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me shiver with delighted apprehension? How much would Callum endure for me before he decided enough was enough?
    I decided to ease off and claim him in another way. I left soft kisses over all the skin I’d scratched, the deep pink flesh warm against my lips. When he relaxed into my ministrations, I nipped at a patch of skin on his right shoulder, bit down enough to hurt, then sucked.
    By the time Callum had reacted to the pain, I’d left a gorgeous purpling bruise where my mouth had been, and I couldn’t stop the evil giggle that escaped my lips.
    “Oh, God. Did I unleash a monster, Little Miss Badass?” Callum teased.
    “Maybe…”
    I slid my breasts down his back as I descended his body, leaving small hickeys in a random trail the whole way until I got to his butt. I’d always thought he had a yummy ass, but I’d never actually had chance to sink my teeth into it before.
    The muscle of one cheek tensed when he felt my breath on it, but he didn’t protest. I bit his flesh, trying not to grin as it flexed beneath my lips, and sucked strongly enough to make Callum grunt. When I drew back, the bruise on his ass made me ridiculously amused. It was like payback for all the spankings, paddlings and floggings he’d given me.
    “Enjoying yourself?”
    I was pretty sure he was close to done humouring me. He was obviously in the mood to pin me down and take me hard. “You can’t stop me until you’re symmetrical!”
    Before Callum had a chance to respond, I bit down on his other ass cheek and set about giving it a hickey to match the first.
    As soon as I lifted my head, Callum turned over and tangled his hand in my hair, giving me no choice but to suck his rigid cock. Not that I was complaining. I let him take my mouth, hoping he’d let me finish what I’d started yesterday, and dug my fingernails into the sides of his ass, encouraging him to push deeper.
    Too soon, he lifted my head away and dragged me farther up his body, running his fingers through my slick folds before driving his cock deep into me. I growled my annoyance that he’d aborted my attempt to get him off again, and he laughed, scratching his nails down my back the way he had earlier.
    “I need to fuck you hard, little miss, and I can’t do that to your mouth.”
    I bit his lip, encouraging him to do his worst, and he immediately rolled me over and began to take me with forceful thrusts, meeting my rough kisses with more of the same.
    “You’re that pissed off? Then show me who I belong to,” he challenged when I faltered, momentarily overwhelmed by his fingers over my clit.
    I gripped my frustration tightly and did what he’d given me permission to do—I bucked against him; scratched his back, butt and shoulders; bit his earlobe, his lip, even his Adam’s apple when he threw his head back for a moment. Callum didn’t hold back, marking my neck below my collar, scratching and kneading my breasts, twisting and pinching and biting hot, glorious pain into my nipples as we rolled and fought and fucked like wild animals.
    My first orgasm was unexpected, triggered by a shallow thrust of Callum’s cock as he scratched lines of heat into my ass cheeks with both hands. Once he felt me coming, Callum pinned me down and rubbed over and around my clit, bringing a second deluge of pleasure down on my stinging, aching body. He didn’t stop, whispering filthy promises into my ear, the vibrations joining the storm of sensation within me and increasing the tremors to an earth-moving magnitude. I lost count of how many times I came, could hardly even tell where one climax ended and the next began.
    All I knew was that sometime during it all, Callum growled his love for me in my ear and I answered amid cries of pleasure, clinging to him, trusting him to keep me from drowning in ecstasy. “I love you, Sir, so fucking much!”
     
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    After we’d caught our breath, regained our sanity and our strength, we stood together in front of the full-length