Page 65 of Soul Redeemed

Her hand held his face and the satin touch of her skin had his fists clenched tight, for fear he’d take her to the floor and rip her panties off right then.

“Please, don’t.” Gods, if she knew he held himself with the strength of a thousand oxen, she wouldn’t dare tempt him that way.

“Shhhh.” She pressed her lips to his temple, and Calix could sense the pulse at her throat, the very essence of life, of her fragile human half that he longed to feed upon. “I’m going to take care of you.”

“I can’t let you do this.”

“I won’t let you starve.”

Before he could utter so much as a whimper of protest, that warm satin skin wrapped around his length as she stuffed her hands down his pants, and Calix’s eyes rolled back at the pleasure of her touch.

“You’re going to charm me. And I’m going to let you. I want you to use me. Make me your whore. Your lover. Whatever you need me to be. I want you to fuck me, Calix, and don’t stop until you’ve had your fill.”

“No.” The tension snapped inside of him, and with a curl of his lip, Calix gripped her hair, yanking her head back. “You’ll regret this.”

Chin held to an angle of defiance, her lip quirked. “I won’t.”

Something dark and wicked rose from Calix’s gut. As if those two words unlocked a beastly shadow hidden deep inside of him. “Ava, once you open this door, I can’t stop it. I won’t have the strength to overcome the hunger.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She stepped closer, her sweet breath fanning his skin, heating his desire. “Use me. I want this.”

Calix gripped the collar of her T-shirt with both hands and split the fabric down the middle. A shudder of excitement zipped up his spine as her tits bounced with his roughness. His thumbs circled both nipples, and he licked his lips as they puckered beneath his skin.

He tugged at her nipples, reveling in the sight of her head tipped back, mouth gaping, just begging to be filled.

“Gods, Calix. I’ve waited so long for this.”

“And when I’m finished, you’ll wish you’d have waited long—” An intense knot hit just above his groin, and Calix chuffed a grunt, the tight squint of his eyes shutting Ava off from his view. Flames shot through his veins, every muscle burning with the effort of keeping himself under control.

Ava pinned beneath him, sweat pouring off his body, as she lay nearly comatose. Used. Exhausted.

He held the heel of his palm at his temple, rubbing the ache there as he mentally willed those images away. Fucking stop. Please. Not Ava.

The monster inside of him craved her, though, so much that it forced a grin on Calix’s face, just thinking of her body beneath him. Helpless.

Trapped, for days.

“Calix? Are you okay?” The softness of her fingers drifting down his arm tingled all the way to his damn bones, rattling and teasing the beast.

“No, Ava. I’m not okay.” Scooping her legs out from under her, Calix lifted her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed, his eyes glued to the jostling of her tits. The hunger blinded him for anything but her body. He wanted to ravage her, bury his dick so deep inside of her, she’d scream.

Peeling out of his clothes, he didn’t bother to look at anything else in the room. The singular objective of getting inside of her had him kicking his clothes away from his feverishly warm body, while pulses of tension wound tight through his groin, the pain like a war drum in his muscles.

The misery of his hard-on brought his attention down to the bastard, sticking up completely erect, and Calix grabbed up his fallen jeans, tugging the belt free. He folded the thin leather and held it to her mouth. “You’re gonna need this.”

Pushing up onto her elbows, Ava shot him a quick glance before dropping her jaw, and allowing him slide it between her lips, she bit down.

Gripping her hips, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees, grinning at her muffled gasp. A bastard evil had risen to the surface, and all that he was, all that he cared about dissolved to nothing more than plunging his dick into something warm.

Calix kept himself on the brink of insanity as he tugged the briefs she’d borrowed down over her ass, before a harsh yank tore the bastards to shreds, unveiling her perfect ass. Tossing the tattered fabric aside, a tingle hit the back of his jaw at the site of her perfect flesh that begged to be bitten, and he shivered, every muscle flexed and ready to feed.

With rough hands, he licked his lips and skimmed his palms over those plump cheeks, spreading her apart to reveal both holes he’d be taking pleasure in before night’s end.

Take her. Fuck her.

“Grip the bars.” The husky tone of his voice reflected his desperation.

The moment her fingers curled around the bars of his headboard, Calix scrambled to his knees behind her and lined his tip at her tight entrance. Guiding his dick inside, he tipped his head back with the motherfucking relief that swallowed him. He held himself there for a moment, his eyes closing as he savored the second’s worth of calm before all hell would break loose.