Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

immediate fulfillment has me digging my fingernails into his neck, trying to
get closer.
Extracting his mouth from mine, he huffs out a shaky breath, glancing
between us, watching with glazed eyes where he disappears into me.
Droplets from the shower rain down his skin, clinging to the wet strands
of his inky hair, and soaking his clothes. Though, he doesn’t seem to mind
the latter, focusing instead on the nakedness in front of him.
The lust flushing his face makes my stomach twist deliciously, but it still
isn’t quite enough.
“Kallum,” I cry, losing track of the number of times I’ve said his name at
this point. He cants his hips forward, sealing our skin together, and I flutter
around him, distraught.
His eyes flash with something sinister as he looks up at me, cocking a
brow.
“Something the matter?” he asks, continuing his sensual assault.
There’s still a bead of my blood collected at the corner of his mouth, and
I lean up, licking it off with the tip of my tongue, reveling in the metallic
flavor, my body lighting up like the Fourth of July when I recall the way it
felt to have him draw it from me.
The slight of pain, drowned out by the crazed glint in his dark gaze as he
sucked and laved, as if it was the juice of a pomegranate and he was starved
in the Underworld.
Capturing his bottom lip between my teeth, I tug sharply, loving how the
gesture causes him to ram harder into me. I gasp, trying to memorize the
feeling of having him fully seated inside me, and then he pulls back, tsking.
“What is it? Is my cock not enough for my slutty little wife?” He
punctuates each word with a sharp jab of his hips, his tip stabbing against my
G-spot, making me dizzy.
“More,” I croak, shifting my hips, trying to guide the movements myself.
He pinches my ass, landing the flat of one palm against one cheek. “I’m
trying to go slow.”
“I don’t need slow,” I say.
Chuckling darkly, he pulls out until he’s just barely inside me, my pussy
clenching around air. “I wasn’t doing it for you, little one.”
Kal pistons his hips, fucking me so hard all of a sudden that the glass
door rattles on its hinges. My palms slap against the material, slipping with
the force of each brutal thrust, tension coiling tight in my stomach,