My legs went weak. He held me steady as he dragged me right to the edge. The sound of how wet I was filled the room, obscene and delicious, mixing with the soft slap of his fingers and the hitch of my breath.
“Fuck, Callum—” My voice broke. “I’m gonna?—”
“That’s it,” he growled, gripping me tighter, thrusting his fingers in deeper. “Let go for me. Give it to me, baby.”
I came with a broken sob, legs shaking violently as the orgasm hit sharp and endless and overwhelming. My forehead fell against the door again, the world fracturing into stars and static as I shattered. The only thing tethering me was him. His arms, his mouth, his body heat. He eased me through it, never letting go.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered. His chest pressed flush to my back. “My beautiful, perfect fiancée.”
I panted, still shivering when I felt him line up behind me. One of his hands gripped my jaw and tilted my face, just enough for me to see his reflection in the glass—cheeks flushed, eyes fucking feral.
“You’ll get more,” he growled, “You’ll take all of me.”
We dropped to our knees in sync, him behind me, my palms still braced against the glass. The Aegean blue now was nothing but fog and gold and streaks of desperation. His knees hit the marble with a low thud, thighs caging mine. The head of his cock slid through the slick mess between my legs, a filthy tease that made my whole body jerk.
He grunted low when he pushed inside my pussy. It was deep and fast, no warning, no apology. I cried out, forehead thudding against the door again. The stretch burned in the best way, hot and consuming and fucking perfect. He didn't stop. Just drove in harder, hips slamming into mine with a brutal rhythm that made the glass shudder in its frame.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, heat pooling between us like we were the sun itself, all hot and seething and untouchable.
“Fuck, Auri,” Callum whimpered, guttural, barely more than breath and hunger. “So tight. So good. Always so good for me.”
He set a punishing pace, every thrust forcing a gasp from my lungs, my tits bouncing with each impact, the slap of skin on skin obscene in the otherwise quiet villa. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise while the other slid up my spine, wrapping around the back of my neck like a vow. Holding me. Grounding me, the way he always did. My hands stayed planted on the glass, fingers splayed wide, nails scraping faint lines into the surface.
“Callum.”
“That’s it,mo chridhe.Breathe. Take what you need. Good girl.”
He slammed into me, over and over, relentless and raw, until the pressure coiled again—sharp and blinding and right at the edge of unbearable. I was panting, moaning, crying out his name like it was salvation, like it was the only goddamn thing tethering me to earth.
And then he said it. “You’re the only thing I believe in.”
The words made me keen. I detonated once more. My whole body arched, every muscle locking up as that pressure finally combusted. Stars burst behind my eyes. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but come apart with his name on my lips and his cock still pounding into me.
“Fuck me through it, baby,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Please, mon dominant.”
And he did.
He fucked me through the aftershocks with ruthless devotion, every thrust angled to make me feel everything. My orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, raw and ragged and loud, my knees sliding against the tile as my whole body seized with pleasure.
“God, you’re perfect when you come,” he gritted out. “So fucking tight. So mine.”
His hips stuttered, then snapped forward with a final, brutal thrust, spilling into me with a groan that sounded like surrender. Like worship. His whole body shook behind me, his arms caging mine as he held us both upright, skin slick, chests heaving, hearts pounding in sync.
We stayed like that. Tangled and shaking, sweat-drenched,and suspended in the aftermath. I blinked at our blurred reflection in the glass, breath fogging the door. The sea stretched behind us like it was holding our secrets. His breath was hot against my ear, his heartbeat thundering in my back. He didn’t move right away. Just nuzzled the side of my neck and exhaled like he’d just survived a storm.
“I fucking love you,” he whispered.
I smiled through the wreckage, my lungs still catching up. “I love you too.”
Callum pressed a kiss to my shoulder and finally eased out, his hands soft now, reverent again as they swept down my sides.
“Scale?”
“Ten and green, mon amour.”
We were quiet for a beat. Still panting. Still flushed and glowing.
“D’accord, my love,” he said, voice hoarse and completely, stupidly in love. “Wanna go to a winery this afternoon?”
