I started to grind into him, getting lost in the pleasure he gave me with his kiss. “Callum…”
The sound of his name seemed to snap his patience because he straightened and grabbed my hips before he tugged me to him, bending me in place before his narrow hips slid between my thighs and he started to sink into my flesh.
The soreness made it hurt, but I wanted this man so much I didn’t care.
He’d made love to me in the beginning, but now he’d become more aggressive and territorial. He grabbed me by the throat and gently squeezed as he rammed into me like I was a whore rather than the woman he loved.
I loved it.
I gripped his wrist as I watched this enormous man pound into me like he was desperate to take me every hour without exception, to dump another load of seed into me so it would drip out of my entrance in the shower or when I used the bathroom.
It was a dream having him here with me day and night, that he was real, that if someone else walked in the door, they would see him too.
With an intensity that was almost terrifying, his eyes bored into mine without blinking as he pounded me like a hammer on a nail, driving me deep and hard into the mattress, all my joints sore from bending in every way he wanted.
“Xivin.” His fingers tightened on my throat a little more as he fucked me so hard I wasn’t sure how he could keep up the pace so effortlessly without growing tired.
I didn’t think I could come anymore, but my pussy was a hostage to his dick, and it had to do whatever he said. Otherwise, there would be consequences. So my body burst into a firestorm, and I writhed underneath him, barely able to move because he had me pinned down firmly. I moaned andwhimpered and cried through the explosion between my legs, feeling the pain of the soreness when I tightened around him.
He uttered a sexy grunt when he released, giving his final pumps as he dumped another batch of seed inside me. He finally loosened his fingers from around my throat before he pulled out of me. And as if we both hadn’t just climaxed, his mouth was on mine and he kissed me passionately, letting my hips relax from the way they were bent to take him. His hand hooked my thigh over his hip, and he kissed me, danced his tongue with mine, shared his breaths with me. Then he grabbed my hand and placed it over his heart…so I could feel it beat.
After I woke up from a nap, I walked into the kitchen to find Callum in front of the oven. He was just in his trousers, his muscled back turned to me, all the definition around his spine distinct. He opened the door and pulled out the casserole with a single hand and set it on top of the stove to cool.
I leaned against the wall and watched him, always appreciating the sight of him.
Days must have passed, maybe a week, I wasn’t sure. I was glad that my family hadn’t come by to visit, because I wasn’t done with this man. I loved my family and knew they missed me, but I’d wanted Callum to be mine for so long. Wanted this time with him because so much had been taken from us. My parents had rarely been apart for as long as I could remember, and now I’d found my person whom I wanted to be with always. Of all people, they should understand the most.
He turned to look at me, six-and-a-half feet of pure masculinity, with bulging muscles on his arms and chest and eyes as dark as twilight. He took one look at me, and the intensity shone bright.
I wanted him to look at me like that for the rest of our lives.
He stared at me for another moment before he crossed the space between us and kissed me, his hand sliding underneath the back of my shirt and grazing over my ass before it reached the small of my back. “Hungry?”
“Yes.”
He grinned slightly as he pulled away. “For food?”
“You and food,” I said as I rose onto my tiptoes and circled my arms around his neck to kiss him.
He continued to wear that soft grin on his face, which was a delight because it was so rare to see him smile. He pressed a kiss to my forehead before he stepped away to prepare our lunch…or dinner…maybe even breakfast.
I watched him scoop the food onto the plates before he carried them to the dining table.
I prepared a bottle of wine, and we sat together in the quiet house, just the two of us having another meal together.
His elbows were on the table, and he leaned slightly forward as he ate, his focus on me nearly the entire time, entertained just by seeing me sitting across from him. “I’m always hungry. Not used to that.”
With the amount of muscle on his large frame, I wasn’t surprised.
“And I’m still not used to being tired.”
“It’s a daily struggle after you turn twenty-five.” I sliced my fork through the pasta and took a bite, grateful my mom had done this for me. Otherwise, we’d have to go into the village and get food, but I wasn’t ready to leave the house. I’d worked hard to protect our kingdom from the Barbarians, traveled the world to save my father with the platinum, and then sacrificed myself to the underworld so Callum would be free. I was still tired, and that was reasonable. I wanted to stay cooped up in this villa for as long as I could because I didn’t owe anyone anything.
“We’re about to run out of food,” he said between bites. “I can hunt.”
“I’ll ask one of the servants to prepare stuff for us.” I’d never asked them to do anything for me before the war, always taking care of myself because they served my parents, not me. But I would make an exception in light of recent events.
“I can hunt, sell the meat, and buy us what we need in the market.”
