Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines Book 2) (15 page)

The house was empty of people.

Calisto knew it would be, but he made sure to double-check.

By the time he made his way upstairs to the third
floor of the home, he had forgotten all about the wrongness he’d felt. It was
hard to worry about those things when he was far too focused on who might be
waiting in a bed for him.

And she was waiting.

Calisto wasn’t surprised to see she hadn’t given him
more time to check the house. Or at least wait until he had come back upstairs
first.

He locked the bedroom door behind him. All of his
clothes hit the floor soundlessly. Emma watched him from the foot of the bed
without ever saying a word. The sheer, white chemise she wore rested high
enough on her hips to flash her bare skin underneath.

No panties.

Calisto’s throat tightened and his mouth went dry.

He was naked by the time he hit the bed.

“I’m safe,” she whispered to him. “After what happened
…”

“It’s all right. I get it.”

She didn’t need to go into all of that again tonight.
Once was enough for her.

Emma nodded.

Not once did he voice his earlier sentiments. Emma
didn’t say a thing when she reached for him, pulling him down to the soft
sheets beneath them.

Calisto’s mouth found Emma’s, wanting her taste and
her kiss. He liked the way her skin tasted under his tongue just before
sex—fevered, and sweet. Her nails raked down his chest to his hard cock, making
him shudder all over. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his length and
squeezed.

He lost his ability to breathe for a second.

But God, it was good.

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled against her lips.

Emma laughed a breathless sound. “Been a while.”

“Too long, Emmy.”

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

Emma whined, digging her fingers into his hips and
pressing the heels of her feet to his lower back. Calisto’s muscles clenched as
he held back the desire to spread Emma open even more, and dive right in. He
wanted to pound into her until his memories were sedated and he couldn’t think
about 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 sweet
spot between her legs. His thumb circled her hard, little clit slowly, and he
soaked in the sounds of her quiet cries below him. All it would take was just
the right shift of his hips and he’d be stretching her full and fucking her
hard.

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

“When I say so,” Calisto growled.

“
Calisto
.”

“I miss this.”

Emma quieted, but it didn’t last long. A long, broken
cry 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 the
same fucking time. He was caught up in seeing his fingers disappear into her
sex as he pumped them harder and deeper with each twist. His thumb rolled over
her 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. He
curled his fingers on the next thrust, and watched her back bow against the
bed. “Right there, Emmy, just like that. You’re going to come for me, and
you’re going to love it.”

“I want to,
please
.”

Right then, he knew.

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

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

Just him.

When her thighs started to shake, he leaned down and
caught 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 the
only thing she wanted to see.

Calisto didn’t give her the chance to recover. He pulled
his hand from between her thighs, pushed her legs open more like he wanted to,
and then he was pushing in.

He couldn’t fucking speak.

Not with her surrounding him like that.

All wet and hot to the touch.

Snug all around.

Emma let out the softest sound, and her lips parted
against his. Her head tilted back when he flexed his hips against hers, taking
her deeper, sinking in the rest of the way.

“Too long,” he repeated.

Her tongue peeked out, wetting her lips.

Calisto’s thumb followed right after, feeling the
smoothness of the plump flesh and her saliva.

“Jesus,” she mumbled. “Move. I need you to move, Cal.”

“We can do slow, Emmy, but it won’t last long. I
wanted this too much not to make it worth it.”

Emma sighed, pleased. “Just for a little while.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Fuck me.”

Dio
.

Yes.

Calisto wrapped his arm under her back and held tight.
His other hand drove into her hair and tangled there, rooted to the spot. His
thrusts came fast, hard, and deep, but they were all skin on skin, her
fingernails digging into his back, and his mouth never leaving hers.

Slow.

For a little while.

He soaked in her kitten-like sounds and the way her
body moved against his. He took in the taste of her skin where her shoulder met
her neck, and forced himself not to leave a mark behind. Her thighs tightened
around his hips, holding him closer as her pants of breath echoed into the
room.

So close.

Again.

“I’m going to come,” Emma said, stilted and sharp.

“Give it to me,” he demanded.

