Savage (The Callie Leveaux Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

what’s left of my broken soul. “Seeing Rich just…”
    “Shh, I know, baby,” she whispers, resting her hand against my face and holding my gaze.
    Callie knows all about the shit I went through. She knows all about the places my mind go to when I see Richie or am faced with my past. She not only knows everything, she’s saw it happen firsthand.
    Callie Leveaux knew me at one of my darkest points and with the exception of Richie, she’s the only person that never left my side. I told her shit I never have and never will tell another soul and she never judged me.
    Matter of fact, I think it may have made her love me even more.
    The thing about addiction is that as hard as it is to kick, it’s easy as fuck to slip back into. Whether she’ll admit hers out loud or not, Callie’s addiction helps her understand mine. Because of that and all the other shit we’ve been through together, she’s the only one who’s ever been able to help me escape my head.
    I’m in the middle of a particularly fucked up memory when her soft, raspy voice pulls me back to reality.
    “Don’t think about it anymore, okay?” she whispers, her lips so close I feel them lightly moving against mine. “Let me help you feel better.”
    As she hooks her arm around my neck, she pushes her tongue into my mouth, every stroke of her tongue pushing the darkness away from my mind. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure when I return her kiss with more force and I feel us begin to melt into each other. Her tongue laps at mine slowly before I feel her begin to suck, pulling a groan from my chest. As she bites down on my lip, her eyes flutter open and find mine already gazing back at her.
    Gradually, the memories that haunt me begin to fall away, one by one, and all that remains is us.
    “Your mouth tastes so good, Callie,” I husk out, eventually breaking the kiss and holding her hooded gaze.
    “You think that’s good, you should taste the rest of me,” she breathes against my mouth before raising her playful gaze to meet mine, biting down on my lip.
    Chuckling darkly against her mouth, I slip a finger between her thighs as I hold her eyes. Reaching for the cup in her hand, I take a sip and set it on the table beside me before roughly pushing her back onto the couch. The force causes her to let out a gasp and before she has a chance to recuperate, my mouth is on her.
    “Shit Tommy!” she shrieks when my cold tongue makes contact with her swollen clit.
    I use one arm to pin her down, my shoulders holding her knees apart. For a second, she struggles against the feel of the cold against her, but it’s short lived.
    As I spread her open with my fingers, flattening my tongue against her and lapping at her in long, torturous strokes. She begins grinding against my face in minutes, her hand resting in my hair and gripping hard, keeping me in place as she shudders in pleasure. Sucking her into my mouth, I begin teasing her with my fingers, slipping them in slowly until she’s panting, gasping for air.
    “Please baby,” she begs. “Please make me come, Tommy!”
    Raising my eyes to meet hers, I thrust my fingers in deep as I wrap my lips around her clit and begin to suck hard. The action causes her head to drop back in pleasure, her eyes to flutter closed. As I bite down in protest, she lets out a sharp gasp and her eyes pop open, immediately meeting mine as she continues to heave, grinding her slick pussy against my mouth.
    “Good girl,” I hum around her, immediately thrusting my fingers back in and sucking with more force, sending her into a spiral.
    This time, her heavy eyes stay locked on me as she pants my name. When she comes into my mouth, I let out another groan, loving the taste of her release as it washes over my tongue. She continues to moan as I lap at her, refusing to waste even a drop. When she’s licked clean, I kiss her swollen clit and slowly release my grip on her thighs.
    “Better?” I ask as I rise slightly.
    “Yeah,” she