Page 51 of Nocturne

Before I can finish my sentence, I’m cut off by his lips. He closes the gap between us and grabs me by the back of the head, strong fingers sliding into my hair, his mouth fierce and demanding. It’s our first kiss and it takes my breath away like a punch to the gut. I’m surging with heat and need as his tongue sweeps against mine, my knees growing weak as he devours.

Then he grabs my hand, presses it against the rock-hard bulge in his pants, and growls, “Is he bigger than this?”

Goodness.

Callahan is enormous.

He reads the desire on my face, the corner of his mouth twisting up into a wanton smirk before he kisses me again, rougher this time, a threat of potential violence. We’re makingout in a building frenzy, his hands everywhere, his mouth relentless.

It’s everything I’ve needed.

He shoves me back a few steps, and I’m stumbling until I’m pushed against the wall, pinning me there as he kisses down my neck. My strapless dress is no match for him—he pulls it down, freeing my breasts, all while I’m weakly pushing against him in some futile show of resistance.

But my body betrays me. It always does. I moan as his lips find my nipple, sucking hard into his mouth, biting down until I cry out. It hurts but it hurts so good and god, do I want more. More of him, more of everything.

My hands slip under his jacket, desperate to undress him. He shrugs it off with one quick motion, sending it flying across the room and knocking over a vase of old flowers on the table.

“Callahan—” I gasp but he’s devouring me again, lifting me up by my thighs until I’m wrapped around him tight.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he says into my skin between bites.

I can’t. I’m writhing against him, lost in a frenzy of lust that burns hotter than anything I’ve ever known.

“What’s the use in lying?” I manage to pant out with what little breath I have left.

He grins at me wickedly before his mouth closes over my nipple again and I let out a sharp cry, fingers digging into his hair and pulling hard.

This is crazed and reckless and everything that Abe warned me about. It’s like the rest of the world has blurred away and there’s only Callahan left standing in stark focus before me. And god help me, but I want him so bad I think I might die if he stops now.

He moves me off the wall with a grunt and we tumble over onto the dressing couch, a tangle of limbs and clothes being pushed aside just enough so we can get closer, closer.

He pins my wrists above my head with one strong hand while the other slips between my legs.

“Do you remember when you said fucking me would be a mistake?” His voice is dark velvet and dangerous.

“Yes,” I breathe as his fingers discover I’m not wearing undergarments.

And I’m already soaked.

“And yet you’re not wearing underwear,” he says, growling now, a vibration that rattles in his chest like a warning. “Was that for him? Or for me?”

I don’t answer.

He wouldn’t like the answer.

He lets out an animal-like sound at my silence, nostrils flaring.

“I’m going to fuck him out of you, dollface,” he rasps, and as I stare up at his eyes, I swear his pupils flash red for a moment, a solar flare against piercing blue. “You’ll never be the same again.”

He slides his fingers inside me, thrusting in rhythm with his filthy words. I’m lost, completely lost, as a moan tears from my throat. I arch against him, frantic and helpless and not even caring anymore. I want more, more, so much more. He moves his fingers—two, three, four, practically fisting me—faster, deeper, relentless until I shatter around him with a strangled cry. My eyes roll back in my head, my limbs convulse, and the world explodes into a vision of white.

“You look like heaven when you come,” he says into my ear, breath hot. “I want you to see it.”

He hauls me off the couch and over to the vanity, dragging me along breathless and still trembling. He pushes me upagainst it, bending me over so I’m staring at my own reflection. His hand closes around my throat, holding tight.

“Look at yourself,” he commands, a brutal whisper.

With the other hand he bunches up my dress, lifting it until it’s around my waist. He frees himself from his pants, hard and thick and ready for me, then thrusts inside in one vicious motion that pulls a gasp from my lips.

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