Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
L iam
“Thank you for saving me,” she husks later, her eyes swirling with warmth as she gazes up at me from my pillow. The adrenaline of the day has finally eased, her body tangled around mine feels right. I run my fingers through her soft hair and plant kisses along the curve of her shoulders and the dip of her throat. She is stunning, irresistible, and completely mine.
“I’ll always save you. I’d protect you with my life, Callie. Always.”
She presses a soft kiss to my lips, fingers tangling in my hair as she moans softly against me.
"Touch yourself for me," I whisper, watching as uncertainty flickers across her widened eyes and her hands begin to shake. "I want to see you touch yourself."
"I-I..." she stammers, shaking her head and avoiding my gaze. "I don't do that."
My arousal grows at the realization that she is truly untouched–by any man or even by herself. She is a pure, delicate flower, and I am the only one who will ever have the privilege of cherishing her.
With gentle movements, I remove her t-shirt, guiding her hand down her smooth thighs until our fingertips brush against the elastic of her panties. Her breath quickens and I can feel her heart racing beneath my touch. With a soft look of trust in her eyes, I release my hold on her hand and urge her on with my gaze.
“Slide your fingers around the top, show me where it feels good, precious,” I instruct. The lust in my eyes burns, barely contained as she follows my guidance.
“That’s it, nice and slow. Do you feel that?” She sighs and closes her eyes. “Keep going, baby. Keep swirling those fingers until you can't take it anymore.” Blushing a deep crimson, she squirms as her inexperienced body builds towards an orgasm. Her nipples peak beneath the soft fabric of her bra and I clench my fists, desperate to touch her again. But this moment is important, it means everything.
“What are you thinking about?” My voice is thick with emotion as I slip a hand down my pants and take myself in my grip. My gaze remains fixed on her writhing form, the soft strands of hair on my pillow, one hand between her legs while the other clenches at my sheets. I'm almost losing control. I've been starved for the warmth and comfort of her touch, and just when I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, she answers my mail-order bride ad.
“I'm thinking about how you'll feel when you're finally inside me,” she hums like a prayer as her fingers pick up speed on her soft bud.
“Jesus, precious.” With a growl, I give in and crash down onto her. Delicate fingers tangle in my hair as our lips meet in a fierce kiss. She feels so good. She feels so warm. She feels like home. Kissing my way down her graceful neck and across the gentle curve of her collarbone, my hands roam up her body to cup her breasts in my palms.
She is both heaven and hell, and my ultimate undoing.
I slink down her body, tasting the inner corners of her delicate elbows, the soft skin at her wrists, the aroused flesh above her pubic bone. I expose her soaked wetness to my hungry gaze, licking my lips before glancing up at her. Holding her intense eyes, I lick one long stroke up her slit, swirling and nipping. Her breathing picks up, her eyes closing with a cry as her hips begin to rock seductively.
"I'm going to make this as easy as possible for you," I crawl up her form, kissing my way along her full breasts until I reach her bra. "But it's going to hurt." I continue kissing across her cleavage and quickly suck at her nipple as two of my fingers slide between her slick folds, rubbing her arousal at her entrance to ensure she is ready.
Her hips buck and she pants shallowly as I press one finger inside, the searing hot sensation of her pussy throwing me off balance and unleashing the animalistic rage deep within my gut. I suck in a breath, kissing my way up her neck before finding her lips and slowly kissing her with languid strokes as I add another finger. She arches and yelps for a moment before settling into a slow rhythm, accompanied by soft moans this time.
“You're so sweet,” I say, pulling my fingers away from her body and sucking on them, savoring the taste of her. Her eyes dart from my powerful thighs hovering over her bare body, back up to meet my gaze. “Are you sure you're ready for this?”
“You should know that there hasn't been anyone before you, before us,” I tell her as I wrap her creamy thighs around my waist and push down my pants. She watches as I kick them off one leg at a time and return to her, our skin now touching. “You're the only person I've ever kissed, Callie. The thought of touching anyone else usually repulses me, but with you it's different. You're just so perfect and sweet, I naturally assumed you probably had more experience than me…”
I move my nose up her torso as I line myself up with her entrance. Dragging my thick length up her slit, making sure to rub the tip against her clit, sending shivers through her body that bring a rogue grin to my lips.
“You're so sensitive. God, I love that about you.” I stroke again. “Every touch and you're so wet for me.” My voice lowers another octave. “Just for me.”
