Chapter 44
Islip my hand into Cal’s, and the world slows. Gone is the frenzy. Cal walks backward. His fingers intertwined with mine, he licks his lips as his gaze devours me. I’m the ice cream sundae he’s waited his entire life to enjoy.
In my room, he drops to his knees, kisses my stomach as he unbuttons my jeans and slips them over my hips. I wiggle free, kicking them into a pile in the corner with my socks. My fingers thread through his hair, my body waking to his touch, his caress.
My thumbs loop the hem of my panties, but he stops my hands. “Not yet.” He sets his glasses on my nightstand, grips the back of his shirt, and tugs it over his head. “I’m going to savor you.”
He cups my jaw and kisses me. Slow and deliberate. His lips tug at mine.
Tasting. Teasing. Savoring. Every stroke of his tongue over mine is a lightning strike igniting the want at the apex of my thighs.
“I love you,” he whispers against my skin.
My chest explodes with warmth. The tether between us tightens. My safe harbor. Peaceful and calm. Magic flows from his soul into me, and mine answers. They wrap around each other, melding and fusing with every kiss, every touch.
He slips my shirt from my shoulders. His fingers pause on my bra clasp. He exhales and it sounds painful.
“What’s wrong?”
“Remembering the last time I saw you.”
“Skinny dipping?”
His finger drags over the top of the cup. “I wanted you so badly.” He meets my eyes, and pain stares back at me. “Knowing we could never be. Not being able to act on what I felt… JR, it was torture.”
“What would you have done if you could have had me then?”
His fingers slip my bra clasp free, and it falls to the floor. His mouth descends to my nipple, and pleasure swirls in my core. This is the feeling from my vision.
He lifts me and sets me on the bed. I tug his pants, and his boxer briefs join my bra.
“I want to taste you.” My panties vanish. He slips between my thighs and licks me from one end to the other, swirling his tongue around my clit with deep pressure that sends pulses of magic flickering through me.
Warm and wet, he sucks and swirls, over and over, until I’m panting, writhing, bucking. “Cal. Yes. Yes.”
His lips latch on to my clit, and his fingers pinch my nipples, and I’m falling and screaming. Shaking from my orgasm as it rocks me deep to my core.
I claw at his shoulders and drag him up my body, slamming my mouth into his. My cum on his lips smears across my mouth. He hums with satisfaction. “Delicious.”
“Tell me what you want,” I say against his lips.
“I have what I want. What do you want?”
I fist his cock. My hand slides root to tip. “I have what I want too.”
His eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck. I’m not going to last if you do that.”
I guide him to my entrance. “Then fill me.”
With a snap of his hips he pushes inside. “You’re so tight. Am I hurting you?” He holds still, but the tension is too much.
I move, rocking him to the hilt. “More. Deeper.”
“Yes, Mrs. McNamara.” He sets our rhythm. Sliding in and out, his thumb on my clit, his lips on mine.
My orgasm builds. His cock hits the spot that pulses with every thrust.
This is what intimacy is supposed to feel like. Not dread and worry. Not rules to keep myself safe.
Total trust and vulnerability. Cal is my soulmate.
I’ve waited my entire life for the freedom to kiss the man I love.
And now we finally have it.
I know the name of the man thrusting into me. He calls me Goddess and Beautiful and Good Girl.
Best friend. Lover. Wife.
Soulmate.
Calvin McNamara. My husband.
The man who chose me when I couldn’t choose myself because I was too scared of my magic.
His eyes are silver. He has scars on his jaw and the back of his left shoulder. And a tattoo with my name on his heart.
His rough fingertips rasp against the soft skin on my hip as he lifts me to hit that deep spot in my core. Magic sparks flicker in my eyes, and my body heats with desire from the inside out.
I’m not having a vision.
I’m making love to the man I love, and I’m not afraid anymore.
Because while love is the strongest magic the world has ever known, choosing it takes courage.
We choose each other. Every day. For eternity.
That’s real courage.
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