“I know. But at night it can be easy to forget and it helps when I can see the stars.”
“I’ll sleep under the stars with you every night if that’s what you wish.”
She squeezes my hand back and leans her head on my shoulder. “Thanks, Callum.”
My other hand curls into a tight fist. “I understand the feeling, too. I spent most of my childhood being so…angry.Mad at my father, who I never knew, who left my mother in a vulnerable position. Mad at my mother, for putting herself in that vulnerable position. Even mad at her fordying.For leaving me with no parents.” I shake my head. “No one knew what to do with me. No matter what the King told people, rumors always followed my name, and no one wanted to risk talking to me. I don’t know what I would have done without Ginna and Rafe. They kept me from my dark ledge. And I’m thankful that you didn’t go off your own ledge, either. No matter who, or what –” I glance at the stars. “Helped you to get here. You had to be strong all those years by yourself. But now we can be strong, together.”
Elia props herself up on one of her elbows. “You’ve seemed different this trip, you know. More…” She presses her finger to her lip, sizing me up. “I don’t know. Confident? Bold? More you, I guess.”
“I know what I want now.” There were never any hesitations in my heart, but now there are none in my head either, no past holding me back.
She cocks an eyebrow at me seductively. “Oh? And what’s that?”
“You.” And I press my lips to hers.
Elia’s lips are hesitant at first, taken aback at the aggression of my kiss. This is not the soft pecks we’ve shared in passing, nor the tender and passionate embrace of the lavender field. This is me staking my claim, lettingher know through the kiss that without a doubt she is mine. I hope she figures out soon, if she hasn’t already with the whole Rafe situation, that once I claim someone, I don’t release them easily.
After the brief hesitation, Elia kisses back in fervor. Her lips part in a throaty moan, and I greedily swallow it, pushing my tongue into her mouth. One hand moves to the back of her head, and I tentatively tug on her braid. She gasps in response and my cock greets her at full attention. I pull her braid a little harder, pressing her body into me more so she has no doubt of my desire for her.
“Callum,” Elia whimpers, breaking our embrace to take in a much needed breath of air.
I allow her to breathe, taking the opportunity to nip at her ear, the side of her neck, her collarbone. With each kiss I’m rewarded with another small moan from Elia, and I continue my perusal. My hand finds her breast, and I give it a small squeeze, tracing the outline of her nipple with my thumb.
“Yes, my Siren?” I respond in a low whisper, continuing to trail my hand across Elia’s body. It’s hard not to notice the difference between her and Rafe’s body. She’s all soft curves while he was all hard edges, and while I don’t prefer one over the other, tonight I’m addicted to the sensation of her round breast in my hand and the smooth delicacy of her skin.
Elia's eyes are filled with lust, lids lowered. “I want to taste you tonight.”
Well fuck if I don’t almost come in my pants right there.
“You don’t have to, Siren. I’m more than content with enjoying you.” I pinch her ass to prove my point.
“I know. I want to. Please.” She silently pleads with me, piercing me with her rainbow eyes that are glittering in the moonlight. My cock strains against my breeches, begging me to give in.
I quickly glance around the ship to make sure we won’t be interrupted. There’s no chance I’m allowing anyone to see Elia in the way I’m privy to. When I’m satisfied that no one is in the vicinity and that the mast blocks us, I press one more kiss on Elia’s lips.
“Okay,” I concede. Elia becomes practically giddy and pushes me on my back.
I prop myself up on my elbows, watching as Elia hurries to undo my laces. When my cock springs free, precum glistening on the head, Elia gasps, and my ego skyrockets. Rafe was bigger than me in many aspects, but the way Elia is staring at my cock makes me believe I was built perfect for her.
She wraps a tentative hand around me and gives a small tug.
“Fuck,” I swear, and my little Siren smirks. She’s realizing the power she has over me and is revelling in it.
Elia tightens her grip, working her hand up and down my shaft, as if getting comfortable and warmed up.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I choke out, enjoying my view.
Her lips curve slightly and she rewards me with a small kiss on the head of my cock.
“And a tease,” I groan, trying my hardest to keep my hips from thrusting up, desperately wanting her warm mouth to take my hardness.
“I’m not the tease here,” Elia responds. Her hand still lazily strokes me, and she now follows the path of her hand with a lick of her tongue. “You’re the one who’s been holding out on me.”
Without preamble she opens her mouth wide and takes my cock in her mouth, hand holding the base that doesn’t fit in her mouth.
“Forgive me?” I ask between gritted teeth. It’s been so long that I’m on the verge of combustion, but I want this to last.
Elia releases my cock with a pop, saliva pooling from the corner of her lips. “How about you finish and then we’ll see.”
