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“So good,” I moan, grabbing hold of his hair in both of my hands.

He walks us forward and then around the back of the sofa, setting me down in front of him. Before I have time to consider what his next move might be, he spins me around and pushes me forward and over the back of the sofa. He grabs my hips and lines himself up to my entrance, running the head of his dick up and down the length of my center. I moan, pushing my hips backward, earning a deep chuckle in response.

“Hold on, little siren,” he says, sinking into me inch by inch until there’s nothing left between us. “I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.”

I whimper into the sofa cushion as the feeling of him deep inside of me fills my walls. His hands find my waist as he lifts until my feet are suspended above the ground and I am completely at his mercy. One of his hands leaves my hip as he grasps a fistful of my hair, tugging until my neck is arched. He drives into me with fervent precision, and before long, I can feel the creeping sensation from the tips of my toes to deep within my core.

“Yes, Callum,” I moan. “You feel so good.”

My words elicit a deep groan from within his chest, and the sound of it sends me straight over the edge as my walls spasm around him.

“That’s it, love,” he pants, slowing down until every inch of me is so deliciously aware of every inch of him. “Come for me, little siren. Come all over my cock.”

Once he’s sure that I’ve given him everything he asks for, he pulls out of me only to spin me around, lift me, and place me back down on my dining room table behind him. He prowls over me, grabbing hold of one of my legs and lifting until it rests over his shoulder. He lines himself up to my entrance once more and drives straight inside of me in a single thrust. I moan, arching my back and thrusting my hips forward. When I bring my attention back to the beautiful man hovering above me, I find that he’s staring intently.

“I want to be the only thing you never wish to forget,” he says, pulling almost completely out of me before driving back in slowly. “I want to be the ache that wakes you, the only danger that you crave.” He picks up his pace, driving himself deeper as he uses my leg as an anchor. “I want you, Lydia. Only you. Always you.” I search his eyes in silent question, finding nothing there but the dark and genuine intent of his words.

“Take me,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck as he leans so close I can feel his breath on my lips. “Take all of me, Callum. I’m yours.”

His lips collide with mine as he groans into my mouth, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang fills my mouth as I open up and allow his tongue to dance to the same chaotic rhythm as my heart. His thrusts become slow and steady, like he wants to savor the moment for all its worth. Within seconds, the kiss transcends into something less desperate and more passionate.

“Love, tell me you’re close,” he murmurs against my mouth as his lips leave mine to trail kisses down my neck. “I want to hear you scream my name until it fucking hurts.”

“Such dirty words,” I pant, “for such a pretty mouth.”

His deep chuckle sends goose bumps crawling down my body. “Don’t pretend you don’t fucking love it, little siren,” he says. “Now be a good girl and come for me.”

He picks up his pace, pushing my leg further back until he’s sliding against that perfect spot.

“I-I,” I moan. “Yes, Callum,” I call out as he slams into me so hard I slide up the table.

I come with his name on my lips for a second time. He circles his hand around my throat, tugging me back down as he finds his own release deep inside of me.

“Lydia, fuck,” he groans, stilling until we’ve both given everything we have to one another.

Through the haze that lingers after, one thing remains entirely clear—the way that Callum Thorne is looking at me now is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.

31

Callum

Lydia Aston has no idea what she’s done to me.

She’s turned my discipline into obsession, and my silence into a craving I can’t quiet. I need her. In such a short amount of time, she’s slipped through every crack in my defenses, dismantling walls I spent years building as if they were nothing more than dust.

Who am I kidding, though? I was a goner the moment her perfect blue eyes landed on mine. I was done for the moment that pretty mouth called me sunshine, no matter how many times I roll my eyes at the stupid sentiment.

She told me that she’s mine. Mine. Does she realize the weight of her words? Does she know that I latched onto them the moment they left her lips? Those fucking lips, my god. Does she know how fucking beautiful and perfect she is? Has anyone ever told her before now? I want to say those words to her a million times over. I want to scream it from the fucking treetops until every last person in Hollowcrest knows her name. I want to tell her another truth, one that’s become painfully evident the longer I’ve spent in her presence.

I love her. I love Lydia Aston, and maybe I always have.

But how can I burden her with that four-letter word? Love means that something you have is worth losing. Love is dangerous, and reckless, and all-consuming. Love is weakness, and I no longer possess the strength to fight it. Does she deserve something better than whatever I can give her? Would my love be enough for her?

These are the questions that run on repeat in my mind as we lie tangled together on Lydia’s sofa. Shortly after our eventful afternoon, she dragged me outside and into the forest clearing to set down her jar of moon water. I watched as she made sure it was in the perfect place between the trees, so that the light of the moon would hit it just right. Her words, not mine.

I know nothing about this witchy business. I’m not even entirely sure that I believe in any of it. But for her, I’d learn every damn thing about it. For her, I’d pretend. I’d let her sacrifice me if she wanted to. I’d give her my last breath, my last heartbeat, my last fucking name. Shit, I never imagined marrying anyone until now.

“You are so damn warm all the time. I love it.” She sighs, nuzzling her cheek further into my chest as she pulls me from my thoughts.