Page 88 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

She rolled to her back, letting him fit in between herthighs. He pushed her legs open wider, and grinded his erection into the softslickness of her pussy. She was still bare—so smooth under him.

Emma whined, digging her fingers into his hips andpressing the heels of her feet to his lower back. Calisto’s muscles clenched ashe held back the desire to spread Emma open even more, and dive right in. Hewanted to pound into her until his memories were sedated and he couldn’t thinkabout anything else.

He’d been denying her for so long.

“Come on, Cal,” Emma urged low.

Calisto’s hand drove down her stomach to the sweetspot between her legs. His thumb circled her hard, little clit slowly, and hesoaked in the sounds of her quiet cries below him. All it would take was justthe right shift of his hips and he’d be stretching her full and fucking herhard.

He pushed her back down into the bed when she cantedher hips upwards, seeking more. His gaze snapped up from her pussy, finding herwatching him intently.

“When I say so,” Calisto growled.

“Calisto.”

“I miss this.”

Emma quieted, but it didn’t last long. A long, brokencry escaped from her lips when he sank two fingers deep into her sex.

Wet. Hot. Tight.

Fuck.

Her pussy hugged his fingers, and soaked them at thesame fucking time. He was caught up in seeing his fingers disappear into hersex as he pumped them harder and deeper with each twist. His thumb rolled overher clit in time with his thrusts.

Emma’s sounds melted into breathy gasps.

But she kept saying his name.

“Cal.”

It was beautiful.

When she said his name, it was addictive.

He wanted more.

Whispered, needy, and stupid.

She called for him.

And he wanted more of it.

“Calisto … God,” Emma breathed.

“Right there,” Calisto told her, swallowing hard. Hecurled his fingers on the next thrust, and watched her back bow against thebed. “Right there, Emmy, just like that. You’re going to come for me, andyou’re going to love it.”

“I want to, please.”

Right then, he knew.

Too long for him was just as long for her. Justbecause she had been made to lie down with another man didn’t mean she hadgotten what she needed or wanted from it. A strange sense of satisfactionfilled him at the revelation.

Calisto wanted to be the only man who did this toEmma. The only man to make her beg, twist in his sheets, and cry his name outto a dark room.

Just him.

When her thighs started to shake, he leaned down andcaught her rising cries with his mouth. Her sounds muffled against his lips,but her eyes flew wide in her orgasm, zoning in on his like he was theonly thing she wanted to see.