Hailee's POV
Before I could even catch my breath, Callum leaned forward, his hands sliding back to my waist. There was something feral in his eyes—like he hadn't gotten enough, like the taste of me still lingered in his mind and drove him insane.
"Lie back," he murmured, voice low, hoarse, commanding.
My breath hitched. "W-what?"
He didn't repeat himself. Instead, he gently guided me down onto the back seat, pushing aside the mess of my skirt. His fingers hooked under my panties, dragging them down slowly—agonizingly slow—his eyes never leaving mine.
"Callum…" I whispered, my voice trembling.
He smirked slightly, his breath ghosting over my inner thigh as he settled between my legs.
"You teased me," he said, his voice dark and warm against my skin. "Now I'm going to return the favor."
I couldn't respond. My body was already on fire.
The first swipe of his tongue was slow and teasing—like he was savoring me. I gasped, my hips jerking, hands flying to grip the seat.
