Page 82 of Unseen Eye
I reach down to try to touch him, any part of him, but faster than light itself, he grabs my arms and pins them above my head. “Now, now, you evil thing you, let me have my fun.” Collecting both my wrists in one hand, he starts kissing me again. These kisses are full of need and desperation, like he’s starving for me. His free hand rests on my breast, taunting and playing with me. Drawing small circles and flicking my nipples. Need vibrates down my spine all the way to my core, causing me to arch my back.
“Quit playing,” I attempt to say, but the words struggle to come out.
Callon’s hand has now worked its way down lower between my legs. He removes my panties with one hand that is admittedly quite impressive, before he sinks his finger into me.
“Oh gods, you’re soaked.” He kisses me like his life depends on it, hell I think mine does too. His finger matching the pace of that wicked tongue of his, causing me to squirm and moan against his lips. He curls his finger inside me, sending a shudder through my body. My ankles lock around him as his thumbstrokes my clit in slow, teasing circles, and then he adds another finger.
He finally lets go of my wrist and uses that free hand to explore my breast once more. My arms wrap around his neck, my fingers digging into his skin. “More,” I beg, unable to say much else. Every touch of his is electrifying, and just when I think it can’t get any better, he of course proves me wrong. If one finger is amazing, two is magical and I begin to cry out, his mouth still covering mine.
I could spend the rest of my life kissing this man and never get tired of it. “Let go for me, princess,” he pleads, again adding a third finger that is my undoing.
Just like that, he pushes me over the cliff and into an orgasm. Shallowing my cry with his mouth, my back darts forward. The first wave rushes through me, and I think I may explode, as his fingers still work their magic. I’m convinced I am going to shatter into a million pieces when the second wave hits me, and I swear my eyes begin to start glowing. Tortuous pleasure weaves through me, leaving me wanting more.
Satisfied, Callon pulls away and examines me once again, a predatory grin lining his face. Meanwhile, I lay there, unable to move beneath him, completely naked, while he is completely clothed. Fuck, that needs to change. Now. I lean forward, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and, with his help, it goes flying across the room. Luckily, his pants are much easier to get off. As I reach for the hem, his hand covers mine.
“If you take my pants off, darling, there is no going back. I won’t be able to stop.” Something tells me he wouldn’t be able to stop now even if he wanted to. But I give him a quick peck on the lips before I pull them off. Causing him to laugh as he shakes his head. “So evil,” he chimes as he flings them across the room with his shirt.
Now it’s my turn to take him in. Gods, he is more beautifulthan I thought possible. His sculpted muscles and chiseled chest are breathtaking. The tattoo of the eagle proudly displayed on his chest. On his shoulder is the same design that marks my forearm, another great mystery I have yet to solve, but that is the least of my worries at this moment.
The way he is angled allows his cock to rub against my clit, sending shocks through me every time they collide. I reach down and wrap my hand around his length, using the time to fully appreciate the size. As I begin rubbing it, he drops his head back and moans; the sound causing my toes to curl. I increase my speed as he leans down to kiss me. The kiss is full of need, lust, and desire. With his mouth latched on to mine, I begin to torture him like he did me, drawing lazy circles over the head and feeling him flinch against every touch.
“Enough play,” he finally says, gripping my hand once again and slamming it down above my head. He angles himself at my entrance and glances up at me one more time. I give him a brief nod before he slides in. He takes his time, allowing me to adjust to the considerable size of him before he pulls out and slams himself back in. Our kisses become more needy as he continues to thrust in and out of me. Every one, more mind blowing than the last. He lets go of my hands and I begin clawing his back, using any movement I can to arch himself deeper into me.
Deep.
He is so deep in me, and I feel him everywhere.
“So greedy,” he moans again my lips, “you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” He bends my leg forward, allowing himself to go deeper, and to the next level. It’s new with him, different from anything I’ve known before—and I’m utterly undone.
At this rate, I know I won’t last, and he knows it too. His pace quickens, his thumb brushing over my clit in a way that pulls me even closer to the edge. He may call me wicked, but thisman is something else entirely, something devastating and all-consuming. Damn the consequences; if I wasn’t already falling for him, I am now. This moment just seals it—my heart, my fate, all bound to him, no matter how he feels. Because right now, he’s mine.
“So fucking gorgeous. I am never going to get enough of this view,” he says breathlessly.
“Finish what you started,” I demand, my breath just as ragged. He doesn’t respond but instead picks up the pace. He takes me again and again, never slowing down. Eventually, I can’t take anymore and I explode. I surrender to my climax again, allowing the feeling to spread throughout me. Callon must have felt it, because no sooner is he bending my other leg forward, sinking even deeper into me. Sweat beads up on his neck as he loses himself in me, groaning as he arches himself, riding his orgasm out. I rock forward, allowing him to feel the sensation for several moments longer before he collapses next to me.
“Fuck,” he says, still trying to catch his breath. “That was—”
“Amazing?” I cut in. “I don’t think there are any words to cover what that was.” He wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he admits.
“Me neither,” I reply, a smile creeping onto my face. His fingers begin stroking my hair as we lie there in silence for a while, our breathing returning to normal.
“I can honestly tell you,” Callon begins, “I’ve never had sex in this room before.”
Without missing a beat, I retort, “Because that’s exactly what every girl wants to hear after a mind-blowing orgasm.” More sarcasm slips out than I intended, but it’s hard to hold back.
“Shit, that’s not what I meant,” he says, laughing softly. “I’m just trying to make a stupid joke—I lose all common sense around you.” His gaze flicks to the bookcase, and something in his eyes smolders. “And honestly... I’m already thinking of otherthings I want to try with you in this room.”
The urge to kiss him floods back, but before I can act on it, a nagging thought surfaces—one that I’m almost too scared to voice, but for the sake of my heart, I know I have too. I take a deep breath, summoning the same courage I found earlier.
“What now, Callon? And so help me gods if you say this was a mistake, I would like to remind you that your balls are very much exposed at the moment.”
“Why are you so evil?” He chuckles, angling himself slightly away from me. Then, with a sigh, he says, “Honestly, I don’t know. But I’m tired of trying to deny it. This—” he gestures between us “—is so much easier than avoiding you.” His eyes soften as he leans in, a kiss just a breath away. But I still catch the unease in his expression, like he’s making a choice he’s not sure he deserves.
A slow smile tugs at my lips. “Oh, so we’re admitting you’ve been avoiding me the last few weeks?”
He gives me a lopsided smile. “I’m not sure if ‘avoiding’ is the right word, but maybe ‘strongly hiding’?” he adds with a shrug, his tone lighter. But there’s a darker undercurrent—like he’s been hiding more than just his feelings.
