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“More than anything.”
He nods, quiet for a moment.
Then I tip my chin up slightly. “Your turn.”
“For what?”
“Tell me something no one else knows.”
He turns his head on the pillow to look at me. The bedside lamp throws faint shadows across his face — softening him, making his features look even younger.
“I don’t sleep much,” he says finally. “I haven’t, since I left the RAF.”
I don’t ask why. I just wait.
“It’s like… my brain doesn’t shut off unless I’m doing something. Work. Sex.” He glances at me, eyes half-lidded. “Running helps. But I’ve got this… hum in me. Like if I stop for too long, it catches up.”
I nod slowly, fingers brushing across his ribs. “What’s it trying to catch you with?”
His mouth twitches. “That’s the bit I haven’t worked out.”
We lie there for a while longer. The silence now is different — not heat, not aftermath.
Just the calm that comes when you feel in sync.
Chapter 15
Callum
The morning light filtersthrough the windows of our hotel room, casting a soft glow over Stella’s skin as she stirs in my arms. I tighten my hold around her waist, my cheek pressed against her back, and breathe in the scent of her hair—a mix of her shampoo and the faint musk of last night’s passion. She shifts slightly, her body warm and pliant against mine, and I can’t resist the urge to begin the day with her. My lips find the sensitive spot just below her ear, and I press a gentle kiss there, whispering, “Morning, Stardust.”
Stella hums softly, her eyelids fluttering open as she turns her head to grant me better access to her neck. “Morning,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. Her hand reaches back, tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if she can’t bear the distance between us. I smile against her skin, my lips trailing down the curve of her shoulder, my breath tickling her as I go. “You’re so amazing,” I murmur, my words more for me than for her, though I know she hears them.
Her body relaxes further into mine, her hips pressing back against my growing hardness. “Flatterer,” she teases. Her tone is light, but there’s an underlying warmth that makes my chest tighten. I want to show her, to make her feel every ounce of what she means to me, even if I can’t quite say the words yet.
My hands wander, one sliding up her side to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, already tightening under my touch. The other hand drifts down, seeking the heat between her thighs. She gasps softly, her body arching into my touch, and I grin against her skin. “You’re already wet for me,” I murmur, my voice husky with desire. “Always ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Always,” she breathes, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Callum…”
I roll her onto her back, hovering above her, my weight supported on my elbows so I don’t crush her. Her eyes are dark with want, her lips parted as she watches me. I lean down, capturing her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all the unspoken words into the press of our lips, the slide of our tongues. She tastes like morning and desire, and I could lose myself in her forever.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips to her jaw, her neck, pausing to suck gently at the spot where her pulse flutters wildly. “You’re so responsive,” I murmur, my lips brushing her collarbone. “So perfect for me.”
Her hands roam over my back, my shoulders, pulling me closer as if she can’t get enough of me. “You’re perfect for me too,” she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. I pause, my heart stuttering at her words, but I don’t say anything in return. Not yet. Instead, I let my actions speak for me.
My lips continue their journey downward, pausing to pay homage to each tit, laving attention on her nipples until she’s squirming beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps. “Callum, please,” she begs, her hands threading through my hair, guiding me lower.
I chuckle softly, a rumble against her skin, and oblige, kissing my way down her stomach, pausing to nip at her hip bone before finally settling between her thighs. Her legs fall open for me, inviting me in, and I take my time, kissing the insides of her thighs, teasing her with my breath before finally pressing my mouth to her core.
She cries out, her hands gripping my hair tighter, her hips lifting to meet my tongue. “Oh, fuck, Callum,” she moans, her voice raw with need. I smile against her, my tongue delving deeper, tasting her, savouring her. “You taste so good,” I murmur, my lips brushing her clit. “So sweet.”
Her body tightens, her muscles clenching around my tongue as she nears the edge. I hum softly, the vibration sending her over, her body arching off the bed as she cries out my name. I lap at her gently through her orgasm, soothing her as she comes down, and when I finally kiss my way back up her body, she’s glowing, her eyes soft and adoring.
“You’re incredible,” she breathes, her hand cupping my cheek. I lean into her touch, my heart swelling at the look in her eyes.
“Show me,” I whisper, my lips brushing hers. “Show me how much I mean to you.”
Her eyes search mine, and I see the understanding there, the unspoken agreement that actions will speak louderthan words today. She nods, her hand sliding down to grip my cock, her touch firm and purposeful.
