"Callum—" she sobs, writhing, trying to chase the pleasure.
I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she shatters—grinding against my face as she comes, wild and gorgeous, crying out my name like it’s the only word she knows.
I don't stop.
I keep fucking her with my fingers, keep flicking her clit with my tongue until she's sobbing with overstimulation, too wrecked to form a coherent thought.
"One more," I whisper against her drenched skin."Give me one more, sweetheart.I know you can."
"Can't—" she gasps, but her body tells a different story, already tightening around my fingers again.
"You can," I promise darkly."Youwill."
I rub her clit harder, faster, letting my fingers fuck up into her at a relentless rhythm, and shescreamswhen she comes again, squeezing down so hard I swear I could die happy between her thighs.
When she collapses back against the pillows, utterly spent, I finally ease off—pressing a kiss to her trembling inner thigh.
I crawl up her body, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and she grabs me, pulling me down into a kiss that’s messy and needy and desperate.
"You taste like me," she whispers, dazed, licking my bottom lip like she can't help herself.
"Good," I rasp, kissing her harder."Because you’re all over me.You’re fucking everywhere."
We stay just like that, hearts hammering against each other, both of us too wrecked to move.
Eventually, she tries to reach for my belt again, but I catch her wrist, pressing it gently to the mattress.
"Not tonight," I say, voice hoarse.
Her brow furrows."But that's not fair."
"Life rarely is."
"Callum."She props herself up on one elbow."Are you seriously telling me you're going to...what?Just walk away now?"
"Not walk away.”My gaze remains steady.“Merely relocate to another cabin."
She sits up fully."Why?"
I brush a strand of hair from her flushed face."Because tonight was about you."
She studies me."This wasn't part of the 'getting it out of our system' plan, was it?"
"Plans change."
"So do we," she says softly.
I lean down to kiss her—gently this time, without the earlier urgency."Get some sleep, Karina."
As I turn to leave, she calls after me: "This doesn't make sense, you know."
"I'm aware."
"And it definitely won't work."
"Probably not."
"And tomorrow will be awkward as hell."
