Chapter 92 Callum
callum
His cum was still dripping out of me when I realized I'd never belong to anyone else. I only hoped the future I could give him would be the future he wanted. –Aurelie
We dried off in silence, still breathless, maybe more than a little drunk on each other. I took her towel from her and hung it on the hook beside mine. It was a small thing that made my insides twist, because suddenly I wanted nothing more than for her to make my home hers.
Shaking off the thought, I lifted her and carried her to my bed, the weight of her in my arms feeling so goddamn right. She didn’t say a word, only watched me with those wide hazel eyes as I set her down, her wet hair fanning around her.
Her legs fell open slightly as she settled into the pillows. And then I saw it. My cum dripping out of her, thick and white and perfect.
I fucking froze.
I’d thought nothing could top the feeling of being inside her raw. But seeing it? Seeing the proof of what we just did glistening between her thighs, coating her folds, leaking from the place that had just milked me dry?
It broke me.
I climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs, hands braced on her thighs, eyes locked on the cum trail making its way down toward her ass. My chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow bursts. Something primal curled in my gut—dark and hungry and possessive.
“Callum?” she questioned. “What are you thinking?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Instead, I reached forward, one hand pushing her knee farther down, the other sliding down her inner thigh. My thumb grazed her folds, catching the liquid, and then—fuck me—I pushed it back inside.
Her breath hitched. “Oh, mon Dieu…”
I didn’t stop. I pushed in deeper. Slow.
Gentle. Worshipful. I needed her to keep it, to hold it.
To hold me. I curled my fingers until I hit that sensitive spot inside her.
My eyes flicked up to hers, and the look on her face just about took me out.
Blown pupils, parted lips, a flush creeping down her chest. It sent a bolt of need through me so hot it made sweat bead on the back of my neck.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I whispered hoarsely. “Seeing you like this… fucked full of me. I—” My throat bobbed. “I’ll never be the same.”
Her lashes fluttered. “Cal…”
My cock was already hard again. It was heavy and ached as I hovered over her. I kissed the inside of her knee, her hip, her stomach.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you like this?” I murmured.
“I see everything I never thought I could want. A future. A fucking life.” I stopped myself before the rest came out, because it scared the fuck out of me and I wasn’t ready to admit it.
You, round and radiant and glowing with my baby inside you.
Her breath stuttered.
“Too much?” I asked, voice raw.
She shook her head slowly, hands reaching for me. I leaned in so she could cup my face, and I let her hold me the way I loved to hold her. “No. Just… real.”
Real. That was what she was, what we were. Real in a way that burned me alive, destroying me from the inside out.
I pressed my forehead to hers. “I don’t want anyone else. Not now. Not ever.”
I kissed her reverently, because loving her like this was holy.
Yet everything I wanted to do with her was sinful.