Chapter 29
Maeve
Ustulation (n) the act of scorching or burning
The room is filled with electricity, and I’m the conduit.
His voice is gruff, intoxicating, and his breath hovers on the sensitive skin between my collarbone and neck.
His fingertips dig into my hips as I lower myself down slowly, feeling myself stretch around his thick shaft.
Callum hisses against my neck, sinking his teeth into my flesh just hard enough to switch from pain to pleasure in an instant, and waves of pleasure radiate straight to my core.
“Fuck, Maeve,” he whispers hoarsely. “You’re so fucking tight.”
The moment he’s fully inside me, a moan escapes as if it were snatched by shadows. His grip tightens enough that I’ll likely have more fingerprints adorning my hips. But I don’t care. All I want is him, and this moment.
“Oh, god, Callum,” I cry as I feel every inch of him, consuming me from the inside out.
His answering growl makes the fire burn hotter with every passing second.
I start to rock my hips, and his hands pull me down, keeping the pace with me.
I feel his tip pressing on that perfect spot, making the air thinner with each thrust. My breathing is unsteady, the friction we’re building driving me over the edge.
He groans in my ear before releasing my hips and pulling my chest to his.
He wraps his arms around me, and I whimper.
His husky laugh vibrates into me. “Don’t worry, mo agra.
I’m not finished with you just yet.” No sooner than the words leave his mouth, he angles himself, adjusting my position as he starts thrusting in and out.
His pace is slow and steady, and it sends a current of ecstasy running through my veins.
Suddenly, his thrusts become rapid and feral.
I grip the bedding as stars fill my vision.
“Callum, oh fuck,” I gasp, and he responds with a growl as his grip on my hips tightens and he pounds harder and harder. I’m becoming nothing and everything all at once. He’s in control, and I don’t know if I ever want it back.
“Cum for me, Maeve,” he commands through gritted teeth. “Cum on my cock like the good girl I know you are.”
And that’s all it takes for my body to completely give in.
I shudder atop him, my hips bucking and rocking without control, and he grabs my hips again, pushing me further down on his cock.
It’s pure ecstasy. I let out a throaty moan, and I hear him hiss, his control lost as his body shivers beneath me.
I collapse on him, my breathing shallow and fast. His hands are still roaming my body, and his cock is still hard and inside me.
He presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to my forehead, and the intimacy of it overwhelms me.
As I lean against him, our bodies molding together, I know with absolute certainty that this is what I’d been saving myself for, that there has never been and will never be anyone else for me.
“I’ve been waiting all day to be inside of you,” he murmurs, a sexy smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Let’s get you in the shower and wash the day off.
” I try standing up, but his plans don’t involve pulling out of me.
He stands, keeping himself buried in me as he walks us to the bathroom.
He crosses the marble floor, holding me tightly, and we step into a huge walk-in shower.
He clicks a button, turning on the waterfall feature along with the rainfall overhead.
The water warms quickly, and he steps in, placing me under the water.
My skin begins to warm all over again, and my muscles, already loose and languid, relax even more.
I feel myself sinking into him, weightless.
He presses his forehead into mine, slowly lowering me to the ground. I whimper in protest.
“Shhh, let me take care of you,” he whispers in my ear before turning me around, pulling my naked back to his chest. He tucks my hair over my shoulder and plants a trail of kisses from my ear to my neck until he reaches the peak of my shoulder. I angle my head to the side, giving him better access.
He steps away for a moment, leaving my backside cool without his body heat, and I watch him reach for the soap. I grin when I realize it isn’t just any soap. It’s my soap, the same soap I use every day.
“You think of everything.”
He returns my smile, tilting his head as he gazes at me. “Orin told me what you liked, and I made sure that the staff picked some up for you.”
He steps back into my space, his muscled frame filling my vision.
I let my eyes rove over his body. The intricate tattoo on his chest glistens wetly, and I drop my gaze to his hands, the letters on his knuckles flexing as he lathers up the loofa.
He reaches for my wrist and brings my hand up, placing a kiss on my palm before he begins massaging my skin with the loofa.
I press my body into him as he works, wanting to be closer, and he chuckles gruffly before turning me around again.
I feel his lips begin trailing down my back, and…
Oh god, he’s not stopping. Suddenly, his hands spread my cheeks, and I feel his tongue connect with my back entrance. I squeal involuntarily, a shudder running through my body.
“I’ve always wanted to try this,” he growls, and his voice reverberates straight to my core, where pleasure overrides the doubt in my mind as his tongue licks slowly from my pussy to the back.
