“You’re the only person I’ve ever bled for,” he whispers. My neck pulses in his grip.
I can’t take it anymore. His hand grounds me, weaving through my hair. I press my lips against his and find his jacket with my hands. I rush to take it off.
“You said that you want to break me.” The words come out as I pull my lips away from his.
He doesn’t say anything, but I feel the corners of his mouth lift against mine in a smile.
“Show me,” I whisper.
He stands, breaking our connection, and takes off his jacket, then pulls his sweater over his head. He leaves his hands covered.
“Callum, I don’t know if I like gloves.” Something about them makes me feel on edge, but I don’t tell him that.
“You don’t get a choice, Angel.”
Cold leather trails down my body, covering me in goosebumps. At first, I don’t know how to feel. But as he traces the outline of my skin, each leather covered finger grazing me, my physical reaction grows into a wetness I can’t control.
I lean back on my bed and take my shirt off. He stays bent over top of me as I lift my hips and slide my pants down. He watches carefully as they fall to the floor.
Callum presses against my body, pushing me into the bed. He drags his cool fingers up my stomach, all the way to the tip of my chin. I forget how to breath.
“You know why I call you angel?” He says and licks the bottom of my neck.
I shake my head, unable to answer.
“Because even in my world of hell, you still make me believe in something more.” His tongue lands on my bottom lip, sucking it. I reach down and slide my hand into his jeans without undoing them.
He pushes his pants down, exposing his hard length. As I wrap my hand around his cock, pumping it up and down, his body quivers.
He rests his forehead on mine. “Fuck, Scarlett.”
I grab his hip with my other hand, pulling him in. He reaches his lined, thick middle finger down, circling my wetness. A moan escapes me. He pulls his belt out from his pants. I try to look at him, but he blocks me with a kiss. I can’t see what he’s doing.
I feel leather slap against my wrists as he loops his belt around them, pulling tight. I squirm beneath his hold, but our bodies move in sync. My wetness coats his tip. He shoves into me, slowly pulling out before he slams himself back in. My hands remain bound above my head. He sucks my neck, bringing me closer to ecstasy. I feel my inner walls tightening as the pressure builds. I’m so close, he must feel it.
“You don’t finish until I say so.” He pulls out and flips me over. My ass sticks up while my hands stay in the same position. His hands interlock with my hair as he pushes my head into the bed and plunges into me.
“Callum!” I yell, muffled by the bed. His firm grip pulls my body up by my hair. My arched back leans against his chest.
The belt loosens around my hands. He brings it to my breast, slapping the firm edge of the belt against my hardened nipple. A shock runs through my body, electrifying every inch of me in the best way. His hips press into my ass as he pushes deep inside me. He moves my head to the side with his.
“Do you trust me?” He whispers into my ear.
“Yes, Callum, please, I’m almost there.”
“I know, Angel.” His free hand reaches for my clit, rubbing the aching sensation away. I squirm. He moves in and out of me faster, the pace of his hand mirrors the speed.
He brings the belt to my neck and wraps it around. He pulls it tight. My throat feels like it’s closing in as my body fights for air.
“Let go, Angel.” I try to fight it. The moment I stop, my head falls back, and my hair mixes with his sweat. I feel myself on the edge.
He thrusts into me hard, hitting every nerve as he breathes heavily.
“You.” Thrust.
“Belong.” Thrust.
“To.” Thrust.