which I lick her from tiny entrance to clit, sucking the small bundle of nerves between my teeth as a deep groan reverberates through every inch of me.
One taste. A barely there touch.
I’m gone.
I feel like an animal salivating over its prey, and I feast on her like one too.
Nothing about the way I eat her cunt is gentle or sweet; I give into every baser instinct.
“Oh God. So good.” Her moan is like lightning to my senses. It settles over my flesh and spreads before snapping against the tip of my hardness. I can feel each bead of pre-come as it stains my trousers with each jerk against the fabric. No underpants. Nothing but a single piece of clothing is keeping me from her slick heat. “Never…good…more.”
Each word is a choked breath, her hips rolling against my mouth in search of more. And I give it to her because it’s my duty to do so. With the flat of my tongue, I part her lips and catch the rush of wetness that seeps from her entrance in a nirvanic rivulet.
“Son of a bitch,” I snarl against her swollen flesh, my tongue working her harder. I’m lost to her taste while slipping a finger inside to the first knuckle. Christ, she’s tight. Her walls are snug around my digit, clenching to pull me in deeper, but I don’t.
I keep my strokes shallow. Just caressing her entrance.
However, my lips suck her clit harshly, and I’m rewarded with the shaking of her thighs on either side of my head while her back arches off the mattress. Her hands are no longer in my hair but gripping her breasts, squeezing the firm globes while undulating against me.
My finger slips in deeper and then out, alternating between the suckling of her clit and labia. Her juices coat my mouth and chin, her tight walls begging for my cock while I finger fuck her with precise pumps that rub against that beautiful little patch of rough flesh that swells with each touch.
“Come for me, Venus. Feed me what is mine.”
“I’m close.” Aliana pinche
s her nipples, but it’s not hard enough. Not how I would.
I push them off her tits. “Hands up and don’t move them, love.”
“Callum, please. Just…oh fuck!” she screams out as I squeeze a nipple, pulling on the tip while my teeth scrape across her trembling bundle. It throbs, swells against my harsh licks and alternate sucks—her wetness seeping onto my wrist, but it’s the next time I bury two fingers deep and press against her spot that she loses control.
Aliana’s muscles contract, orgasm slamming into her with force as her eyes roll back and mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. Instead, I’m rewarded with the sight of her lost in pleasure and her natural saccharine sweetness on my tongue.
I don’t stop eating her until she calms and a satiated smile curves her lips. And even then, I take a few more licks before crawling up her body while leaving tiny kisses on her exposed, sensitive skin. Lip caught between her teeth, Aliana welcomes me and then moves without hesitation to cuddle into my chest when I lie facing up. My arms go around her, my lips at the crown of her head, and I find myself wanting this for more than today.
Yes, we need to talk and discuss our relationship.
Yes, she needs to meet the people I’m leaving to watch over her.
However, what I do is close my eyes and relax with her tucked in close. We’ll get up in a minute or twenty, I’ll order in dinner for us, but first I need her like this, so supple and warm and letting out a content sigh each time my hands rub up and down her back.
It further cements that we aren’t done. Not having this is something my male instincts rebel against.
If Casper doesn’t speak up, I will.
He needs to be here with Aurora, and I need my Venus home in London and standing to my right.
14
“Are you being honest right now?” Aliana asks, eyes narrowed while darting between myself and the man beside me and opposite of her the following afternoon. We’ve been sitting in her living room for thirty minutes now—she’d gone in to work for just a half day—and it’s been six hours since I woke her up with my face between her thighs. I’d licked every drop of her sweetness, made her coffee with a bagel, and then told her I’d be leaving tonight. The immediate sadness that flashed through those lovely orbs cut me deep. I don’t want to leave her, but the sooner I go, the sooner I’m back to escort her home.
Because she belongs with me. She’s my better half.
The Martin kid swallows hard. “I am.”
“Jesus, Giannis. Why didn’t you say anything before?” It’s not lost on me that she hasn’t given Kray more than a passing glance, not the least bit affronted by his presence in her home, at least, that’s because she doesn’t know he’ll be her shadow while I’m gone. That’s a conversation best had in private. I’m not taking no for an answer. However, the kid she’s known since middle school—he’s another matter. That’s her focus. There’s confusion, a bit of anger, and now sadness. “For crap’s sake, we’ve known each other for years, and it would’ve made things easier between us. At the least, I wouldn’t have been so rude to you.”
“I’m not blaming you for that. I was pushy.”
“But still.”
“It’s not that I didn’t, Ali. I just couldn’t.” Giannis flicks a quick look toward a sitting Kray who’s listening with a neutral expression. The bloke already sent me an email this morning with the header: Her name is Lindsey Blackheart, but I haven’t cared to open it. His reactions right now are speaking louder than words on a screen. “Too many factors stood in the way. People who asked me to keep it quiet; one of them being a good friend and the other my father—”
“He knows?”
“That I’m gay?” She nods and he shrugs, body language showing heavy exhaustion. “They all do.”
