He gently removed her hand, pressing her back into the mattress. “Not yet,” he said, his lips finding her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. “I promised you five, remember?”
Before she could protest, his mouth was on her breast again, his tongue circling her nipple as his fingers returned between her thighs. He worked her slowly this time, building her pleasure with patience, savoring each gasp and shiver.
When he felt her body clench around him, he shifted lower, replacing his fingers with his mouth. Her taste was even richer now, her arousal coating his tongue as he licked into her. He groaned against her, the vibration making her hips buck against him.
“Oh God,” she gasped, her nails biting crescents into his shoulders. “Callum, I-I’m going to—”
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly against her clit as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit the spot that always made her scream. Her third orgasm crashed through her with such force no sound came out of her mouth as her lips parted in a silent scream, her body convulsing beneath him.
Callum didn’t stop, didn’t give her time to recover. He kept his mouth on her, his fingers moving inside her, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. Her fourth orgasm followed quickly on the heels of her third, a breathless, keening sound escaping her as her body tensed and released.
“Come here,” she said, breathlessly reaching for him, and he couldn’t resist her call if he tried.
He rose above her, his cock pulsing with need as he positioned himself at her entrance. He stared down at her, one hand stroking himself as the other dragged up her stomach, feeling every inch of her skin.
“I could look at you forever like this—”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, Callum Thane,” she interrupted, her voice a delicious mix of command and plea, “I swear I’ll never forgive you.”
He grinned at her, and Lira’s answering smile was so pure, so breathtaking, it healed every piece of his heart he’d broken when he’d walked away from her.
“I love you,” he whispered, the words still new, still precious on his tongue as he pushed into her slowly.
Callum watched her face for any sign of discomfort as he filled her, the sensation overwhelming—tight, wet heat enveloping him inch by inch, her body yielding to his in perfect surrender. He paused halfway, gritting his teeth against the urge to thrust fully into her. It had been so long, and she felt so perfect around him.
Lira sighed, her body arching into his as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
“Fuck.” The word was a groan tearing from his throat as he sank completely into her. For a moment he remained perfectly still, closing his eyes to keep from ending it all too soon as she gasped into his neck.
Callum forced his eyes open as he began to rock into her, slow and deep, savoring each stroke. His forehead dropped to hers, their breathsmingling in the narrow space between them. Her eyes remained open, locked with his—a connection more intimate than their joined bodies. In those dark blue depths, he saw everything he’d ever wanted.
“I’m so fucking in love with you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers.
“Show me,” she whispered back, and Callum snapped his hips forward at the command.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails raking over his skin as he set a rhythm that had her panting beneath him. Each thrust built the pressure in his spine, the coiling heat low in his belly. But he held back, determined to bring her pleasure first, to watch her come apart in his arms.
He shifted his weight, changing the angle of his thrusts, and was rewarded with Lira’s sharp gasp. Her eyes widened, pupils blown with pleasure as he hit that perfect spot inside her.
“There,” she breathed, her voice catching. “Right there, don’t stop.”
Callum increased his pace, driving into her with controlled power, his muscles burning with the effort of holding back his own release. He slipped a hand between their bodies, finding her clit with practiced fingers, circling in time with his thrusts.
“More,” she gasped, her thighs tightening against him. “Please.”
“Come for me again,” he urged, his voice a low growl against her ear. “One more time, love. Let me feel you.”
He rolled them, settling her on top of him without breaking their connection. The new position let him see all of her—the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the way her hair fell around her shoulders like dark waters. She braced her hands on his chest, rising and falling at her own pace, taking her pleasure from him in a way that made his blood sing.
“You’re a goddess,” he breathed, hands gripping her hips to help guide her movements. “Mygoddess.”
The possessiveness in his voice should have frightened him, but it felt right. She was his now, as he was hers.
He had always been hers.
Callum watched, entranced as Lira rode him, her body moving in a rhythm that seemed to pulse through his entire being. She looked down at him, their eyes locking, and there was such an intensity in her gaze that he felt as though she was seeing right into his soul.
Her fingers dug into his chest as her movements grew faster, more urgent. The heat of her surrounded him, gripped him, dragging him closer to the point of no return with each thrust.