I moan in response, and he stands up, pushing me closer to the shower wall, my breasts pressing against the tile.
He lowers himself back down and fully submerges himself beneath me.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan. “Oh, god, Cal. Don’t stop.”
His only response is a satisfied growl, then he sucks my clit firmly, causing a pop sound that sends shockwaves through my core.
He adds a finger, then two, and I hiss at the entry.
Fuck, this feels so good. I feel myself nearing a powerful climax, but just before I fall over the edge, he stops his mission down under and stands.
“You taste delicious,” he says in my ear, hunger lacing his words.
He slides into me with no hesitation, and I moan at the feeling of his cock filling me completely.
One of his hands finds my breasts while the other finds its way around my neck.
His grip is tight, but he doesn’t cut off my air.
I bite my lip, groaning, feeling his hand flex at the vibration.
Just as before, his thrusts are deliberate and rhythmic, over and over. I float into the best form of nothing, and when he feels my walls clench around him, he releases my neck to grab both of my elbows, keeping me upright while he pounds into me relentlessly.
A scream tears from my throat as I come harder than I ever have.
“Oh fuck, Maeve. Oh fuck, baby,” he moans as his thrusts become slower and deeper, off beat, and then shuddering as he finds his release. His body slumps over mine as I lean against the cold tile, pulling me back down to earth from the ether where he’d sent me just moments ago.
“Mmmmm,” he rumbles, his hands sliding up and down my wet body. “Let’s finish showering so we can get in bed.”
After we finish washing, Callum steps out and pulls some towels for us from the warmer beside the shower. He leaves me to grab clothes, and I look at myself in the mirror, clearing the condensation away with my palm.
My eyes aren’t as dim as I’d last recalled.
The green is a little lighter, brighter.
I feel alive again. The shadows within me seem to have been pushed back into the depths of my mind, for now at least. I know they’ll never leave.
I’m not that naive, but I know they won’t be standing in front of me any longer.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Callum asks, a hand on my back. I realize that silent tears are trailing down my cheeks, and I laugh quietly, brushing them away and turning to face him.
“I’m fine, I promise,” I say, smiling up at him.
“It’s just… you’re my everything, and I lost you for almost a decade…
a decade.” I shake my head, letting my gaze fall to the floor.
“You… It’s like you silence all of the noise in my head.
” I look back up at him, letting him see the sincerity in my eyes. “You’re my safe space. My home.”
His expression is so tender as he pulls my face to his and kisses me gently. It tells me everything I need to know about how he’s feeling.
He steps back and hands me a t-shirt, then perches on the edge of the tub, gazing at me thoughtfully.
I turn back to the mirror and towel-dry my hair, then begin brushing it.
I glance at his reflection. His legs are stretched in front of him, and his hands are planted on either side of him.
He’s paying such close attention to me, like he’s taking mental notes.
I smile, and he smiles back, his gaze hooded.
I can almost hear his thoughts in that moment. The desire in his eyes is unmistakable.
He reaches his hand out, and I turn to take it.
He stands, pulling me close enough to place a kiss on the top of my head before leading me out of the bathroom.
We walk across the hardwood floors to climb into the huge four-poster bed.
I crawl beneath the comforter, lying on Callum’s outstretched arm and resting my head on his chest. Our bodies meld together like two rivers converging after being miles apart. I take in a deep breath and sigh.
“What’s on your mind?” I whisper, staring at the cheerful fire now crackling in the fireplace. Callum must have started it on his way back to the bathroom. I smile. He really does think of everything. It’s strong and bright, enough to illuminate the room, creating shadows across his muscular body.
“I was thinking of a far better punishment for Liam,” he says thoughtfully, as if he’s still rolling the idea around in his head.
“Oh? Do tell.”
“I think we’ll have some men bring good ol’ Liam to Ireland. It’s desolate out there. No one would know he was there, and we know no one will come looking for him.” He pauses and looks down at me, waiting for an objection.
I place a finger to my chin thoughtfully. “They have crows in Ireland, right?”
He grins wickedly. “I think I like where this is going,” he says gruffly, then he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me underneath him in one fluid motion. I squeal with delight, but he silences me with a deep kiss, his tongue roving hungrily inside my mouth.
I pull back for a moment, and he looks down at me, his eyes narrowed.
“I thought you were tired,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I never said that,” he murmurs, lowering his body on top of mine, his arousal throbbing between my legs. “I just said we were going to bed.”