I move closer to Callum, cupping his face in my hands. His eyes close as he leans into my touch.
“Callum,” I declare sternly. “I’m in this with you. This…relationship between us. Whatever we are. I’mgladthat I know more about you now. I wish you hadn’t tried hiding it from me, and Iamsorry that you thought you scared me.
“I’m not scared of you, Callum. You have handed me my life back; a life I haven’t known in years. You’ve given me friends and a family. I don’t feel alone when I’m with you.”
I take a deep inhale, gathering the courage I need to solidify my showcase of commitment to him. “The only thing I’m scared of is the fact that I’mfalling in love with you.”
I step back from him, allowing my words to sink in and letting him have time to process.
But he doesn’t need time, because as soon as I step back, he rushes towards me, arms on either side of my head, caging me against the wall of his room.
“Say it again.” Callum’s breath is warm against me, lips almost touching. He presses his body even closer to mine.
My body trembles. “I’m falling in love with you,” I whisper.
Callum’s whole demeanor changes. The bags that were under his eyes seem to disappear, and the tension that he was carrying evaporates. His sapphire eyes sparkle, a wide grin crossing his face.
“I’m glad you finally caught up.”
And he presses his lip to mine.
Callum kisses like a man possessed. He moves from kissing my lips down to the corner of my ear, down along my neck, and then to my collarbone.
I barely have a second to catch my breath when he kisses my lips again, tracing each lip with his tongue. A moan releases from the back of my throat, and he greedily devours it with his mouth.
His fingers deftly undo the ties of my dress and soon the fabric is pooled around my feet on the floor.
“You are so beautiful, Elia,” he murmurs, staring at my now naked body. “I’m so lucky to have found you.”
“We found each other,” I whisper back in response, taking the break to pull Callum’s shirt over his head.
He leads me to his bed, pushing me gently so I’m laying on my back, fully exposed to him.
He doesn’t join me, and instead his eyes trace over every inch of my body, as if memorizing every line and curve and dimple.
I spread my legs slightly, stretching my arms out above my head.
“Enjoying the view?” I smirk at him. “If you take any longer, I’ll have to keep myself occupied.” One of my arms drift towards the apex of my thighs.
Callum’s hand snatches my wrist before my hand can reach its final destination.
“I don’t think so, Siren. Your orgasms are mine, now and forever. The only place your hand will be from now on is on my cock.”
This is another side of Callum I haven’t seen yet either – one with a filthy mouth, obsessed with me. It might be my favorite version of him yet.
His pants join the rest of clothes on the floor, and I eagerly reach for his thick cock, veins bulging. There’s a bead of precum at the top of the head, and I want nothing more than to lap it up.
Callum stops me again and I whine. “Ah, ah. Only when I tell you to.”
He pulls my body to the edge of bed so my legs dangle off the side.
“Open.” Callum taps my inner thighs in command and my core throbs.
I’ve never been more aroused in my entire life. My wetness pools between my thighs and I might die if I don’t find release soon.
And this dominating side of Callum? I am so onboard with it.
I spread my legs wide, giving Callum an obscene view of my dripping core.
