Page 51 of Brighter Than Gold

“Reyah, please do not take my regret as rejection. I wanted you. Gods, I still want you. Can I tell you what Idoregret?”

I looked over at him unsure, and he leaned into me.

“I regret not feeling you come against my mouth, I regret not having the taste of you on my tongue, I regret not burying my fingers inside of you and watching you writhe and take your pleasure from me. I regret that I didn’t get to push my cock into your mouth until your eyes watered, and I regret not getting to taste myself on you when I kissed you after coming down your throat.” He took a breath. “Fuck.” He turned his eyes back to the ceiling as he tried to regain his composure.

I was completely riled by his confessions, my thighs damp from his words. I shifted a leg over him slowly and reached out, taking his hand and guiding it between my legs. A simple freedom I had never been allowed with Kas.

Callan complied immediately, rubbing his hand over me lightly. My breath shuddered and my eyes closed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said into my ear as he nipped and licked my sensitive skin. Callan pulled me in close with the arm beneath me. He rubbed two fingers across my entrance, back and forth dampening them. I couldn’t help rocking my hips against him. Each exhale was an anticipating tiny moan.

Finally, he pushed the two fingers deep into me. I gasped at the luxurious slide along my inner walls. He stilled, allowing my body to adjust to the intrusion before he began to curl his fingers against me.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned. My hips joined in my body’s assault, pushing him in with each movement his fingers made, deeper with each stroke.

“Gods Reyah, you’re warm, and so fucking wet.” A push from his palm against the bud had me jerking in delight.

There was a light knock on the door before we heard the lock slide and the door opened. Callan immediately made to withdraw his fingers but I gripped his wrist firmly in my hands.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

He looked up at the young man delivering us a tray of breakfast, then back to me. “Are you—”

I ground my hips against his hand again.

“Fuck, woman…” he smiled and curled his fingers inside of me again, which incited a high pitch moan to escape me.

The man at the door stood frozen and wide eyed.

“Just on the table there,” Callan said casually to him.

That seemed to break him from his panic, and he brought the tray to the table as my moans filled the room.

“Yes, right there…” I rasped.

A loud clatter had Callan biting down on a laugh when the boy knocked over a cup of water in his distress. He tried to take a serviette to wipe the soaking mess, but his hands were so shaky it wasn’t much help.

“Just leave it!” Callan barked through my growing ecstasy. He nodded awkwardly and turned for the door.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop Callan, I’m…fuck!” My release rocked my body as my voice went shrill. Callan’s focus was solely on bringing me through my bliss, arching with me when I arched, slowing when my body slowed.

I went languid as I caught my breath, still holding the general’s wrist in a death-grip between my legs.

He turned his head slowly to the boy who was still watching from the door. “Show’s over.” The boy turned crimson red as he quickly closed the door.

Callan waited until my eyes fluttered open. He leaned in and lay a soft kiss against my lips. “You’re not at all what I expected.”

I laughed. “I think you were quick to judge.”

“I think so, too. I’m sorry for that.”

“Well, you had a reputation of a rigid, callous, asshat to maintain. I forgive you.”

He cracked a smile. “I probably deserve that.”

“You do.”

“Be right back,” he said raising his brows with a cunning glint in his eye.

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