Chapter 186 Chapter 186
Calvin's POV
I parted her legs wider, running my hands through her soft thighs. I bit into the flesh of her thigh, unable to resist and she let out a soft sound.
I give her thigh a few more bites before moving to her wet heat and blowing on it. She squeaked with surprise.
“What are you doing? Don't tease me.” She whined and I smiled beside myself before diving down and eating her out like she was my last meal on death row.
I trailed my tongue up my labia lips, tasting her sweet nectar. I took one of her folds into her mouth, sucking while my tongue breached her wet heat. I continued to tongue her slit, getting drunk on her juices and falling further into the abyss.
I licked a stripe up her folds and paused, setting my sights on her cute little nub. I flicked my tongue over her clit and I saw it twitch as she bit back a moan.
I closed my mouth around the erect organ, sucking vigorously and biting lightly while alternating with lapping and licking. Her thighs shook and her voice rose up in volume, she tried to close her thighs around my head, perhaps in an attempt to stop the sweet torture but I held her thighs still, opening her wider for me; basking in the lewd sounds that escape her mouth.
“C– Calvin… Stop…I'm— I'm……” The words barely left her mouth as her back arched off the bed and her body shook as she came undone. Her hand grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled but it wasn't nearly hard enough to hurt.
I kept sucking on the pink flesh even through her orgasm and her hips buckled as she tried to come down from her high.
Her slick leaked out from her cunt and I finally took my mouth off of her nub to lap at the delicious nectar, teasing her soft inner walls with my tongue.
The sight of her, post orgasm was bliss but I wasn't nearly done. My chest swelled with pride at the sight of her. My cock strained painfully hard against my pants once more, begging for release and once again surprising me with how turned on I got from seeing her fall apart from my touch.
I loved how thoroughly debauched she looked with her hair matted around her forehead, her skin glistening with sweat, her breath ragged, small tears running down the side of her eyes and an oh so sinful blush painting her cheeks. It was glorious and it was an image I wanted to burn into my memory.
I wanted to see more of her fall apart. More.
I moved up to her eye level and maintained eye contact with her as I licked her juices off my lips, moaning obscenely at the taste, like it was the most delicious thing in the world. She turned away in embarrassment, face burning red and it made me grin.
She was catching her breath, chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes glassy with satisfaction, and her lips swollen from our heated kisses. Goddess, she was breathtaking. The way her body glowed with that post-orgasmic bliss made my chest swell with pride.
“You taste so damn good,” I murmured, licking my lips slowly, savoring the lingering sweetness of her on my tongue.
Kamrynn let out a squeak of protest and quickly grabbed a pillow, hiding her flushed face behind it.
I chuckled softly. “Cute,” I said, reaching out to brush a strand of damp hair from her forehead, though she kept her face buried.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from her and stood at the edge of the bed, peeling off my clothes. My shirt came off first, then my pants. My cock sprang free, rock-hard and aching, but this wasn’t about me. It was about her.
It was about making her feel safe and good.
I climbed back onto the bed and leaned over her, gently prying the pillow from her hands. She lowered it slowly, her wide, glistening eyes locking onto mine with a mix of shyness and anticipation. There was trust there, and it made my heart ache. After everything I’d done, she still trusted me enough to let me in.
I gently parted her legs, running my hands along the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Her body trembled beneath my touch—not with fear, I thought, but with anticipation.
I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her thigh, then another, working my way upward slowly, savoring the little gasps and shivers I coaxed from her.
But then, something changed.
She tensed suddenly, her whole body going rigid beneath my touch.
“Kam?” I whispered, lifting my head to look at her, but before I could fully register what was happening, she kicked me hard in the chest, scrambling back on the bed with wide, terrified eyes.
“Stop!” she cried, her voice high-pitched and shaky. “Please… stop! It hurts!”
I froze, my heart plummeting as her words slammed into me like a wrecking ball.
It hurts.
Those were the same words she used to say back then—when I pinned her down, ignoring her tears and pleas.
“Kamrynn,” I said softly, raising my hands in surrender as I backed away, giving her space. “It’s okay… you’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you.”
But she wasn’t hearing me.
Her breathing grew ragged, shallow, and uneven. Her chest heaved as she struggled to get air into her lungs. Tears streamed down her face, and she clutched the blanket to her chest, her whole body trembling violently.
“Kam, breathe,” I urged gently, trying to keep my own panic at bay. “Just breathe, okay? In and out. Slowly.”
She didn’t respond. Her eyes darted around the room, unfocused, like she was looking for an escape, her mind trapped in the past.
My gut twisted painfully. I had seen her scared before, but never like this.
This wasn’t fear.
This was terror.
And I had caused it.
“Kamrynn,” I tried again, my voice cracking with emotion. “It’s me. It’s Calvin. You’re safe. I swear.”
She rocked back and forth, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as if her body couldn’t decide whether to fight or flee.
“Please… stay away from me… it hurts,” she whimpered, her voice breaking on the last word, and I felt like someone had just driven a knife straight through my heart.
Regret hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from my lungs.
I’d destroyed her.
The realization cut deeper than any physical wound ever could. I had broken the woman I loved, shattered her so completely that even now, when she was finally willing to give me a second chance, her body still reacted with fear.
I felt sick.
“Kamrynn,” I said softly, forcing myself to stay where I was, even though every instinct screamed at me to go to her, to hold her and make it all better. But I knew I couldn’t do that. Not now. Not when she was looking at me like I was a monster.
Slowly, I reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed and tossed it to her. She caught it with trembling hands, pulling it tightly around her as she tried to calm her breathing.
“I won’t hurt you,” I promised, my voice cracking slightly. “You’re safe.”
She didn’t say anything, but her breathing began to slow, the wild, panicked look in her eyes gradually fading.
After a few agonizing minutes, she seemed to realize what had happened. Her shoulders slumped, and she wiped at her tear-streaked face, avoiding my gaze.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
My heart broke all over again.
“No,” I said firmly. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is on me. I’m the one who should be apologizing—for everything. For hurting you. For destroying the one person I love more than anything.”
Her eyes flicked up to mine, wide and unsure.
“I love you, Kamrynn,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I always have. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you’ll let me. But there’s no rush. We’ll take it slow, step by step, until you’re comfortable. Until you’re not afraid anymore.”
She swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes again, but this time, they weren’t tears of fear.
Tentatively, she reached out and took my hand, her fingers trembling slightly. “I… I want to try,” she said softly.
I nodded, squeezing her hand gently. “We’ll try together.”
I moved closer, careful to keep my movements slow and non-threatening, and pulled her into my arms. She rested her head against my chest, her body still trembling slightly, and I rubbed soothing circles on her back, whispering soft reassurances.
She sobbed quietly, and I held her tighter, silently vowing that I would never hurt her again.
We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other, letting the silence stretch between us. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t a fairy tale.
But it was a start. We had a long road ahead of us.