Page 35 of Shadows Within
“You deserve better.” His voice is low, almost angry. Our eyes lock. His jaw stiffens as he steps forward. I feel embarrassed.
I look down at the flowers, their sweetness draws me in. “It is what it is,” I say. His footsteps get closer.
He stands in front of me and his hand grabs my jaw as his eyes meet my glossy sight.
“That doesn’t make it right, Angel.”
For a minute, my breath picks up. I can feel my heart in my stomach. His hand remains gripped around my jaw. “That doesn’t make it right for you either, Callum.”
His face tenses, like he’s fighting something deep within. “Every time I feel nothing, I take something from someone else. Their breath. Their fear. Their control. I don’t want to take anything from you.” He slightly squeezes my jaw. My breath hitches. “I’ll ruin you.” He rests his forehead against mine, so delicately.
I shouldn’t want him. There are so many versions of him that I don’t know. But why does none of that matter?
“I’m already broken.”
That does it for him. His hands rest on either side of my face and his mouth melts into mine. My hands find the front of his jacket, pulling him closer, but he’s not close enough— I need all of him. My mouth opens for his tongue while his hands run through my hair. He grabs my head and pulls it back.
“Let me ruin you.” He whispers.
His lips hover above mine.
“You already have.” His lips land back on mine, more aggressive this time. For a second, he pulls away, brushing me off to the side while his arm pushes the broken pots off the table. They hit the floor; their crash startles me.
He lifts me by my ass and sets me back on the dirty table. His hands work their way up the outside of my shirt until he aggressively pulls it down, exposing my chest. His mouth salivates as he looks at me and flicks my hardened nipple, back and forth against his thumb. He places his warm lips on my neck and works their way down my breasts. With each kiss, he breaks me a little more. I can feel myself getting wet and shift my hips forward, trying to find some relief on his cock against the seam of my jeans. My head falls back.It’s ecstasy.
“Fuck.”
I reach for his mouth on mine. My tongue traces the outline of his lips. His Adam’s apple bobbles as his lips graze my ear.
“Take these off.”
I unbutton my jeans and pull the zipper down. He grabs them at the waistband and pulls them down my legs, peeling away the only dignity I have. He rubs his knuckle along the front of my thong before he pulls my underwear down and exposes me. He slides two fingers in, cradling my clit. His fingers swirl back and forth. I bring my lips to his, but he pulls back, not letting me kiss him. He moves faster against my clit, stops for a second, then positions his fingers down, plunging into me.
“See how wet you get for me?” He unleashes something feral in me. I move my hips against him, faster.
While his hand fucks me, I reach down and undo his belt. I unzip his jeans and pull them down, leaving him in his boxers. My hand trails down his stomach and slides into the top of his underwear. He sucks in a deep breath. I grab his hard cock and work my hand up and down his shaft, at times running my finger over his tip. His ass flexes. I quietly moan. He pulls his hand out. His thumb caresses my cheek before he shoves his fingers, with my wetness still on them, into my mouth. In a swift motion, he uses his other hand to pull his boxers down.
“I can’t hold back anymore, Scarlett. Say you’re mine.” He looks down at me, his hard dick against my wet entrance. He removes his fingers from my mouth.
“I’m yours.” He leans forward and slowly pushes his cock inside of me.
“Who do you belong to?”
He briefly pulls out. “Oh, fuck.” I need all of him. His palms lie flat on the table as he braces himself around me.
“Scarlett, who do you belong to?” He asks again.
“You Callum, you. Just you.” He shoves himself into me—it’s better than anything I’ve felt before. As he leans forward,he rests his forehead against mine and plows into me, over and over. Strangely, there’s something sweet about him being so vulnerable.
“Oh, God.” I moan.
He slows down, running his nose runs over mine, and brings his hand up to my neck.
“I’m the only one you worship now.” He pushes into me—faster, harder. My climax builds. Sweat runs down my back. I grab his ass, and he squeezes my neck harder.
“Callum, I’m going to–” He bites my lip, cutting me off. Blood enters my mouth as he slams into me one last time.
“Fuck, Scarlett.” He lets out a deep moan. The pressure inside of me releases as I finish with him.