“What a mess.” That’s it. She hasn’t yelled or ranted. Instead, she’s looked at me for confirmation, and my nod seems to be enough each time. Aliana grabs her can of pop and sits back in her large accent chair, taking a few sips, while the matching one is occupied by Kray. He’s on his mobile checking the addresses I gave him for Rubens and the Martin family, but when Giannis confessed, I didn’t miss the sudden drop in his tense posture. Not in surprise, but as if this is a confirmation he needed. Interesting indeed. “Wait a minute. Time-out.” The adorable girl even holds her hand up in the universal sign for stop. “What about the chick from the other night? The one you went home with?”
Thank you, gorgeous. But then again, I wasn’t going to ask. I’m a person who watches, lets those around him hang themselves, and these two are protective over the woman but for different reasons.
“Umm.” Giannis rubs the back of his neck, ears turning pink while Kray pauses and looks up. His eyes are hard on the git, silently demanding that Martin tell the truth. “About her...”
“Speak up, bloke. Don’t dig yourself a hole you won’t get out of.”
It’s not a suggestion, but a demand he adheres to. Giannis takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Lindsey knows my boyfriend. They’re cousins, actually, and she’s around to help buffer for us. He was one of the men that came in with her to the bar; they all work together.”
A loud, boisterous laugh pulls our attention toward the guard. He’s smiling, slapping his knee while sitting forward in the green velvet chair with gold trim that’s not large enough to contain him properly. Dwarfs my perfect girl, though. “That woman is a genius little troublemaker.”
“Oi. You okay there, mate?” Had this meeting been formal, two lashes from my whip would’ve reprimanded his outburst. Kray sobers immediately at my harsh glare, but his relief at their non-intimate connection is noticeable. She’s his. “Is there something you want to share with the rest of us?”
“Please forgive my interruption.”
I nod. “Carry on, Giannis. Finish explaining.”
“Dwayne is my everything.” Hands in front of him, he wrings them together nervously. “We’ve been together for eight months now, and we met through her. By pure divine luck, to be honest, I caught a flat and she happened to be driving down the road. Lindsey offered to help, and then called him when she realized her kit wasn’t in the trunk.”
“So, he changed your tire?” Aliana is smiling now, a genuine, silly grin, and my chest clenches at the gorgeous sight. “That’s how he swept you off your feet?”
“And gave me his number.”
“You meet up with Lindsey and her cousin outside the city limits every Monday, Wednesday, and on the weekends. Correct?” Kray interjects, and Giannis blushes a bit but doesn’t deny it. “I could’ve helped her. She had no need to lie.”
“The better question is why did they pull you out of the bar?” All eyes turn toward my girl, and I’m proud of her for being observant. The answer to her question is the one that matters. “What was the urgency, because she was adamant on you leaving.”
“Your cousin was in the building with his newest flavor of the month. I cut them off in the elevator before they made it upstairs.” The rosiness in her cheeks disappears at his words and she becomes pallid, eyes wide. “We cut off Jorge and invited him to join us at another club. He didn’t see or know you were there.”
“Thank you.” Her voice is shaky, uncertain. “This is such a clusterfuck.”
“This is my truth, Ali. What I’m doing to help—”
“Giannis, what do you...no.” She’s shaking her head from side to side. “No. You can’t get involved.”
“I already am.” They share a look I don’t miss, nor can I ignore the heavy implication.
“Venus,” I say, pulling her attention toward me, hating the worry in her expression. “What is going on with your family?”
“Don’t ask me that.” Head shaking from side to side, she stands and walks into her kitchen. The other two remain seated, but stand once I point at the door. In the background, I hear the slam of kitchen cabinets and a muffled curse that worries me.
“Get out. I’ll see you before I leave wi
th instructions.”
“I’ll be near. My brother has a baseball game tonight.” Kray steps beside me, carefully placing a hand on my shoulder. It’s a friendly gesture. “Are we okay? Everything he said is true and can be found in the email I sent you. I love her and don’t want to see her get hurt.”
“We are.” That’s the only reason I’m calm. I’m doing the same for Aliana. “But fuck up again, and I won’t be so forgiving. Don’t make me doubt you.”
“Thank you.”
Timmons walks out without another word, and I turn my face toward the other man. He’s running a rough hand down his face, eyes shifting toward the kitchen. “Something you want to say?”
“My family’s having dinner tonight, but I can get out if you—”
I level him with a hard stare; it’s not friendly. “You will go and pretend nothing has changed. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“You will also be spending more time across the street until I return.” There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s aware of what’s going on with her, but I’m going to give her the chance to be honest with me. To trust me before I act out of reflex and not fact.
“Okay.”
“I expect a report every night when I call. No exceptions.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now leave.” The front door hasn’t fully closed when I enter her kitchen, leaning against the doorframe to watch her. She’s wiping down cabinet doors while muttering under her breath, ignoring my presence. “Talk to me, love. What upset you?”
Venus doesn’t pause in her cleaning but tilts her head to let me know she heard me. “Too much at once. This is all so overwhelming.”
“I can understand that, but—”
“Why is there a but in there?”
“Look at me.” She doesn’t, and I push off the wall to walk over, taking the dishrag from her hand and settling that, and bottle atop the counter. There’s a small whine of protest and I get a dirty look when she looks up, but at least I have her full attention. “Much better.”
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