Page 37 of Poison and Wine
I tried ignoring the electricity dancing along my skin that his lips were producing. “T-That’s how it’s done in my w-world.”
Callum’s lips froze on my collar bone. He then pulled away to stare down at me with eyes glittering with lust. “But you’re in my world now, Kitten.”
As I pinched my eyes shut, I pleaded, “If we’re going to do this, then let’s do it right. Honor my tradition.”
A few moments passed where my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. At his frustrated grunt, I popped open my eyes. He glared back at me. “I should take what’s mine regardless of your pleading.”
“I’m not yours. Not even after we’re married,” I protested in a whisper.
Callum’s lips hovered close to my own. A part of me wanted nothing more than for him to take what was allegedly his. I wanted to feel his lips on mine; the wet heat of his tongue against mine. I hated that I was experiencing feelings like that for him.
“You are mine, Kitten. You’ll take my name, sleep in my bed, and one day very soon, you’ll take my cock.” He licked his lips as if savoring the thought of us sleeping together. “When I put my baby in your belly, you’ll even carry a part of me inside you.”
Both disgust and longing rippled through me at his words. “Let me go.”
With a smirk, he shoved away from me. “Once again, you may have won this battle, Kitten, but I’ll win the war.”
Chapter Ten: Callum
After Caterina tore herself out of my embrace, she sprinted out of the dining room. As I heard her feet pounding up the stairs, I remained rooted to my seat. Every fucking altercation with Caterina left me utterly and completely enraged.
But as usual, I’d been left with more than just anger. A white-hot lust and desire sent my cock straining against my zipper. Once I knew she was safely in her room, I made my way upstairs. The last thing my sweet virgin needed to see was my erection tenting my pants. Even if it was all her fault.
Once I got inside my room, I headed straight for the shower. As I stripped out of my clothes, my need grew even more intense. It took everything within me not to stalk down the hall and barge into Caterina’s room. I wanted the smell of her pussy in my nose, its taste on my tongue, and its tight walls clenching around my cock.
Like a junkie desperate for a fix, my hand trembled as I palmed my stiff erection. As I jerked my hand up and down the length, I groaned as images of Caterina filled my dirty mind.
She’s laid out before me, naked and dripping with need. Her long legs are spread wide as I bury my head between them. I grunt as I imagine the taste.
Slowly, I drag my tongue through her lips, taking my time not only to taste every inch but to drive her wild. I suckle her throbbing nub into my mouth as her thighs tremble against my ears. “Please, Callum,” she whines as I drive her to the brink.
“Say it,” I command.
With a whimper, she shakes her head. “Say it, Kitten, or I’ll stop eating your sweet pussy.”
Her dark eyes shimmer with lust as she stares down at me. “Fuck me, Callum. Fuck me hard.”
I replace my tongue at her entrance with my cock. I slam into her, causing both of us to groan with pleasure. Her arms encircle my neck as her nipples pebble against my chest. I drive into her over and over again. Our pants of pleasure and the sound of my balls slapping against her ass echo through the room.
My hand grasps her throat, squeezing gently. “I’m coming!” she cries before she arches her back off the bed. As my hips piston faster, my release explodes. Dipping my head, I bite into Caterina’s neck, eliciting a moan. I mark her both inside and out.
In the shower, I barked out a cry as my cock jerked, and I came in a rush. When I finished coming, I grunted in disgust that at thirty-one fucking years old, I’d jerked off in the shower to my future wife. Considering Caterina’s virginal state and her continued loathing, I had a terrible suspicion I would be jerking off daily for the foreseeable future.
After drying off and throwing on a pair of briefs, I fell into bed and an exhausted sleep.
My sleep was plagued with dreams of Caterina. Some were illicit while others were darker where I was having to save her from an unknown assailant. Just before I could take a bullet for her, I seized up in bed with my heart beating out of my chest. As I tried regulating my breathing, I slowly shook my head. I had never dreamed about giving my life for a woman. Even when everything had happened with my father and Maeve, I had never dreamed of her. I couldn’t begin to imagine after just a few short days, why I would be dreaming of giving my life for this one.
Part of me argued that the dream was somewhat predictable. In my line of work, women and children were innocents who were to be protected at all costs. As my future wife, I would be expected to lay my life down for Caterina. Even though she drove me insane, I wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen to her.
Although my still jet-lagged body called for more rest, I rose out of bed with the sun. After a quick shower and shave, I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs. Nera was at the stove cooking up some eggs. At her questioning look, I shook my head.
After pouring a cup of coffee, I bypassed Quinn and Kellan at the table. I didn’t bother asking where Dare was. He’d taken two bodyguards and gone into town last night. I was sure he was waking up in the local hotel next to a piece of ass.
Truthfully, when he’d texted me after I’d gone to bed, I’d been tempted to join him. Caterina had me wound so tight, and I needed relief that didn’t involve jerking off in the shower. While it had been over a week since I’d last fucked, I didn’t know how long of a dry spell lay ahead of me before Caterina consented to consummate our marriage. There was a part of me that said it didn’t matter when I fucked my wife. Just because we were married, I didn’t have to be faithful. My father sure as hell hadn’t. The only man I’d ever witnessed be faithful to his wife was Seamus.
I caught sight of him standing on the terrace watching the sun rise. From his stance, I knew something was weighing on him. When I stepped outside, he turned around. “Buongiorno,” he pronounced with a smile.
“Don’t you mean maidin mhaith?” I countered.