Page 141 of Her Dark Promise

I pushed him back hard enough that he bounced a few times when he fell. I swayed my hips, gliding my hands from my hips up to my chest and up to my hair. He slid up onto his forearms and watched me, enjoying the show.

I closed my eyes and lifted my head as I fully let go and allowed myself to be in this moment with him. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, fisting himself, getting ready for me. It was a beautiful sight to behold. I removed his hand and replaced it with my own. I had never done this, never cared to, but tonight felt different. I felt more connected to Callum than I had ever before. He raised his hand, palming one breast, tongue flicking the other. He bit my nipple and I arched into him. It was delectable.

I gripped him harder, not taking my eyes off him to gauge his reaction, seeing how much he could handle. He hissed through his teeth as I stroked him harder, and I kneeled in front of him.

“Fuck. Just like that.” His body jerked as he felt my hands over him. He tried to keep his eyes open, but couldn’t help but hanghis head back and enjoy the pleasure that I was finally bestowing upon him.

Sparks erupted all over my body. I couldn’t handle this anymore.

I pushed him until he was lying on his back and straddled his waist. His cock was hard against my ass. He fisted his hands in the sheets, needing to grip something as I moved my hips in slow circles, tormenting him. I reached up and pinched my nipples between my fingers, threw my head back, and moaned loud enough that Callum bucked under me.

“Please, your grace. I’ve been a good boy, right?” He was begging. Fuck, I loved it when he begged. “Please…”

I reached behind me, fisted him in my hand, lifted myself up, and slowly sank down on him until he was balls deep inside my pussy. I didn’t want to rush, wanting to feel every stroke.

I looked over at the open balcony. The moon was prevalent and shone brightly in the sky, even through the fog. A full moon. Full of wonder and, in this case, lust. Then, I felt a presence behind us.

As we kept a slow and steady tempo, I threw my head back, calling out Callum’s name. I ignored the figure at the door, wanting him to see exactly what he was missing out on. I made him wait for a few more moments before I said without stopping, “If you are going to watch, then you may as well get a better view.”

Callum stopped and was about to ask when the door opened, but Bastian stood there, panting.

I smirked at him. “Did you go for a run?”

He didn’t answer but didn’t step into the room either.

Well, if he wasn’t going to answer then… Callum draped his head back, moaning, as I painfully slowed the pace. Now that we had an audience, I wanted to take my time. I leaned against Callum’s chest, arching my back as much as I could, and liftedmyself off of Callum, all the way to the tip, then slowly sat back down, ensuring Bastian saw everything.

Saw how swollen my lips were.

I swore I heard Bastian’s heart beating hard in his chest. I jumped when there was a loud noise at the door. I turned around and saw that his fist was above his head. Had he just hit the doorframe?

I eased off of Callum, my pussy begging to have someone inside once more, and walked to Bastian, who looked wild, eyes crazed like he was going to attack me at any sudden movement.

Like he was the beast, and I was the prey.

I licked my lips, wondering what was going to happen next. I felt lighter ever since I talked to Emilia. She was right; life was too short. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I wanted his mouth back on mine.

“Tell me something. What exactly would you do to touch me again?”

He swallowed and continued staring down at me, not moving a muscle.

I scoffed—he was not ready—and half turned to head back to Callum when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

I stilled.

Bastian had knelt on his knees in front of me, staring up at me.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You asked me what I would do to touch you again. This.”

“You’re serious.”

“I told you I wanted you. I have regretted that night with my father ever since. And hearing you fucking him for the past couple of nights had me wanting to charge into this room and—”

“And what?” I asked, holding my breath. “And what, hunter?”

“My name is Bastian.” He gritted his teeth. “Use it when I am fucking you tonight.”

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