Calisto knew he couldn’t leave a single piece of him
behind on her body for someone to find, but that was okay. She left her own all
over him. Scored lines on his back that stung, but made his cock harder. Teeth
marks on his shoulder when she muffled her scream against his skin.

Beautiful
.

“Harder,” he heard Emma breathe.

He could do soft for a little while longer if that’s
what she wanted.

Apparently, she didn’t.

“Cal, again …
harder
,” she mumbled.

Whatever she wanted.

Calisto rolled them over in one quick movement. His
back hit the bed, and Emma was above him. She hadn’t been expecting the
surprise move, if her wide eyes were any indication.

“Hard as you want,” Calisto said. “Fucking take it,
Emmy.”

Her airy laugh washed over him.

And then her fingernails dug into his stomach. Air cut
through his teeth like a cat’s hiss. She leaned over him, her skin flushed and
pink, and her smile sinful.

So damn sexy.

“Will you ever tell me?” she asked.

Calisto found her gaze with his own. “Tell you what,
bella
?”

“That you love me.”

His chest constricted with pain.

Calisto was learning he was not good at hiding things
from this woman. Emma was far too quick to pick up on the things he didn’t say.

“Do you need me to?” he asked.

“I need …”

“What?”

Emma glanced away. “To be loved. No one does. I feel
alone all the time.”

“It’s not the same as saying it.”

“I know,” she whispered. “Will you?”

“I won’t take it away,” he said instead.

Emma’s lashes fluttered closed, but another one of her
smiles curved her lips upwards.

“Someday,” she told him.

Calisto couldn’t promise that.

Emma wasn’t looking for him to.

She rode him hard, so fast. She fell down over him,
tangled her hands in his hair, and buried her teeth in his jaw. He let her take
what she wanted, however she needed to have it. He grabbed her ass tight, and
her throat in his other hand as she fucked him wild.

Soft was good.

This was, too.

Emma didn’t relent when Calisto felt the telltale
tremors rocking his hands. A pressure built in the base of his spine, and he
told her to slow down.

She didn’t.

She bared her teeth, and begged him to come instead.

Calisto did—blinded and blissed.

Emma shivered each time Calisto’s fingers roved over
her shoulders. He liked the way she shuddered and twisted on him, how she
sighed and smiled, so he kept doing it.

She kissed his pec, and her lips curved wickedly.

“What are you grinning about?” he asked.

“You’re hard again.”

Calisto smirked, unashamed. “Yeah, I am.”

Emma propped her chin in her hand, watching Calisto.
“Where are we going with this? What are we doing now?”

“I don’t have a good answer.”

“Just this, huh?”

“It’s all there is, Emmy,” he murmured.

She let him run the tips of his fingers over her pink
lips. Her mouth opened a little, taking his digits into her wet heat before she
sucked on them gently.

And with another grin.

Calisto was harder than fucking steel. “Keep that up,
bella
donna
, and watch what I’ll do with that pretty mouth of yours.”

Emma released his fingers and winked. “Another time.”

Another time.

Because they would be doing this again.

Again and again and
again
.

Calisto didn’t even refute it. He wouldn’t. It was
difficult to turn something away when you wanted it more than you’d wanted
anything.

God knew he wanted Emma.

Emma laid her head back down on Calisto’s chest. “You
know, in all the stories ever told, the ending is almost always the same.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t know where she was going with this, but he
let her talk.

“Do tell,” Calisto urged.

“The good guys always win. The bad guys always lose.”

For the most part, she was right.

“What about it, Emmy?”

“We’re not the good guys here, Calisto,” she
whispered.

And they wouldn’t win.

Calisto kept running his fingers over her soft, smooth
skin. “Don’t look at it that way.”

“How else should I look at it, then?”

“Don’t think about it at all,” he said.

“Impossible,” she mumbled.

Like us
, he thought.

“You’re good for me, Emma,” Calisto said, holding her
tighter. “And that’s good enough for me. Nobody said that was bad.”

Emma let out a quiet breath, shifted her weight on
him, and then her hand was reaching down to grasp the base of his cock. All of
Calisto’s thoughts were lost the moment Emma lowered her hips and took his cock
in again.