voice cracking with fear.
Silence as he leaned down to lightly trail kisses along the stinging skin, his breath washing between my legs as he asked, “Who said I’m punishing you?”
He was working his way up the other when I answered, “You said you’d do the same thing to me. I assume you meant the scars.”
I could feel him smile against my skin.
“I won’t mark you with the flogger, if that’s what worries you.”
Stilling in place, I swallowed another knot of healthy fear.
“You didn’t say you wouldn’t mark me.”
His lips brushed the inside of my thigh when he said, “You’ll wear my mark, Lisbeth. But it will only come from me.”
Teeth sank down on the sensitive skin, hard enough to bruise but not draw blood. A cry volleyed up my throat as my arms and legs pulled at the restraints, the sensual pain stoking a raging fire within me.
Licking the skin with his tongue, Callan lowered his head to taste my arousal, his hand grabbing the cheek of my ass, thumb pressing deep against the muscle.
“Ride my tongue, beautiful. Show me how much you want this.”
My body bucked as the tip of his hot tongue flicked the swollen skin, my hips moving as if on their own, directing him, riding his mouth as he licked and nibbled, driving me just to the edge of ecstasy before pulling back.
He must have dropped the flogger because both hands gripped my thighs to shove them further apart, his tongue dipping inside me only to pull up to torture my clit.
I was begging him to push me over that edge, every muscle of my body clenching and releasing, demanding he give me the release I needed so fucking badly.
Callan had me trapped, completely exposed, so obscenely vulnerable that tears escaped my eyes, my desperation for more unbearable.
When he pulled his mouth away, I cried out in complaint only to have his hand replace the heat I needed, his fingers thrusting inside in a slow rhythm.
I heard the flutter of cloth over skin, felt his hand pull away next to be replaced by the head of his cock. He gripped my hands and thrust inside me to fill that empty place that wanted only him.
So fucking sensitive at that point, I was overtaken by the first orgasm with the first several thrusts, my back arching off the leather bench, my eyes clenching so tight that all I could see were stars.
And still, he kept going. Driving me with punishing thrusts, haunting me with fingers that slid over my body, claiming every inch of my skin.
It was wave after crashing wave of pleasure, his cock filling and stretching me taut, his hands holding my hips in place when I tried to wiggle away from it.
I never thought something could feel so good that it was too much. But somehow he’d discovered a way to punish me with pleasure instead of pain.
He was a beast, this man.
A savage.
A force that could claim me over and over again until I became lost to the fury of his storm.
When he found his own release, I felt relief that the sensual torture would be over, but then he released my wrists from the restraints and pulled me up, his mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that stole my breath away.
A simple whisper against my skin was all the warning I needed to know that he would drive my body to exhaustion just for the fun of it.
“I hope you know I’m not done.”
His lips brushed down my neck, his teeth nipping at the soft spot of my shoulder.
“Mercy,” I begged, barely able to breathe as my body pressed against his.
All I got was a soft laugh in response.
“Never ask a warrior to show mercy, Lisbeth.”
My head fell against his shoulder. Exhaustion threatening to pull me under every spell he could possibly weave.
“Why?”
His lips stretched into a smile against my cheek. “Because all it makes me want to do is keep going until I destroy you.”
He lifted me up after unbuckling my feet and carried me to a bed where he made good on the threat.
I didn’t mind the torture though.
It’s weird how one’s destruction can be exactly what is needed to repair the damage of a life spent fighting not to fall apart and let go.
Callan
Lisbeth talks when she’s tired. It was something I realized as I carried her to my room and tucked her exhausted body next to mine.
I sat with my back against the headboard, my fingers running