“Stunning,” he whispers, as he lowers his lips to my body. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, tongue playfully swirling the tip until I’m quivering. With his free hand, he lightly tugs on the other one, ensuring both are worshipped.
“Callum,” I beg. “Please.”
He switches attention to my other nipple, scorchingly teasing me with every lick of his tongue.
I’m growing impatient now, but Callum has no sense of urgency. He palms my breasts, giving both a light squeeze. I try to reach for Callum’s hard cock, straining against his breeches. I want to touch him. Ineedto feel him.
He playfully swats my hand away. “Not today, Siren. Let me take care of you. Please.”
His mouth works his way past my breasts, trailing kisses like offerings down my body as he pushes my dress down even farther until I’m completely bared to him.
“Mine,” he whispers, pressing a kiss on my stomach.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss on my inner thigh.
“Radiant,” he finishes, finally pressing a kiss on where I’m aching.
I arch my hips at the contact, desperate for some friction to help ease the sensation building.
“Callum.” I’m trembling now, unsure if I’m coherent anymore. “Please.”
It’s never felt like this with anyone else. Any time I fooled around in the camps, it was always a rush to finish – a quick release, a way to pass the time. Most of the time the guys never bothered with making sure I enjoyed myself, and I often finished myself off after they left. But with Callum, he takes his time, like he has all day to play and tease my body. Like I am a queen laid before him that he is thoroughly worshipping.
Like I am loved.
Callum slides a finger into me, and I whimper at the welcome intrusion. His tongue circles and flicks my aching bud, my orgasm building at each stroke. A second finger soon joins, and he bends them slightly, hitting the spot I need. Stars flutter in my vision, and I no longer know where I am. I’m transcended, only knowing the overwhelming sense of pleasure.
“Come for me, Siren.” Callum’s voice is low, and I hear the lust and hunger in it. When a third finger slides in, I explode and scream. My orgasm shatters me into a million pieces.
When the stars fade from my vision, I open my eyes again to find myself laying across Callum’s chest, legs tangled together. His shirt is draped over my bare body, and he is placing small kisses against my hairline.
“Callum.” That’s all I can muster for now.
He chuckles. “Are you okay?”
I release a long breath. “So good. Wow.”
He laughs again. “Anytime you want, you just say the word.”
I scramble against his body. “Wait, but you didn’t finish –” I start, but Callum silences me with a kiss.
“I’m in no hurry, Siren. I’d like to think we have all the time in the world.” His expression warms as he pulls me in tighter. “I need to take it a little slowly, too, if that’s okay. It’s been… awhile for me.”
I snuggle into his chest, absorbing his warmth. “Absolutely. We have nothing but time.”
A pang of guilt surfaces as I’m not sure that’s necessarily true. This has to come to an end eventually, right? Once we find the relic, we’ll part our ways. But I’m too drowsy and sated in my post-orgasm haze that I don’t dwell on the worry. I listen to Callum’s heartbeat, steady as a drum, and it offers me the comfort I need as I match my breaths with his. His fingers brush up and down my arm lightly, and he continues to press small kisses on my head.
My body melts into Callum’s. Every thought is silenced as I relax here with him. It’s nothing but pure bliss. There’s another emotion, too, but I’m having trouble naming it, a sensation foreign to me. As Callum pulls me tighter to him, still pressing those gentle kisses along my hairline, our breaths in sync, I realize I’m feeling…safe. A quiet certainty that here in Callum’s embrace, I don’t have tobeanything or act a certain way. I can exist here with him in this moment of serenity.
A tear rolls down my face, unnoticed, as I become aware that the aching, overwhelming sense of loneliness that constantly nags in my heart is silenced.
We stay like that for a while, tangled together in an embrace, the scent of lavender relaxing me to the core. I must have dozed off at some point, because I wake to Callum’s lips on mine, and when he pulls away, I notice that the sun is starting to dip in the sky.
“Time to head back?” I ask groggily, sitting up and trying to find where my dress ended up.
“Almost. I want to make sure you have enough time to harvest some flowers before we go.”
“Oh! Right!” I almost forgot that one of the reasons Callum brought me here was to help me make some of my soaps and tinctures. It will be a much needed relief from reading old books and notebooks all day.
