LOGINSunday arrives soft through the curtains.He's already awake.I feel it the way I felt it yesterday, that specific shift from sleeping to present, and I wait, eyes closed, wondering what he'll do with it.His mouth finds my shoulder.My spine.The small of my back.He takes longer than yesterday, more thorough, his lips mapping every inch of my back from my shoulders to the base of my spine and back up again while his hands run slow warm trails up my sides and I lie completely still and let him and feel every single thing.He turns me over.He looks at me in the morning light.My hair across his pillow and his sheets around my waist, his marks on my skin from last night and he looks at all of it with an expression I feel in my chest like a closed fist.He lowers his head to my breast.His mouth closes over my nipple and pulls in slow and I slide my fingers into his hair and arch up. He takes his time there, both breasts, long warm minutes of his mouth and his hands until I'm rolling m
Something warm and insistent wakes me.His hands on my hips.His mouth on my spine, pressing slow deliberate kisses down each vertebra while his hands grip me from behind and pull me back against him and I feel him hard, thick and hot, pressed against the small of my back.I am immediately, completely awake.I push back against him and he grips my hips harder and his mouth opens against my shoulder blade, his tongue dragging across the skin there, and I reach back and find him. I stroke once and the sound he makes against my shoulder goes straight between my thighs.He guides me.His hands on my hips, lifting me, positioning me over him, and I reach between us and take him in my hand, lowering myself down on him slowly, facing away, reverse, and the angle is immediately, devastatingly different.Deeper.Fuller.He fills me from below while I sink down. My hands find his thighs behind me and I grip as he also grips my hips and we hold there, both breathing, adjusting to the specific ov
His tongue moves through me slow and thorough and I am gripping the sheets with both fists within sixty seconds.He doesn't rush.Long deep strokes that part my folds completely, pushing inside me and pulling back, circling my clit and retreating before I can catch the rhythm, his hands pressing my thighs wide and flat against the mattress every time they try to close around his head."Callum," I gasp. "Your tongue, oh God..." He hums against me and I nearly come off the bed.He slides two fingers inside me and curls them forward and finds a spot that makes my whole spine arch and my toes curl and a sound tear out of my throat that is nothing like quiet and everything like necessary."Right there," I sob. "Right there, please don't move, yes just like that..."He finds the spot that gets me talking to him like that and he leaves his focus there. He holds his fingers exactly there and works his tongue against my clit in fast tight circles and I am clenching around him immediately, sh
Arc 31: FeverThe party is loud and warm and I've had exactly enough wine to make the way Callum Reid looks at me across the room feel like a physical thing pressing against my sternum.He's been looking at me all night.Not subtly. Not the way men look when they're pretending they aren't. Directly. Deliberately. The way a man looks when he's made a decision and he's waiting for you to catch up.I catch up somewhere around my second glass of red.He's thirty-one. Dark haired and broad shouldered, the kind of built that comes from actually using a body rather than performing fitness. His sister Gemma, my best friend of eight years, is somewhere in the kitchen being the social butterfly she always is at parties, completely unaware that her older brother has been watching me for forty minutes with those dark patient eyes.I should be more conflicted about that.I'm not.I find the hallway.I'm not hiding. I'm just breathing for a moment, leaning against the wall in the corridor between t
Light comes through his curtains in thin gold lines.I feel him wake up before I hear anything. The specific shift of a body moving from sleep to conscious, the change in his breathing, the tightening of his arm around my waist. Then his mouth, pressing slow and warm to the back of my neck, then my shoulder, then the curve of my spine, working down with a patience that tells me he has been awake longer than his body let on.I don't move.I let him think I'm still sleeping.His mouth reaches the small of my back and stays there, his lips pressing soft deliberate kisses across the curve of it, and I feel every single one travel forward through my body and settle between my thighs.His hand slides from my waist to my hip, over the curve of my ass, slow and warm, and I press my face into the pillow and breathe.His mouth follows his hand.Down the back of my thigh. Behind my knee, which I did not know was a place that could do that to a person, and back up the inside toward the place wher
He fills me completely and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out, the stretch and the fullness and the specific reality of him after many nights of imagining hitting me all at once."Okay?" he whispers against my ear, holding perfectly still."More than okay," I breathe back. "Theo, you feel incredible."He moves slowly at first, careful, deliberate, his hands gripping my hips while he rolls into me again and again, and I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper, needing more, needing everything he's been holding back for years."I want to see you," I whisper. "I want to look at your face while you're inside me."He pulls back, sits up, and reaches for the desk chair beside his bed, pulling it close."Come here," he says quietly, sitting down on it, completely bare, looking up at me with dark patient eyes. "Sit on me and face me."I climb off the bed. He's staring at me as I move to him. "Yara," he whispers. "You're so beautiful like this."I swing my leg ove
Priya's POV He finds a layby two miles up.Pulls in hard, engine still running, and before I've fully processed that we've stopped he's opened his door and pulled me out with him and walked me around to the front of the car and bent me over the bonnet.The metal is warm from the engine.It's starte
Bianca makes eggs in the morning.Humming. Cheerful. Hair up, robe on, completely and beautifully oblivious, and she puts a plate in front of Marco and a plate in front of me and sits across from us both and talks about the plans she has for the day, the market, the thing she wants to do with the g
Arc 9: StolenI know it's wrong.I've known it's wrong for two years, since the first time Marco looked at me across their dinner table and held eye contact three seconds too long and something low in my belly caught fire and refused to go out.Bianca is my best friend. Has been since college. She'
Arc 8: The Pool BoyHe's been in my backyard for forty minutes and my panties have been useless for thirty-nine of them.Cole. Twenty-three. Arms that look like God personally designed them to make women stupid. He's shirtless today, low shorts hanging off his hips, and every time he reaches across







