Page 56 of Callum
He tore the foil with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length. His fingers went to her panties and, slowly, he slid them down her legs, his hands grazing her skin. Then he was between her thighs, his tip pressing at her entrance.
“Fiona.” He said her name so softly, it almost didn’t cross the distance. “Say you’re mine.”
She swallowed, touching a hand over his heart, entranced by the fleck of honey in his eyes. “I’m yours.”
His exhale of relief cut through the quiet of the room, then slowly, he entered her. Her legs widened and her walls stretched to accommodate his size, the sensation so agonizingly perfect she could barely get a breath in.
When he was seated completely inside her, she didn’t move. She couldn’t. This man held her prisoner, caged to him and his body.
He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers in a delicate graze. She wrapped her legs around him and tugged him closer, making him sink a bit deeper.
His chest rumbled, and the second the sound hit air, he lifted his hips before pushing back inside her. She cried out, her heart hammering in her chest. He did it again, another thrust of his hips.
His mouth continued to work hers, and as he thrust, he reached down for her breast, his calloused thumb running over her hard peak. Every fear and insecurity fled from her head, ceasing to exist. Because in that moment, Callum carved himself into her heart, and she knew his imprint was there to stay.
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Callum’sentire body burned for this woman.Thatwas what she did to him—set him ablaze without a fucking speck of salvation in sight.
His thrusts were deep and even. Every time he returned to her felt like coming home. A home he’d found in her. A sanctuary. He continued to work her mouth, reveling in the way she tasted of wine and sweetness.
He caressed her tight bud with his thumb, her moans making his chest tighten and his gut twist and turn. He swiped a circle around her pebbled nipple, pushing her to the edge, wanting her as damn insane as he felt.
He knew the exact moment she grew close. Felt her walls tighten around him, heard the racing of her heart.
He feasted on her bottom lip before whispering, “Fall, baby.”
It was like his words hit a switch. Her back arched and she screamed as she broke, the sounds like fucking gas on a fire, burning away the memory of everyone who’d come before her.
He kept thrusting as long as he could, but the pulsing of her walls around him was too much. He snapped. Broke so violently and into so many pieces, he couldn’t hold back his growl.
He bucked against her until he had nothing left. Until every part of him was hers.
When he finally stilled, he didn’t immediately part from her. Maybe he couldn’t. He needed to keep her with him for as long as possible.
“That was…amazing,” she breathed.
The laugh bubbled from his chest and spilled over. “You’reamazing.”
One more kiss, then he finally slid out of her and dropped to the side. He didn’t cut the contact, though, instead pulling her against his chest, needing her as damn close as he could get her.
She yawned as her cheek rested on his heated flesh.
“Sleep,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Are you scared someone’s going to come in?” she asked, her voice half-asleep.
“No. And you shouldn’t be either. I’m better than any lock, and I can go from dead asleep to awake in seconds.”
“Mm. You make me feel safe.”
His arms tightened, those words making his heart jackhammer in his chest. He wanted her to feel safe with him. Hell, he wanted the woman to need him like he needed her.
His arm remained tight around her as he waited for her breathing to even out. He wanted to remain exactly where he was and hold her all night, but he also had something to do.
Carefully, he slid out from under her. He spent a few minutes cleaning up in the bathroom and putting his briefs back on before returning to the living room with both their phones.
He rewatched the footage of the person entering her house half a dozen times. Pausing. Zooming in. Changing the angle. They were short for a man or tall for a woman, wearing a cap pulled low over their head. Damn, he wished he could see a face.
