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“No, no. It’s not that,” I say, teasing. Nyx stretches her body out and then jumps from my lap, as if sensing this pivotal moment between her mother and me.

“Then what is it?” she asks, tilting her head curiously as she leans into me. The scents of vanilla and oranges fill my senses, rendering me nearly speechless.

“Because all I can think about is taking my time while I peel the silk from your body,” I say, my eyes locked on hers.

I watch as a faint blush creeps up her bare chest, up her neck, and into her cheeks. She looks away, and I smile at the way my words seem to affect her. She opens her mouth to speak, closing it again. Have I rendered Lydia Aston speechless?

“Love, don’t tell me you have nothing to say now,” I say.

My hand finds her knee as I stroke soft circles over her skin. Her gaze drops to my hand, like she needs to see it to believe it. She exhales slowly through parted lips, her chest rising and falling in anticipation of my next move. Her head lifts until her eyes land on mine once more, a million questions swirling within them.

“I-I–” she stutters and then stops.

I reach a hand up and cup her jaw, running the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. Then, I abandon all logic as I push my finger into her mouth. She moans, closing her lips around my thumb and sucking hard while her tongue dances across my skin.

Holy fuck.

In seconds, she’s in my lap, straddling me with her fingers wound tightly in my hair. I cup her ass cheeks in both palms, squeezing as I pull her against me. The cast on my hand digs into my skin, but I don’t feel an ounce of pain right now.

Her lips crash into mine in an instant, the kiss reckless and rough as if we’ve both been caged for far too long. She moans against my mouth as she grinds against me, and I run my hands beneath the silk of her pajama top in desperate need to remove it from between us. She lifts her arms as I pull it off and toss it over the sofa. Her tits bounce free from the confines of her top, practically begging for my attention. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth as my hands find the waistband of her shorts next, dipping my index fingers below the fabric to pull them down. A sudden thought occurs to me, and I pull away from her.

She stares down at me in question, panting as her eyes search mine. “Don’t tell me you meant what you said about taking your time,” she says, breathless.

I chuckle, because while I definitely did mean that, it isn’t why I’m hesitating. After everything she’s been through tonight, I want to make sure she’s ready for this.

“Are you sure about this? Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what happened back there?” I ask. I’d give her all the time she needed, even if that meant forever—even if it meant not at all.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want this. I want you. We have forever to talk. I want us right now,” she says, cupping my face in her hands. She leans in, her lips nearly pressed to mine.

“Wait,” I say, “do you have any condoms?”

She laughs softly, nuzzling her nose against mine. “I’m on the pill, and I got tested. I want to feel you inside of me. I don’t want anything between us, Callum.”

Fuuck, she’s going to be the death of me.

“Same,” I say, unable to formulate a better vocabulary at the moment.

She leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips, and it’s all the permission I need to give her exactly what she asks for. I flip her over until she’s beneath me on the sofa, pulling her arms above her head and binding her wrists together with my good hand. She gasps, a moan following as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me down to her. I chuckle, pulling back to finish what I started. She gives me a suspicious look but allows me to continue without a bossy interruption.

I hook my fingers beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts and lift my gaze to hers, watching the way her back arches from the sofa cushions. Her perfect tits draw me in as I bring my mouth down and run my tongue over her nipple in circles before closing my mouth around it and tugging hard. She moans, pushing her breast into my mouth. Her response lights a fire that has been extinguished for so long, causing me to groan against her sensitive skin. I pull back to give the same attention to the opposite nipple, watching her face as I do. When I bite down this time, I make sure it stings. Her eyes close, and her head falls back. I nearly fall apart at the way she bites her lower lip between her teeth and whimpers, the sound so fucking sexy it rearranges my brain chemistry.

It would seem that my little siren has a thing for pain, too.

I sit up to resume my abandoned task of removing her pajama shorts, pulling them slowly over her hips and down her thighs as I run the pads of my fingers over her skin. Goose bumps dance across her flesh as she shudders with the most beautiful anticipation.

Removing her shorts entirely, I toss them to the floor and sit back to take her in. She’s completely bare before me, the sight already engraved into my brain. When I realize she wasn’t wearing any underwear this entire time, it makes me wonder how many times before now she’s done this.

“You’re fucking perfect, love,” I say, running my hands up the sides of her calves and hooking them beneath her thighs.

“Callum,” she pants, her pupils eclipsing the blue of her eyes.

I tug roughly, pulling her toward me. She runs one of her hands down the center of her breast and toward her pussy. My eyes track the movement like a ravenous beast, watching as she makes contact with her clit and starts circling slowly. She keeps her eyes on mine as she moans softly, over and over again. I’m entranced as I watch her pleasure herself before me, almost so much that I forget anything else entirely.

I resist the urge to pull out my cock and fist it, and instead reach out and grab her wrist, stilling her hand and stopping her from reaching her climax. Her eyes widen in disbelief, but I don’t miss the hint of amusement.

“The only one who gets to make you come tonight is me, little siren,” I say, dropping her wrist and tugging her up until she straddles me.

“Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight,” I say, standing from the sofa as I head for her stairs. Pivoting, I lean down and grab the burning candle from her kitchen island on my way.