The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Callie's POV.

My reply is so quiet, I wonder for a second if he heard me.

But Nate must have heard my permission, because he gradually slides my thong down my legs, taking it off completely.

I keep my eyes shut and I keep biting down on my thumb, distracting myself so that the panic doesn't bubble up.

He gently runs his fingers over my lower lips and my breath catches in my throat. He parts my lips with his finger and runs it up and down.

Once wet with my juices, he eases one finger inside me.

Instantly, I clench around him. My heart rate spikes, and my throat feels like it's closing.

The way Nate is touching me is nothing like that night, but I'm still freaking out.

I don't say anything, or make any movement, but Nate must hear the change in my breathing. He quickly pulls his hand back and kisses my left thigh.

'I'll stop,' he whispers.

He starts to move, and I put my hands on his shoulders, stop him.

'No! Please, don't. I just…need a second,' I plead.

Nate lies back down between my legs, kissing my thighs soothingly. I take deep breaths and try to get my throat to open and relax.

Nate's mouth gets close to my core, and I feel his hot breath across the junction between my legs.

'What if I just use my mouth' He questions from below.

'Your m—mouth' I ask nervously.

Nate chuckles. 'Yes. My tongue.'

I swallow hard.

Oh my.

'Um—' I stutter. 'Do you want to'

I can practically see Nate grinning. 'Of course. Wait, have you never been eaten out before'

His words have my cheeks burning against, thank Goddess for the darkness.

'No,' I admit quietly.

'In twenty—eight years, you've never had someone go down on you' Nate seems incredulous at this revelation. 'Well, shit. Now, I want you to feel it even more.'

I remain silent and wait for him to move. He is patient, giving me another chance to back out.

When I don't move, Nate moves his mouth closer to my core. He parts my lips and blows gently, making me squirm. He chuckles and then places a kiss exactly over my clit.

I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation.

His tongue darts out and flicks my clit once. It's like my whole—body jolts with pleasure.

'Oh my…' I moan as he picks up the full length of my core, ending at my clit.

He circles the bundle of nerves and moves back down. His tongue teases my entrance and then pushes inside, making me gasp. It's a strange, but very welcome sensation.

His tongue feels so different from his finger. Different enough that I don't panic at all. All I can do is focus on how good it feels.

Nate buries his tongue inside me and then pulls out, moving back up to my clit. My breath catches in my throat, and I grip the sheets.

My back arches as pleasure grip me. Nate's tongue is like sweet torture. He flicks it back and forth over my clit until I see white spots in my vision.

An orgasm builds and my body trembles.

'Nate,' I beg breathily. 'Don't stop.'

He doesn't answer, his tongue never wavering from its task. The pleasure builds and then overwhelms me. It rolls through my body in waves, making me undulate against his mouth.

Nate's hands grip my thighs, holding me in place whilst he continues worshipping me with his tongue.

I gasp for breath, trying to breathe through the indescribable euphoria I'm feeling.

The pleasurable waves fade out and I finally feel like I can catch my breath again. I come down from my high and fall back against the sheets, thoroughly spent.

My breathing is still fast and shallow as I calm down. Nate kisses up and down my inner thighs, not moving from his spot between my legs.

'Are you not coming back up' I ask quietly, when I've got my voice back.

'I was hoping you'd let me do that again,' he responds.

My mouth drops open. 'Again'

Without answering, Nate's mouth returns to my core. I jump at the sudden suction of his lips around my bundle of nerves.

I don't protest. I lie back and let him please me again.

Why would I want to say no when it feels this good

Nate coaxes another two climaxes from me with his mouth. Not once does he move his fingers to my core. He respects my fears and uses only his lips and tongue.

I'm a shivering mess by the time he finally moves up the bed to lie next to me. He gathers me into his arms and holds me close. I cling onto him and thank him repeatedly.

I kiss all over his face whilst he chuckles.

'Thank you for trusting me with your body,' he says sweetly. 'I know that was a big step for you, so thank you for trusting me enough.'

His words make my eyes burn with the threat of tears. He's right. It did take a lot, but he proved it worthwhile. I can trust Nate; I know I can.

'Thank you for being careful with me,' I reply. 'I know I can trust you.'

He holds me tighter.

'Always, baby. You can always trust me.'

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A week passes and Nate and I settle into our new routines, living together. I unpack all of my things and start making my own touches to the house.

I don't change much, simply because it still feels very new to me, and I don't want to dominate his space. It's nice not having to travel back to my old house and pack for when I stay over, everything is already at our place when I need it.

Nate and I don't have any more…sexual activity. He refuses to touch me and won't let me touch him. It drives me mad with frustration, but he wants to wait and make sure that I want this. He doesn't want us rushing into anything.

I understand that he's trying to respect me, but there's only so much time and space that I need. He's my mate, I want to be with him, fully.

I think he's just really worried about pushing me. He wants me to know that there's no pressure, but it's been a week and I know that! I don't want to wait anymore; I want him to mark me.

I see how happy his sister and Jayce are and how happy my brother and Lexi are, and I want that. I want everyone to know that I am his from his mark on my neck. I want him to proudly show me off. I want my happy ending; I've waited so long for it.

Nate and I decide to have burger night on Saturday night. We grill the patties and prep all of our ingredients.

I love it when we cook together. We both enjoy preparing meals and, at the same time, we're silly and mess about. We play music and dance around the kitchen, laughing and joking with one another.

Both of us get a little overly excited about burger night. By the time we've got the finished burgers on our plates, they're stacked so high that they're impossible to eat.

The bun slices are so far apart from each other because there is an entire stack of toppings on our burger patties.

Cheese and relish dripping off the sides and my mouth waters at the sight of it.

We end up having to break the burgers down to be able to eat them. I even resort to using cutlery to eat my burger, which I never usually do.

'Okay,' Nate admits. 'Maybe next time, we use fewer ingredients.'

I nod in agreement. 'I'll confess that six toppings is probably too many.'

Nate laughs with me.

'Definitely. Although, they do taste incredible.'

We demolish our burgers, clearing our plates completely. We're both foodies and we enjoy our meals.

Neither of us has room for dessert, so we stick to a movie and cuddle on the sofa, trying to digest our mammoth—sized dinner.

When the credits roll, I turn to face Nate. I'm lying on top of him on the sofa and use the position to my advantage.

I bring my knees up on either side of his thighs and straddle his lap. Nate watches me with a heated gaze as I lean down over him.

I press my lips to his, letting him know what I want tonight. I grind against his crotch and push my tongue into his mouth.

Nate's hands instantly go to my hips to hold me in place. He breaks the kiss and looks at me with hooded eyes.

'Are you sure'

I grin at him. 'Definitely.'

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