I have very little memory of how I ended up in Calum Reed’s room. I could vaguely recall my fancy gown being thrown on the floor, fingers running through smooth locks of blond hair, and my legs wrapped around his waist as he walked through the ridiculously huge manor to get to his bedroom.
The moment he kicked the door closed behind him, he spared no time and immediately placed me on his mattress, his sheets caressing my skin. My head spun at the sensation of being pressed in between silk and the warm hardness of Calum Reed’s physique.
“More,” I breathed into his lips when he stopped kissing me and pulled away, rubbing the tip of his nose with mine. Through the dimness, I saw him smirk. “Bite me again, Cal.”
“It is always quite the sight having you so needy and submissive, Avery dear,”
