Chapter 12 #2
“I wanted to keep you away from them. Mayhem was still under Leon’s label. By the time we had gotten out, you were in Paris. The timing never fit.”
“So you spent five years?—”
“Trying to get you back. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t either try or think about ways that could work.”
“But I wouldn’t listen.”
“Right.”
She puffs out a tiny laugh. “Sounds like me.”
“You were determined to…”
“Cut you out of my life?”
“Something along those lines.” I squeeze her hand. “But we finally got the chance to talk about it. Lily, we were working on our relationship when you had the accident. We weren’t back together, though.”
“But we are now, and I’m going to be your wife.” Her eyes shine my way.
“You don’t have questions about the tabloid stuff from last night?”
“No.” She leans closer to me. “Bren told me what happened in his last text. He knew I was asking about you cheating, and he just volunteered the information.”
“That’s why he’s my best mate. He always has my back.”
“Since we have everything worked out, do you want to have a little make-up session?” She flashes me a sinful smile.
I still have things I wanna discuss, but those can wait. She has that particular aura around her. It oozes sex.
Her lips are on mine a second later, and she crawls over me until I’m flat on my back. I slide my arms around her and devour her mouth.
I roll us over, panting. “I want you on my lap.”
“Okay.”
We get up, and I sit. She climbs on me, her thighs straddling mine as we sink into the couch cushions in our home’s sprawling living room.
Dusk is upon us, and the amber filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The mood is set.
God, I love her fiercely and completely. Years of distance and stolen moments, but we made it here. Together.
“Lily,” I murmur, cupping her face, my thumbs tracing her cheekbones.
Her blue eyes lock on mine, pupils dilated with the same hunger gnawing at me.
“You’re my everything, Lily.”
She smiles, that soft, knowing curve of her lips that undoes me every time. “And you’re mine, Callum Mayze. Always.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me into a kiss that starts tender. Our lips brush and tongues tease like a slow dance, but the heat builds fast.
She arches her body toward mine, her breasts pressing into my chest. My hands roam under her shirt and slide up her bare skin. Livianna’s scent wafts into my nose, and I’m harder than I ever have been.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I groan, nipping her lower lip.
She gasps, grinding down on my steel cock, the friction sending sparks up my spine.
“Show me,” she whispers, voice raspy and full of want.
She pulls my shirt up, and her nails rake over my chest, drawing red lines that sting so sweetly. I love this; her fire matching mine.
I find her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her, claiming what’s mine. It’s always been mine.
She moans, loud and unashamed, fingers fumbling with my belt. “Callum, I need you inside me. Now.”
The plea snaps something primal in me. Love twists into raw need. I force her off my lap, and she stands before me.
“Lily, you have too many clothes on.”
“So do you.” She starts to strip.
“I’m gonna watch for a minute.”
“Not if you want me.” She throws her shirt and bra aside. She has that mischievous look about her. “If you want even an inch of me, then you need to take your clothes off.”
“Lily…”
“No, Callum.” She wiggles out of her jeans. As they drop, she slips out of her thong. She stands bare before me. “I’m waiting.”
“Fucking hell, you’re the sexiest woman alive.” I do what she wants and tear out of my T-shirt and jeans.
I grab her by the wrist, guiding her down so she’s on her back and I’m on top of her.
She laughs breathlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I reach between us and find her folds.
“You’re soaked for me.” I plunge two fingers into her heat.
She’s velvet fire, clenching around me, hips bucking wildly.
“That’s it, love. Take what you want.”
“Yes, Callum, yes!”
Her eyes blaze, wild now, no trace of the poised woman who owns a multi-million dollar fashion design company.
I pump harder, my thumb circling her clit until she shatters. Her walls pulse and a gush of wetness coats my hand. But I’m not done. Neither is she.
She presses her hand to my chest, telling me she wants a new position. “My turn.”
“Where do you want me?”
“I want to ride you.”
“Good thinking.” I sit, and she straddles me again, feral grace in every move.
Her hands find my thick and throbbing cock, veins pulsing under her grip. She strokes rough, twisting at the head, pre-cum slicking her palm.
I moan. “Lily, you feel so fucking good. Your touch is magic.”
She doesn’t wait. She positions me at her entrance and slams down. Inch by inch, she takes me deep, her tight pussy stretching around my girth. We both hiss at the burn, the perfect fit.
“You’re so big,” she pants, her nails digging into my pecs. “Fill me up. Make me take it.”
I grip her ass, bruising, guiding her brutal rhythm. Up and down, she rides me like a storm, tits bouncing free. I latch onto one nipple, biting down and sucking hard.
“Harder!” She thrusts faster, our skin slapping.
Love fuels the beast in me. I push up savagely, meeting her descent. The couch creaks in protest, but we don’t care. Sweat slicks our bodies. Her hair, a wild tangle, frames her flushed face.
“You’re mine.” I take a fistful of her hair and yank her head back to expose her throat.
I bite down, tasting salt and Livianna’s unique skin.
“Yes, I’m yours.” She grinds her clit against my base. Her walls flutter, close again. “Fuck me, Callum. Make me come.”
I flip us once more, pinning her beneath me, knees digging into the couch. I put her legs over my shoulders and pound relentlessly, cock spearing her depths. Each thrust, angled to hit that spot that makes her eyes roll back.
“Look at me.” I slow just enough to torture us both.
She obeys, gaze feral, lips parted.
“Lily, I love you like this. Wild and all mine.”
“I love you.” She gasps, and then she breaks into animal cries. Grunts, moans, and pleas pour from her mouth.
Her pussy clamps like a vice. Her orgasm rips through her. Juices squirt around my shaft, soaking us both. It drags me under.
“Lily…fuck! I’m coming!” I explode, ropes of cum flooding her, and my hips jerking erratically.
We collapse, tangled and panting like beasts after a hunt.
Her tender fingers trace the scratches on my back. “That was... intense.”
I kiss her forehead, still buried inside her warmth. “I love you more every day.”
Her eyes grow wide. “Shit, Callum! You came inside me.”