Callie's sharp fingernails dig into my shoulder blades as I speak, and with each pass of my cock she seems to work up more momentum. Her hips tip against mine, grinding and grating, chasing sweet release.
She hisses when I thrust gently, feeling the slow stretch of her body, then stilling myself once I break through, seeing the wince of pain on her beautiful face.
"Shhh...I'm sorry." I stroke a hand through her silky strands, willing my powerful thighs to keep me in place and prevent thrusting for her sake. For her sake, I must control myself.
"I-I'm okay," she whispers, but I can hear the sting of pain in her voice.
"It'll feel good soon," I hum against her lips. "I promise." I kiss her slowly, tasting her tongue and twisting it with mine as one hand roams her supple body, the other holding me caged above her, unwilling to let go. Finally, I have her.
My patience severs with that thought and my hips begin to move in a slow, tantalizing rhythm once her grip relaxes at my shoulders and her hips follow my lead. I grasp one of her calves and wrap it around my waist, anxious to feel her all over my body. I need her naked and against me, all of me, now.
With both of her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles locked above my bare ass as I hold her head in my hands and move slowly, trying to contain the raging beast that wants to unleash hell on her sweet body.
I groan. "You feel so damn good. I can't go slow for much longer."
"Please, more." She pushes her hands into my wayward hair and catches my eyes. "I want all of you, Liam."
My heart speeds up with her words and my mind fritzes.
"Callie-Callie." I repeat her name as my hips take on a more sporadic rhythm and I feel her body relaxing into me, allowing me to push farther, deeper, longer. "Jesus." I choke on the word as I bottom out inside of her, holding myself still as I lose myself in her. My heart pumps and my breathing racks. I hold still, feeling the quakes in my thighs down to the tips of my fingers, buried in her soft waves. My release shuttles through me like a rocket, all sense of reality evaporating in favor of only us, the complete fucking perfection of us.
I slowly pull out of her, my eyes devouring the soft curves of her body as I tuck her under my arm, all rosy flesh and creamy skin. She is decadent, the sudden urge to shelter her from harm for every moment after this one is powerful.
My thoughts vault back to a time long ago, remembering what it feels like to hold a dying man in my arms on the battlefield. I flinch, and Callie's hands are immediately running across my scalp and down my inked muscles, bringing me back to the present and soothing me back into focus.
“Are you okay?” Her soft lilt sends my heart stumbling a few beats. I'm not used to a woman's concern, or anyone's for that matter. It makes me feel special for the first time in too long.
"Better now." She looks up at me, wide-eyed with innocent doe eyes, and my mind eases a little. The anxiety of the past falls away and I’m suddenly focused on the beautiful woman in front of me. Keeping her happy, that is my only focus now.
Happy. It's a novel idea. I feel it in her warm eyes and her soft smile. She’s mine, and on some level, maybe I hope she’s here to thaw my cold heart. I just have to be the man she deserves.
"Will you tell me about these scars?” She catches me off guard as her fingertips whisper across the angry slashes on my knuckles.
Her dainty fingertips run over my tattoos. “Tell me about them.”
My eyes flicker away as my thoughts are pulled back into the past, to a time I spent years trying to forget. "I'd rather think about only you tonight."
"I'd rather get to know you," she replies easily, like someone without a secret to hide.
Strangely, her touch is the only thing that calms my restless body and quiets my racing mind. It's a peaceful feeling. Being near her is like taking in fresh air after being suffocated for so long. She keeps my anger at bay.
"I usually don’t do people. I'm better off alone. Can't be taken advantage of by a dog," I mutter, trying to explain without revealing too much and scaring her away.
"Right, Rocky." She runs a finger along my eyebrow.
“Rocky was my favorite movie as a kid. I watched it over and over,” I admit.
“Hm, that makes sense. Who’s your favorite female heroine in a movie?"
I pause, caught off guard by the question. I trace a finger around her bare breast as I think. "Mm, I don’t know. Who needs fictional heroines when there are real-life ones walking among us every day?"
She smiles thoughtfully and snuggles into my side before sighing softly. "I haven't seen any heroes around Devil’s Peak lately."
I run my fingers through her hair and press a kiss to her forehead as she yawns. "Well, I have one in mind. Now go to sleep and dream about how sweet it will be when I wake you up with a kiss tomorrow morning, precious."