Page 31 of Red Flagged
Then I looked up and saw him—therealhim.Callum. My Callum. He looked wild. A flush bloomed across his cheeks, sweat coating his tanned skin, hair tousled and damp with sweat, eyes like obsidian. Lips parted and chest heaving with the weight of whatever this was between us.
Callum Fraser didn’t look like a man in this moment. He looked likeneedincarnate. Like every primal urge made flesh and bone. He was sex and savagery, carnal desire wrapped in godlike masculinity. He looked wild and yet as though he’dstepped into who he was meant to be all along. All. Fucking.Mine.
Our eyes locked for the first time since he’d whipped me, made me kneel and then consumed me with nothing but a voice full of fire and a crop in his hand. But it wasn’t just the sight of him that destroyed me.
It was his eyes. They were wrecked, dark and glassy with some unknowable emotion, but wide with something that looked a lot likeforever.
Something clicked between us that was loud and sacred as he reached for my thighs. It was a claim or a demand, but a primitive knowing. Me. Him. This. Us.Ours.
My heart pounded, but my soul suddenly felt at complete peace. Whatever happened between us, whatever blessings and miracles or tragedies and heartbreaks, we would be okay, because we had each other.
And I knew he felt it too, because the second we exhaled at the same time, eyes never leaving each other’s, he moved.
Callum surged forward with a groan so guttural it made my clit pulse, like it had been buried inside him for years and I’d unearthed something ancient and feral. His hands gripped my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the pillows like he needed to be inside me or he’d lose his fucking mind.
My ankles locked around his back, and then he thrust into me again, hard. He grabbed my hips and fucked me deeper, rougher, the new angle making me see stars. Every inch of him hit something devastating.
His voice cracked when he said, “This isn’t just fucking, Aurélie. This is our covenant.”
I cried out, body arching, toes curling,everythingclenching around him.
“You want to come?” he asked. “Want to soak my cock while I ruin you from the inside?”
“Yes,” I gasped, hands flying to grab his veiny forearms where they held me tight enough to bruise. I dug my nails in and planted my feet on the bed to meet him thrust for thrust. “God, yes,please?—”
“Then youthank mefor it,” he snarled, fucking me so hard I couldn’t even think. “You come for me and you thank me with every fucking breath.”
I let out a ragged, defiant moan that barely counted as a sentence. “Thank you for your cock, Daddy Dom.”
That broke him.
His eyes rolled back for half a second before slamming forward again, devastatingly violent. He thrust once more, deep enough to make my spine curve, and my body did the rest.
I suctioned around him so tight I could feel every ridge, every vein, every desperate swell of him inside me. The noise was filthy. Slick and wet and loud between us, layered over our gasps and animalistic moans. And then we both looked down simultaneously and stared at where we were joined, we watched my pussy pulse around him, dragging him back in over and over like I was made to keep him.
His hand came to my jaw, tilting my face to his as I rode the edge. “You’re close,” he rasped. “I feel it. Come on, baby. Let go for me.”
And that was it.
I broke with a scream. My orgasm hit like a thunderclap, ripping through me in a series of violent, full-body spasms that made my vision go white. Hot and all-consuming, wave after wave, my breath ripping from my lungs, a garbled mess of English and French spewing from my lips.
Then a second wave burst free, sudden and hot and uncontrollable. I squirted—gushing around him, soaking him, soaking us, soaking the sheets and his lap and everything in between. A sob burst from my chest.
And helost his fucking mind.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Callum snarled, his head snapping back like he was about to beg God for mercy. “Oh my—fuck, baby—what the fuck was that?”
His hands gripped my hips like he didn’t know whether to worship me or hold me down and chase it again. “You’venever—” His breath choked out of him, eyes wide, voice hoarse. “You’ve never done that before. Not like that. Not—fuck,noton me.”
I trembled against him, crying, laughing,drenched, still pulsing in the aftermath—and he just stared. Wrecked. Reverent.Devastated.
“I felt it,” he whispered like he was in shock. “I fuckingfeltit. You—Christ,Auri, you gushed around me. While I wasinside you.”
He looked like he’d just glimpsed heaven and hell at the same time. Like he’d never recover and didn’t want to. His hands traced down my thighs, slow and reverent, then pressed over my soaked skin like he couldn’t believe it was real. “That’s mine,” he growled, low and stunned and a little desperate. “Every drop. All of it. Fuck, I’ve never—” He broke off, shaking his head and pulling me flush against him, his breath hot at my ear. “Youruinme, Aurélie.”
Then he came with a roar, falling forward and bracing his hands on either side of me, crushing me with a kiss that stole the rest of my sanity. I milked his cock, over and over, as we rode out his orgasm together.
And still he moved. Still he worshipped. Still he whispered, “Mine. Mine. Mine,” into my mouth like a vow.
