The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 334

Liora’s POV

Our mouths slammed together, slanting across one another like they belonged there.

And for the first time, neither of us pulled away. Neither of us called this a mistake, even though we probably knew we should. Because, for once, we couldn’t help but admit to ourselves that this was what he wanted, and it was right, and perfect.

My back hit the mat, but I hardly felt it. Callum caught me in one arm, cushioning my fall while simultaneously pressing his body against mine.

Every inch of him was warm and firm, like a weighted blanket. His legs moved between mine, hitching one of my knees up, hooking it around his hips with a free hand. He pulled me closer, of his own accord, as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

Gods, he tasted so good. Like sweat and spearmint and him.

I hadn’t realized just how much I missed that taste, like one eventually forgets how much they craved sugar after a long time eating clean, or the taste of coffee.

I tilted my head forward, opening my mouth further, giving him deeper access.

He groaned into my mouth as our tongues tangled together, battling for dominance.

I curled my fingers into his shirt and pulled him closer still. He groaned again, then drew my lower lip through his teeth. Bit down. Hard. I gasped, eyes opening for a moment, pulling back just enough to look at him before I threw him down against the mat and straddled him.

My shirt came off over my head without conscious thought. I didn’t know if it was him or me that did it, but it didn’t matter. His hands cupped my breasts an instant later, thumbs running over my nipples, making them peak through the thin fabric of my sports bra.

Not enough. I needed more, more of this, more of him, and to hell with the consequences.

We stared at each other, not breaking eye contact. His eyes were dark, throat bobbing with the effort of a hard swallow. His member was larger than I expected, even through his pants, and for a moment, all I could think about was how perfect it would feel to have it inside of me.

But then everything shifted.

“No,” he whispered. He grabbed my wrist, firmly but gently, and pulled it away. His voice was rough. “Liora, we can’t.”

Of course. Of course we fucking couldn’t.

I shot to my feet, yanking my arm away. My breasts swayed, and his eyes flicked to them, but he looked away as I pulled my shirt back on over my head.