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His gaze drops to my tits, his chest heaving. And then he steps toward me, tipping my head back to plant a soft kiss on my lips. "I'll fuck you after I feed you," he growls.

I groan softly, fully ready to starve if it gets him inside me any faster. I've been dying all day to feel him inside me again. Hell, to feel him on top of me again. I want him more than I'll ever want food.

"You can't look at me like that," he says, his voice soft.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to do filthy things to me."

"Maybe I do," I whisper, pushing him back a step. I meet his gaze, sinking to my knees in front of him. "Maybe I want to do very filthy things to you, Bishop."

He groans, the sound wild. "I need to feed you, Callie."

"Already working on it," I whisper, reaching for his zipper.

He barely breathes as I tug it down. His hands fist in my hair, pulling it away from my face. His fingers tremble against my scalp, but he doesn't try to stop me. I know he wants this as badly as I do. The truth is written all over his face.

I delve my hand into his jeans, wrapping it around his cock.

"Fuck," he groans, his nostrils flaring.

I pull him out slowly, my core clenching at the sight of him in my hand. He was all over me last night, and he's still bigger than I remember. God, he's a monster. But he's beautiful, too.

I hold his gaze, leaning forward to lick across the head.

His hands tighten in my hair, a string of curses falling from his lips. He locks his knees, his body trembling. So I lick him again, moaning at his taste.

"You still taste like me, Bishop," I whisper, peeking up at him. "Like you were all over me."

He makes this sound—God, it's beautiful. I want to ink it in notes and write it into song. Except, I think I might be too selfish for that because I want to keep it all to myself, too. I want it to be just for me, a sound only I get to hear.

I wrap my lips around him, taking him as deep as I can. He growls, his eyes locked on the sight of his dick in my mouth. My lips stretch to capacity, my eyes watering. And still, there's so much of him left. I try to fit him all, but I can't.

He hits the back of my throat, and my gag reflex activates.

"Fuck," he groans, his eyes wild. "Do that again."

I pull back and then do it again, letting my throat close around him. His expression goes fierce, then feral, his hips rocking in greedy little pulses, his chest heaving.

He pulls out of my mouth all at once.

"Hey, I—"

That's as far as I get before I'm in his arms, my back against the door. In seconds, my pants are gone, my legs around his waist. He kisses me hard, sinking into me with a groan I feel in my bones.

"I should spank you," he rasps against my throat, fucking me so deep I claw his back. "I wanted to feed you first."

"You did."

He groans through a chuckle, biting my bottom lip. And then he goes harder, fucking me so hard and fast, neither of us can speak. All I can do is cling to him, moaning. It feels so good. Too good.

"Come, songbird," he pants, his lips at my ear. "Give me what's mine."

I want to hold off, to make it last, but I can't. Not when he's this deep, not when I'm this desperate. I bury my face in his throat, coming with a sob.

He plants himself deep, following me over with my name on his lips. I love the way he trembles. I think…I know I love him. So much, it shouldn't even be possible. And yet, it is.

Very possible, and very real.