43. Raelyna #3
“See something you like?” His voice was a dark note as my eyes flicked up to find him focused on me, and heat rushed through me at the intensity of his gaze.
“Do you have an aversion to shirts?” I questioned, needing to put some distance between us.
His eyes trailed up and down my form, from the wavy strands of hair still dripping water onto the shirt I’d found, all the way to my bare legs, then back up as he spoke. “Not particularly. Though you seem to have a habit of wearing mine.”
“Oh.” My lips curled around the word, heat flooding my cheeks as I glanced down at the shirt covering me.
“Well, in that case, would you like it back?” Heat flashed through his eyes, desire shooting through the starbound mark we shared as I held his gaze, lifting the hem of the T-shirt in a teasing gesture as it inched up my thigh.
Callum’s gaze focused in on the motion, a low rumble sounding from him as he balled his fists at his side, unmoving.
“I prefer my shirts on the floor.” His words hung heavy in the air as he stepped closer to me, closing the gap between us as I stared up at him from beneath my lashes.
I could feel the heat radiating from him, the scent of amber and leather surrounding me as Callum towered over me, a dimpled smirk on his face.
“Just shut up and kiss me already.” The words fell from my lips in a demand as I met my starbound’s eyes and watched his gaze darken, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
“If you insist.” The words were a dark rumble, then he was pulling me into him, heat radiating between us as he grabbed the back of my neck, tilting my head upward and claiming my lips in a crushing kiss.
I became lost to his touch, the feel of his lips covering mine, claiming me, marking me as his starbound.
Hands tangled through my hair, my fingers drifting to rest over his chest as our tongues clashed in a fight for dominance, his every touch consuming me entirely.
I became lost in his touch, his lips probing against mine as he demanded entrance, his tongue tracing over the outer edge of my lower lip before slipping into my mouth. I pressed further into him, his hands snaking through my hair, tilting my head as he gained further access.
With a soft moan, I broke the kiss, coming up for air.
My breath came in short pants, my chest heaving as I stared up at Callum, the gold flecks in his eyes darkening as he matched me breath for breath.
For a lingering moment, we stayed there, breaths entwined as his fingers trailed up and down the expanse of my neck.
The intensity had heat rushing over me as I finally ducked my head, still feeling his gaze focused on me.
My gaze dropped from his lips to his bare chest, eyes roaming over the expanse of skin.
Raising my fingers, I traced over the lines tattooed in golden ink across his chest, fingers trailing over the lightning bolt design across the left side of his muscled frame.
I felt taut muscles ripple under my touch as I followed the golden bolts inked from his neck, down his torso.
For a moment, my mind stalled, thoughts emptying from my brain as I carved a path along his chest, following the golden ink spanning up to his neck.
“I could spend all day tracing these,” I confessed, my fingers marking a path along his skin as I followed the lightning bolts covering his chest. I watched as his muscles continued to tighten with every feather-light touch my fingers made against him and grinned.
“I have no problem with your hands on me.” He shot me a daring grin as my fingers explored him.
A low growl escaped his lips, causing my eyes to dart up, finding Callum’s amber orbs focused intently on my fingers as I traced the tattoos. I could feel his pulse beating as my fingers shifted lower.
His hands slid up my thighs then, calloused fingers trailing across my bare skin, inching higher and higher.
A soft moan escaped my lips as he traced circles over my bare thighs, fingers moving upward until he stopped at the hem of his shirt, his fingers toying with the material.
With a slow motion, he began tugging at the material before sliding it tantalizingly slowly up my body.
A chill coursed through me as cool air brushed against my skin, need rising as I stood before him, his eyes roaming over every inch of me, tracing over every curve, every scar across my skin, every mark that painted a story of my life . . . of a century of living.
“Fuck, starlight.” His voice was a low growl of reverence.
“You’re stars-damned perfection.” His hands wrapped around my thighs, then he lifted me into his arms, my hands twining around his neck as my legs wrapped around him of their own accord.
Our lips met in the middle, my body pressing against his as we collided in a passionate kiss, my lips covering his once more.
I felt his tongue slip through my parted lips, and a soft moan spilled from me as he consumed my thoughts.
The scent of amber and leather washed over me as our bodies pressed together, our lips dancing in tandem.
Desire flared through our starbound bond, the emotion driving me closer to him as my hips shifted against his flesh.
My nails dug into his back, one hand sliding into his hair as my fingers twisted through the strands.
We made our way through the doorway, Callum never releasing his grip on my thighs as we moved into the bedroom.
My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging against him, a demand for more as he crossed the room in no time at all.
With a growl, he broke our kiss, tossing me onto the bed.
I landed with a bounce as my body touched soft, velvety fabric, sinking slightly into the mattress.
Blackwood wasted no time following after me as he moved into position.
Callum hovered above me, kneeling as he began to place delicate kisses down the column of my neck.
I writhed beneath him, my hands trailing along his muscles.
My fingers glided along taut lines, honed over centuries of training, as he kissed a searing path over the planes of my stomach, exploring every inch of me.
A soft moan slipped from my lips as his tongue licked my flesh, causing shivers to ripple through my body. My hands continued exploring every inch of him, tracing over the ridges of his stomach before reaching the hem of his sweatpants, hanging low on his hips.
“There’s—” The word left my lips in a panted breath. “Too much—” I tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants, demanding the material to move as another moan fell from my lips instead of words, and a soft chuckle fell from him.
Callum shifted above me, reaching down, only for his hands to circle my wrists, gripping them, then pinning them firmly on the pillow over my head.
“Patience.” The word was a strained rumble from him. My mouth opened to protest the movement, but his lips crushed against mine, stealing the protest from me as I shifted against him, needing our bodies to be closer.
Needing him.
I twisted in his grasp, trying to free my hands, even as thoughts of freeing myself flitted out of my mind, his tongue devouring me.
He pulled away slowly, freeing my hands as he lowered, continuing to torture me as his hands trailed lower, his lips leaving a feather-light touch across my flesh.
My hands moved of their own accord, trailing down until I found the waistband of his stars-damned sweatpants once more, tugging at the band in a more fervent demand to be removed.
Strong hands firmly encircled my wrists once more, a fierce growl sounding from the male above me, pinning me to the bed once more as I found my arms once more secured above my head, his hands tightening around them.
I pushed against his grip, my body shifting beneath him as I attempted to break free.
“Don’t make me tell you twice, starlight.” His voice was a dark whisper against my ear, heat coursing through me as I moved against him, wanting him. Needing him.
“Please.” The word was a hoarse whisper as I captured his lips with mine, showing him just how much I wanted him to consume me—mind, body, and soul.
He was mine.
My lips moved of their own accord, taking his bottom lip in my mouth as I bit against it, demanding more.
I shifted against him, our bodies pressing against each other as a soft moan fell from me involuntarily.
A low growl rumbled from Callum as he pulled back, breaking the kiss in a movement that had me whimpering in protest. Using the hand not currently restraining me, he freed his sweatpants before leaning over me.
I felt emotions flood down the starbound mark: desire, want, happiness, love, as Callum held my gaze, his lips finding mine once again in a punishing claim, before he finally gave in to the moment, reminding me whose I was.
Who he was to me.