His eyes shifted away again, not touched by those words…just disappointed.
“Callum.”
He turned his focus back on me.
“I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me.”
His stare remained hard and focused, and he gave no reaction to my accusation. Just let it hang in the air between us, a cloud of smoke we both had to inhale while fighting the urge to cough. It grew and festered like an infected wound that turned the skin as green as the scales of a snake. “There’s nothing,Xivin.”
4
CALLUM
When I finished with my shower, I stepped into the kitchen to find Lily at the counter, taking all the items out of the basket that had been delivered by one of the servants. Fresh meat wrapped in parchment, prepared casseroles that only needed to be reheated, raw fruits and vegetables, and then some apple-cinnamon muffins.
I remained in the doorway as I watched her unpack everything, wearing only my shirt that fit her like a dress and her knee-high socks. I felt like I was back in time, popping in for a visit when she least expected me or watching her like a fly on the wall, when she couldn’t see me.
She stilled then released a quiet gasp when she realized I was there. “Still not used to this.”
“I’ll never get used to it.” The two of us in domestic bliss, hidden behind walls that protected our peace from the outside world. The simple joys I used to know had come backto me, like the taste of food, the benefits of a good night’s sleep, the physical satisfaction of a woman’s touch.
And not just any woman…butmywoman.
She walked up to me, nearly a foot shorter than me, despite her impressive height, and she hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me. Kissed me like I’d just come home after a long day building a house for a client or hunting in the woods. Like she hadn’t just lain with me an hour ago. In the middle of our kiss, she whispered to me. “I love you.” She dug her fingers into my hair and fisted the strands.
No other words had ever made me so weak. But once they were uttered by Lily Rothschild, I felt all my strength tumble to the ground. My heart was slow and calm when she was in another room, but the second she entered my space, it raced like a running horse. She made me feel alive and excited and serene all at the same time.
This was what I’d wanted from the moment we met, but I couldn’t accept that it was real.
Because I was afraid that it wouldn’t last forever.
That it would change once she knew the truth…when I finally found the courage to tell her.
She pulled away to look at me, her hand on my cheek. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.” Then she trailed her fingers over my chin and down my chest. “What can we do for fifteen minutes…”
I scooped my arm underneath her thighs and lifted her into me, while I snaked my other hand into her hair. Despite theimpressive muscles on her body, she still felt so weightless to me.
I knew I wouldn’t make it to the bed, so I chose the couch instead, laying her down as I rolled on top of her.
But she turned around underneath me, rolling onto her stomach on the couch, and then she popped her ass up as she lifted her shirt over her hips. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and tugged them down to her knees to reveal her thick and muscular ass. Then she looked at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me, Callum. Like a whore.”
This woman made me so damn hard.
“I want you to.” It was the most tantalizing angle of her, looking at me sideways with her ass on display, her ass begging for me.
I preferred to make love to her, the eye contact, the union of the rest of our bodies because I was madly in love with this woman. I wanted that intimacy because it turned me on in a way nothing else ever could.
But I was still a man, and I didn’t mind this one bit.
I lowered my trousers and my underwear, and my cock dropped right between her cheeks. I had to tilt my hips to provide enough room for my dick to find her entrance—and I immediately slid inside without resistance.
She moaned loudly right from the start.
I grabbed on to her hair and yanked it back before I slammed into her, over and over, giving her my full length on repeat.
She moaned and pushed back against me, wanting it as hard as I gave it to her, moaning and whimpering and saying my name like it was our first session for the day, when it had to have been our third or fourth. “Yes…Callum.”
The only thing I hated about it was how damn good it was. How hard I had to work to make it last, to keep my sword in the sheath so I wouldn’t interrupt her grand finale.
