Bonus Epilogue #2
Once we step into the bedroom, the playfulness disappears and is replaced by an intense want. Callum lifts the mattress of the bed, putting the bondage system underneath. Now I can easily see how it’s used. Hands and feet are bound, leaving me spread wide for him.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
Callum turns to me and the heat in his eyes is unlike anything I’ve seen before.
He grabs me and crashes his lips to mine.
It quickly becomes frantic as the kiss becomes rougher.
We’re grabbing at each other’s clothes, pulling them off and dropping them to the floor.
Our hands are exploring as Callum continues to fuck my mouth with his tongue.
I’m so worked up I can feel my panties getting wet and I let out a loud moan when his hand brushes against my aching pussy.
He breaks the kiss and searches my face, both of us breathing heavily. “Fuck, I need to be inside you. Are you good with being tied up like this?”
The way he cares for me causes my heart to squeeze in my chest. He always wants to make sure I’m comfortable and it’s not just in the bedroom. It’s incredibly sweet and one of the things I love so much about him.
However, right now it’s unnecessary. The thought of being completely vulnerable is exciting.
“I’m definitely good with it, cowboy. I need you so bad.”
His eyes darken as he rips off my bra and panties in the most possessive way. It’s fucking hot.
He places me on the bed and secures my wrists and my ankles, leaving me spread wide for him.
“Holy fuck,” he growls, staring down at me as he pulls off his boxers. His huge cock jets out in front of him and I moan taking in how damn sexy my husband is. “Violet, I will never get enough of this view. You spread out before me like a fucking prize. You look so sexy.”
His deep voice wraps around me and I try to pull my hands but they only move a very little.
“Oh naughty girl, stay still and let me take what’s mine.”
“Fuck, please Callum, I need to feel you,” I beg, arching my back.
He wastes no time giving me exactly what I need. He climbs on the bed, grabs my hips and slams into me without so much as a warning. I cry out in pleasure and he digs his fingers into my hips as he drives into me.
“Oh fuck, your tight, greedy pussy feels so good wrapped around me. This is fucking exciting, baby, dangerously exciting.”
“Yes, oh God, yes. Don’t stop, please,” I cry out, unable to move my arms and legs.
It is dangerously exciting. I can feel my body already getting close to release and I know I’ll want to try this again and again.
Callum’s muscular body flexes as he pounds into me fast and hard. It’s the most erotic sexual experience we’ve had and it’s pushing me to the edge faster than normal.
“I’m so close,” I scream, pulling against my restraints.
“I feel you, fuck, do I feel you. Don’t fight it, baby. Give me your orgasm, it belongs to me,” he hisses, fucking me at a speed I didn’t know was possible.
He reaches between us and rubs my clit, causing me to arch off the bed as I shout out his name. I can’t fight it, it’s impossible as I feel the first wave of my orgasm crashing over me.
“Callum!” My release hits me hard and fast, completely unstoppable.
“Fuck yes, that’s right, give it to me, give it all to me,” he groans, still driving into me.
My body feels as though it’s been ripped in half as my orgasm continues on and I know from the sounds he’s making to the tight grip he has on my hips that his release is right there.
“Violet, fuck,” he whispers, stilling as he fills me with his release.
We’re both breathless staring at each other before he closes the distance and kisses me. It’s soft and gentle, the complete opposite of the way he just fucked me.
My body begins to relax as he reaches over and unclasps my wrists from the restraints. I immediately wrap my arms around him and sigh against his lips.
He presses a few light kisses to my lips before resting his forehead against mine. “That was the hottest moment yet,” he whispers, smiling at me.
“I completely agree. This should just stay in place,” I say, grinning as my eyes bounce between his.
He groans as he shakes his head. “I completely agree. This was just the first of many experiments.”
We both laugh lightly as he reaches down and releases my ankles. He rubs where the restraints were. It’s such a sweet gesture, so very Callum. Possessive one second and a big pile of mush the next.
“Well, I guess Paxton was right,” I say, laughing as I pull the blanket up to cover myself. “We did need this in our lives.”
Callum groans dramatically, turning his head to face me with a mock-serious expression. “Baby, I love you more than life itself, but if you ever bring up my brother’s name again while I’m still naked and the scent of sex is still in the air, I may have to stab a pen into my ears.”
I burst out laughing, shaking my head as I snuggle deeper into the covers. “Okay, deal. No more Paxton talk in post-coital bliss. But seriously… he was right.”
Callum lets out a deep sigh, pulling me into his arms, his warm body pressed against mine. “He was right," he admits, his voice low and begrudging. "But we are never telling him that. He already has a big enough head without adding ‘sex guru’ to his list of obnoxious titles.”
I grin, resting my head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. “Agreed. Last thing we need is him showing up with a PowerPoint presentation on why we should be thanking him for our improved sex life.”
Callum chuckles, his fingers trailing lightly up and down my back. “You know he would, too. Probably invite the whole family for a viewing.”
I giggle. “Oh God, he’d bring snacks.”
“With ‘Paxton’s Sex Seminar’ on the cups,” Callum adds, his deep laugh vibrating against me. “And T-shirts. The man would make T-shirts.”
We both dissolve into laughter, the kind that makes your stomach ache and tears sting the corners of your eyes. As the laughter dies down, Callum pulls me closer, our bodies fitting together like we were made for this—made for each other.
The moonlight spills in through the window, casting a soft glow over the room as we lay there, wrapped in each other. The air feels thick with contentment, with love, and the kind of peace you only find in moments like this.
“You know,” Callum says after a long pause, his voice softer now, “life with you is pretty unpredictable.”
I smile against his chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. “I could say the same thing about you, Callum Atwood. You keep me on my toes.”
He shifts slightly, turning his head to kiss the top of mine. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?”
I look up at him, my heart swelling as I take in the playful grin on his face. “Not for a single second,” I whisper, my voice full of sincerity.
Callum wraps his arms around me tighter, his gaze drifting out the window as we lie there, staring out at the stars. “Well,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady, “as unpredictable as it’s been, I’m grateful for every second of it. And for you. For this crazy way we ended up together.”
I rest my head back on his chest, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me.
Life with Callum has been anything but ordinary, and that’s what I love about it.
About us. We’re unpredictable, a little wild, but we fit.
And I’m grateful for it—every laugh, every argument, every ridiculous moment in between.
“I’m grateful too,” I whisper. “Every single day.”
We lie there in comfortable silence, holding each other close, knowing that no matter what comes next, we’ll face it together. And knowing that Paxton will never know he was right.