Page 61 of Exposing Adonis

She tried to buck against my hand, begging for more friction.

“Please,” she whispered. It was music to my ears. “Please, Callum …”

“That’s right, keep talking.”

“I’m your slut. Please. Give me …” her soft voice cut off as I pistoned deep inside her. Then the words spilled out loud, and clear. “I’m yours! Yours! Your woman!”

She screamed that she was mine at every thrust, right until the moment she climaxed, her entire body tensing. She shivered like a leaf under the strain of her ecstasy. Her scream sent a jolt through my body, my balls tightening as I spilled into her with reckless abandon. With three hard thrusts, I emptied myself inside her, for a moment, hoping that I could make her bear me children. Twins that would run around our Scotland home, with her tan skin, and little nose.

Breathless, I collapsed on top of her, shamelessly putting all my weight against her back.

“My woman.” I kissed her shoulder. “Mine.”

Her breaths were still ragged as she came down. Her body was covered in goosebumps, though her skin was fevered. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us both onto our side.

I braced myself for what was coming next. The sudden, and predictable crash that would make her pull from my hold. But I wouldn’t let her. Not this time. I’d chain her to me if I had to.

Chapter 28

Lea

Iwastrappedinhis arms. His heavy thigh was over my legs, pulling me into him. I tried to squirm out of his hold, but he tightened his grip until we were connected in every way.

“Don’t move.” His hands squeezed even tighter until I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The walls were closing in. There wasn’t enough air. Not enough space. I needed to get away.

“Get off of me. You got what you needed.” And he had. I had let him force those shameful words out of my mouth. I let him bring us both to our climax with a confession that he owned me, despite my convictions. I had given in to his every desire.

I had liked it. I had enjoyed every shameful second of it. And I hated myself for it.

“You needed it, too.” He pinned my hands down by the wrist. “For fuck’s sake, you need this. So do I. So stop fighting it and let me hold you.”

“Fighting what?” I protested, trying to pull myself from his grip.

“The after care!” His loud growl made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I stopped moving, giving in to the warm sensation of his command. “It happens every time, Lea. You and I make love —“

“Wefuck.“ I corrected him.

“– we’re together in the moment. Then it’s over, and whatever demons we chased away come rushing back and yourun.“ His hot breath traveled over my skin, and my eyes shuttered. “You retreat back behind your walls, and I have to wait until you’re horny enough to let me in again. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of chasing you for crumbs.”

“Then let me go so I won’t bother you anymore.” I begged. But he ignored me, barrelling onward.

“Let me hold you together. Let me give you the after care you desperately need. Let me keep your pieces in place until the drop passes and you can sleep in my fucking arms.” His hands tightened on my wrist until I felt a bruise form. I winced. He loosened his grip, but didn’t let go. “Can you let that happen? Can you let me be a man and take care of you?”

His hand went through my hair, winding through the strands until he could control my head and the direction my face pointed. At this moment, he wanted it facing back towards him. On his handsome face, his thick, trimmed auburn beard and forest green eyes.

“What will it take to make you stay? Because I’ll do it, Lea. Without question.”

His words made me want to cry. And laugh. Because I knew that this was all nonsense. So I let it prickle from me in a sound that was a combination of disbelief, disdain, and bitterness.

I grasped at the right weapon to end his charade. What words could cut him deep enough so that he’d set me free?

“Your engagement isn’t even over an hour as far as she’s concerned and you’re …” I couldn’t say the rest. Because I knew it was complete bullshit. The shakiest possible ground for me to stand on. “I’m nothing compared to that. Just a fling.”

It hurt me more than him. He had been engaged. Someone had more of him than I ever would, and the jealousy coursing through me threatened to strangle my soul into nothingness. It struck deep into my heart in a way that made me want to fall into a heap and never rise again.

He stared at me, his jaw ticking.

“Fine!” He got out of bed, and grabbed his phone. He tapped in a number, but blocked the door, his back to it, daring me totryto get past him. When whoever on the other end picked up, he barked. “Get a priest. As soon as possible … Yeah. Fly someone from Anatolia if you need to. Now.”

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