Callum's Pov
If she wouldn’t do it, would I make her?
“I think it’s time you give hubby a treat too. I can’t have you starving. Come feast on me, baby.” I freed her wrist, pulling her up by her neck so we were at eye level. Our noses touched, breath fanning hotly against each other. I wanted her to make a move herself, or else I was scared I might force her to eat. I needed to treat Ophelia differently from other girls I’ve f****d or wanted to f**k. I loved my sheets a little red and sticky with white fluid when I was f*****g—not at all; they weren’t virgins.
“You said I should feast on you too?" she asked her voice like butter to the ear. She took the bar of chocolate into her mouth, and the way she did it dragged a low groan from my throat.
“Yes, you said you were hungry.” My hand le
