Page 7 of Her Dark Promise

I heard a noise behind me, but didn’t turn around as Callum wrapped his strong arms around me, squeezing me to him. I let my head fall back onto his chest as we stood there, looking at nothing in particular.

“How was your night?”

I knew what he was asking and turned my head until I was looking directly into his eyes. I knew what I must have looked like, but he didn’t balk at the blood. His love for me didn’t waver as he brought his mouth down to mine.

I said in an icy voice, “You know the rules, Callum.”

He stopped immediately, and closed his eyes in defeat. In a quiet voice, he replied, “Yes?”

I watched his retreating form move to the middle of the room, and then he knelt with his hands on his knees, head bent, naked.

Good little bird.

I had fucked Callum every single night for the last ten years that he had been here. The way that my body reacted to the feel of his cock in me was nothing short of a revelation. I felt a connection with him the moment I saw him. There was something that was so broken about him and when our eyes met, he looked as if he was ready to die. He welcomed it, and that’s when I knew that we were alike. Two tortured souls finding each other.

Before the curse, I’d only been intimate a few times. Whenever things inside the castle became too much to bear I would find anyone who could help me to satiate my needs. Yet, I knew so little about men, about myself, and he welcomed my curiosity. He’d awakened something in me I might have been shameful for in the past—a desire I didn’t care to fight any longer.

I walked over to him and ran my fingers through his bowed ruffled head. A moan escaped his lips. I yanked his head back by his hair to look me in the face, his eyes heavy with lust, breathing rapidly. A thrill ran through me at the thought that he would do anything that I asked. No matter the request.

“How shall I fuck you tonight, Callum?”

He whimpered, and I couldn’t hold out anymore. I was done playing games for the night. “Get on the bed,” I ordered.

He was more than happy to oblige. Getting up, he walked over to the bed, getting on in the middle while I walked around it. Stripping off my clothes the closer I got, his eyes glued on me.

I knew that he wanted to kiss me, but I felt as though it were too intimate. A boundary that once crossed, would completely shatter everything that I had built over all these years.

I’d made a promise to myself not to grow too fond of my strays, and I’d already broken it with Emilia. I couldn’t possibly give myself to him, not entirely, because like all humans that had come and gone since my curse, he’d wither away and die.

And you will watch, her voice haunted my mind, daring to ruin the moment.

I cast her out, not paying her any mind. Completely naked, I climbed to the top of the bed and spread my legs for him. I slowly dragged my fingers from my breast down my stomach all the way to my sex. My back arched as I made slow circles around my clit.

His eyes were hungry, waiting for me to give him permission. He slowly moved up and down his length, squeezing hard, staring directly into my eyes.

“You are beautiful, your grace,” Callum moaned.

I smirked at him, making slower circles. “Even with their blood still on my body?”

“I would fuck you whenever and wherever you wished. I am your consort and yours to do with as you please.”

“And you are fine with being a body for me to use whenever I wish?”

“If my only purpose in life is to bring you pleasure, then I would consider that a well-lived and full life.” I scoffed because I knew that he meant every word.

Tired of talking, I leaned back, rested my back against the headboard, and called him over with a flick of my finger.

He gave me a sly smile and crawled over to me like the good little bitch he was, and placed his head between my legs. He hovered above my pussy and tentatively licked all the way up in slow lazy movements. I ripped his head up and commanded, “Faster.”

With that, he inserted two fingers and pounded them into me while sucking my bundle of nerves. My breathing turned ragged. He was stretching me, but I needed more. What I wanted was more than sex—it was primal.

I threw him off me, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pushed him onto his back. I straddled him and moved my hands over his bare chest. The feel of his muscles sent heat down to my core. I could feel my cum pooling on his stomach. I leaned forward, grabbed his cock between my slick legs, and lowered myself onto him. He groaned in ecstasy, his thick cock filled me. I jerked my hips forward and got into a rhythm.

He tried to touch me, and I bent over, pinned his hands over his head, and whispered breathlessly, “You want to touch me, little bird?”

All he could do was nod, not able to find his words. I leaned down to his ear, biting it hard enough to cause him to whimper.

I smiled and whispered, “Be a good boy and show me you deserve that honor.”

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