“I wasn’t able to see your full features from here,” he says softly from behind me. I turn to see him holding one of his t-shirts. He’s looking down at it sheepishly. I turn back to look closer at the sketches. They’re all of me.
Every single one.
“I don’t know what to say,” I murmur, barely above a whisper. I feel him invade my space just then, the heat from his body washing over my back. I stand still, savoring his proximity. After everything that has happened, the tense knot of nerves at the pit of my stomach releases a little now that we’re alone together.
“I told you,” he says against my ear, the purr of his voice sending shivers down my spine. “I told you I would always be there, whether youwanted me to be there or not.” His fingers lightly trail from the base of my ear down my neck to my shoulders, leaving tiny electric currents in their wake. His fingers slide lower, down my side, then he grips my hip and pulls me back into him. I can feel his arousal against me, and my stomach swoops in a wave of desire. He slowly lifts the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms, allowing him to strip it off. And as he does, I have this thought that my clothes aren’t the only things being stripped away.
His presence is slowly stripping away my fear of being alone, of the nightmares that inevitably come, of the flashbacks that nearly debilitate me. Somehow, none of that seems so frightening anymore. Every touch of his lips to my skin clears the fog a little more. And I need more of it. I reach my arm behind me and curl a hand around the back of his neck as I arch into him.
He hisses raggedly and whispers, “Fuck, baby.”
I turn in his arms to face him. His eyes glitter in the muted lamplight as they devour me. It’s almost too much, and I feel a shudder of nervous pleasure as I reach down to unbutton his jeans. He glances down at my hand, then back up at me, wearing a wicked half-smile. I push his jeans down as his hands tear at the rest of my clothes, ripping them off and throwing them to the floor. I grab his face and pull him in, letting out a little giggle as he hoists me up and guides my legs around his waist. Instead of laying me down on the bed, he walks us to the chaise lounge in the corner and lowers himself down, allowing me to straddle his lap.
Without thinking, I grind myself into him. He moans, a low, deep sound, and his mouth finds my nipple. He gently teases it with his teeth,then his tongue, and I feel myself starting to lose it. I gasp and grind into him again, and he growls in response.
He reaches down between us and guides his cock into me, slowly, the tip sliding inside. I pause and raise up onto my knees just a little, grinning against his mouth. He pulls back to look at me, his eyes hooded with desire.
“Sit down, Maeve,” he says, his voice husky.
“Yes, sir,” I say, lowering myself just a little, teasing him. He growls and grips my hips firmly.
“Right now, baby.”
Chapter 29
Maeve
Ustulation (n) the act of scorching or burning
The room is filled with electricity, and I’m the conduit. His voice is gruff, intoxicating, and his breath hovers on the sensitive skin between my collarbone and neck. His fingertips dig into my hips as I lower myself down slowly, feeling myself stretch around his thick shaft. Callum hisses against my neck, sinking his teeth into my flesh just hard enough to switch from pain to pleasure in an instant, and waves of pleasure radiate straight to my core.
“Fuck, Maeve,” he whispers hoarsely. “You’re so fucking tight.”
The moment he’s fully inside me, a moan escapes as if it were snatched by shadows. His grip tightens enough that I’ll likely have more fingerprints adorning my hips. But I don’t care. All I want is him, and this moment.
“Oh, god, Callum,” I cry as I feel every inch of him, consuming me from the inside out. His answering growl makes the fire burn hotter with every passing second. I start to rock my hips, and his hands pull me down, keeping the pace with me. I feel his tip pressing on that perfect spot, making the air thinner with each thrust. My breathing is unsteady, the friction we’re building driving me over the edge. He groans in myear before releasing my hips and pulling my chest to his. He wraps his arms around me, and I whimper.
His husky laugh vibrates into me. “Don’t worry,mo agra. I’m not finished with you just yet.” No sooner than the words leave his mouth, he angles himself, adjusting my position as he starts thrusting in and out. His pace is slow and steady, and it sends a current of ecstasy running through my veins. Suddenly, his thrusts become rapid and feral. I grip the bedding as stars fill my vision.
“Callum,oh fuck,” I gasp, and he responds with a growl as his grip on my hips tightens and he pounds harder and harder. I’m becoming nothing and everything all at once. He’s in control, and I don’t know if I ever want it back.
“Cum for me, Maeve,” he commands through gritted teeth. “Cum on my cock like the good girl I know you are.”
And that’s all it takes for my body to completely give in. I shudder atop him, my hips bucking and rocking without control, and he grabs my hips again, pushing me further down on his cock. It’s pure ecstasy. I let out a throaty moan, and I hear him hiss, his control lost as his body shivers beneath me.
I collapse on him, my breathing shallow and fast. His hands are still roaming my body, and his cock is still hard and inside me. He presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to my forehead, and the intimacy of it overwhelms me. As I lean against him, our bodies molding together, I know with absolute certainty thatthisis what I’d been saving myself for, that there has never been and will never be anyone else for me.
“I’ve been waiting all day to be inside of you,” he murmurs, a sexy smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Let’s get you in the shower and wash the day off.” I try standing up, but his plans don’t involve pulling out of me. He stands, keeping himself buried in me as he walks us to the bathroom.
He crosses the marble floor, holding me tightly, and we step into a huge walk-in shower. He clicks a button, turning on the waterfall feature along with the rainfall overhead. The water warms quickly, and he steps in, placing me under the water. My skin begins to warm all over again, and my muscles, already loose and languid, relax even more. I feel myself sinking into him, weightless. He presses his forehead into mine, slowly lowering me to the ground. I whimper in protest.
“Shhh, let me take care of you,” he whispers in my ear before turning me around, pulling my naked back to his chest. He tucks my hair over my shoulder and plants a trail of kisses from my ear to my neck until he reaches the peak of my shoulder. I angle my head to the side, giving him better access.
He steps away for a moment, leaving my backside cool without his body heat, and I watch him reach for the soap. I grin when I realize it isn’t just any soap. It’smysoap, the same soap I use every day.
“You think of everything.”
He returns my smile, tilting his head as he gazes at me. “Orin told me what you liked, and I made sure that the staff picked some up for you.”
