Page 139 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“But trust me when I tell you, you need to heal. Keeping it to yourself will not help you. Staying in the dark where it’s comfortable only prolongs the pain. I know the darkness well, siren. But remember that I’m here with you, as are three other blokes who would move the Himalayas for you.”

She looks up with a tiny grin on her face.

“Himalayas?”

“I was going for the dramatic effect. I play bass, you’re the talent with words, babe.”

“If you don’t use your one of many talents right now on my lips, I will seriously have second doubts.”

I cup her face delicately, my fingers tracing the contours of her cheek, I lean forward, hovering over her. The warmth of my breath against her lips. The world around us fades into a hushed anticipation as I capture her mouth in a tender, lingering kiss.

A gentle surge of urgency erupts between us, a dance of passion and tenderness. Time seems to suspend around us as our connection deepens, and her fingers find their way to the back of my neck, tangling in my hair as she surrenders herself to me.

My hand traces a feather-light path down her spine. As soon as it finds her arse, I squeeze it, and all the sweetness disappears, replaced with a raw intensity making our skin tingle with electricity, leaving me wobbly, drunk, and wanting more.

I kiss her as if I may never have the chance to ever do it again, and she kisses me back just as hard, leaving us breathless and flushed.

My lips leave hers, and I press them against the center of her forehead, then trace them down to the tip of her nose and upper lip and drop a chain of kisses around her mouth. I feel so high right now, and the love I feel for this woman is the drug I need to fuel my addiction to her.

“And in my dream, I kissed your lips a thousand times, each one a promise of a love that transcends the boundaries of reality,” I murmur softly as I brush the stray strand of hair away from her beautiful face.

“That's so beautiful,” she replies in a hushed tone, barely audible. “And here we both thought you lacked the talent for words.”

“Ahh, lass, that’s just my knob talking right now. It’ll say anything just to get inside your knickers.” I throw in an amused wink.

She throws her head back in a fit of laughter.

“Now that’s the Callum I know and love. Harsh, brash, and no bullshitting around.”

“You got that right, siren,” I laugh lightly before claiming her lips once more in an intense kiss that steals her breath away, leaving her knees weak to the point she buckles, and I catch her, holding her up in my embrace.

“Steady there, luv.”

"Yeah," she responds, a touch perplexed. "I'm not sure what came over me."

My lips on you tend to have that effect.I muse to myself, choosing to keep the thought unsaid as I offer her a playful grin instead.

“I got you, babe.”

“I’m good now, thanks,” she assures, but I choose not to release her, maintaining our intimate embrace.

“Where do we go from here?” she asks, staring up at me and resting her hands around my shoulders.

“Well, I was thinking maybe back to your trailer because I don’t fancy sharing you with the others right now.”

She chuckles, “Well, I give you kudos for your honesty, but I was referring to you and me.”

“And again, I still think it’s a better idea if you and I go back to your trailer.”

“If you’re expecting me to confirm my intention to fuck you tonight, then patience is a virtue, but considering you’re Callum Evans, patience is a word that does not exist in your vocabulary. So yes, I’d like that. So, will you answer my original question?”

Without being able to resist, I lean down and kiss her nose.

“You’re too cute.”

I can already see her slowly beginning to fret as her mouth frowns.

“I want you, siren. You. Just you. There’s no other woman in LA, nor in England. Just you. The woman with the beautiful, ethereal face, raven-black hair that cascades down her back, catching the desert breeze like a midnight shadow, sun-kissed curves any male would love to get lost in for days, a voice…fuck …a voice that’s like a melodic symphony with the power to shift sands, creating windblown ripples in the dunes from which she emerges. You embody the otherwordly mirage of a desert siren. Your presence is both elusive and magnetic.”

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