Chapter 31 #2
Callum walked her over to the bed and gently lay her down, taking his time to run his hands along her sides as he admired her from above before taking a step back. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, he lifted it above his head and discarded it to the side before stepping out of his breeches.
Eleanor gasped as she parted her lips, taking in every chiseled muscle and line of his rock-hard abs and defined thighs.
He is more than just bonnie or even handsome.
Her eyes lingered on the scar over his ribs and the fine map of fainter ones that spoke of a life well-lived. He had fought many battles in his time and won. Coming to her knees, she could no longer resist the urge to touch him as she crawled forward on the bed and faced him.
Heat filled her chambers, whether it was from the fire crackling in the grate or the one raging in her core, she did not care.
Callum’s hands instantly went to her shoulders as if he wanted to push her back, but she quickly reached up and held them steady, moving them to his sides as she leaned in and began to kiss a path over his scars.
“What are ye doin’, macree?” His voice was heavy with longing when he ran the tips of his fingers over her shoulders and the back of her neck.
“Just what ye taught me…” She whispered against his tanned flesh before making her way down to the defined lines of his hips.
A shudder ran over his thighs when she flicked her tongue over the hard muscles and worked her way to the iron shaft that promised to bring her more pleasure than his tongue ever could.
“Macree…” his growl filled the air with a heated intensity that made her shiver.
Her mouth moved over the shaft, working him in ways that felt natural to her as she flicked her tongue back and forth.
Callum seemed to barely contain himself when he reached down and gripped her hair, gently pulling her toward him as he moaned. “Ye will be the death of me, macree…”
Eleanor moved back and licked over her lips when it felt as if she could no longer breathe.
“Aye, but now it is me turn to show ye somethin’ else.” He gently moved her back with his hands until she gave in and crawled back on the bed. Lifting his knees, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself above her with his thighs between hers. “Are ye ready, macree?”
She stilled beneath him as her chest rose and fell with every breath. How could she be ready when she had never experienced the physical love between a man and a woman to such a degree? Her stomach suddenly fluttered with nerves as she looked into his eyes. “I…”
Callum’s lips lifted into a knowing smile. “Daenae fuss, macree. I shall guide ye every step of the way.” He leaned down and kissed her neck, drawing a path down until he reached her breasts and once again took turns to suckle on each rosy bud.
Eleanor closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his tongue on her breasts, relaxing until her breath came in even spurts. It was not until she was fully relaxed that Callum pulled back and positioned himself between her thighs with her legs on either side of his hips.
This is it.
She held her breath, feeling a sharp pressure that radiated through her loins. The pain, however, only lasted for a moment as he began to slowly move back and forth, sheathing inside of her with every thrust. “Callum!” she called out when the pleasure began to mount.
Leaning forward, he placed his hands on either side of her body and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Every motion and thrust grew in intensity until the sweat began to bead on his skin.
Eleanor groaned with pleasure as she lifted her hips, giving in to the desires that had been building since he had first touched her that night.
Their moans mingled as they moved as one, filling the air with the passion that bloomed so deep within them both.
The world began to spin around her as Eleanor felt her legs beginning to tremble. The apex she had felt before threatened to come as he moved her to the edge of her sanity.
“Callum!” she suddenly cried out, feeling her legs shake as wave after wave of delicious release spasmed through her core.
It did not take long for Callum to join her as his body suddenly stiffened, giving one final thrust before he, too, cried out and groaned in pleasure.
Their bodies tangled together in the sheets as he rolled her over and placed her on his chest. They took a moment to catch their breath before Eleanor finally opened her eyes and smiled at him.
“Did ye enjoy that, macree?” He smiled down at her, running his hands through her tangled, loose hair.
“Aye,” her cheeks filled with color as she felt a little embarrassed in the aftermath of what they had done. Had she really been as bold as to take him in her mouth and express the longing she had felt?
As if he could read her thoughts, Callum’s smile broadened. “And where did ye learn that little trick of yers?”
Her blush deepened as she drew her lower lip between her teeth and began to draw lines on his chest with the tip of her finger. “I didnae learn it, it just felt natural in the moment. Ye did the same for me, and I wanted to return the favor.”
His smile broadened into a smirk. “Aye, I did do that to ye, macree. Did ye like it?”
Her words suddenly failed her again as she averted her gaze, utterly mortified at the fact that she had loved his tongue caressing her.
“Ye daenae need to be shy around me, macree. Ye express yer feelings, especially when it comes to pleasure.” He laughed softly under his breath and continued to stroke her hair.
Feelings.
Eleanor’s mind suddenly drifted in a different direction as she thought of how she had never told him how she truly felt.
How she had longed for him long before he had come to her in the garden.
“Can I really tell ye how I feel?” She regained her composure and propped her chin up on her hand while leaning on his chest.
Callum seemed to soften as he continued to play with her hair. “Aye, macree, ye can tell me whatever ye feel.”
“I love ye,” she said in one breath before she lost her nerve.
The deep look of passion in his eyes only intensified as he stopped stroking her hair.
“I… I wanted to tell ye on the day of the battle. I realized how much I cared for ye, but there wasnae time.” Her heart began to beat even faster when he remained silent.
“I…” she began again, but felt her words being cut short when Callum suddenly gripped her shoulder and rolled her over, positioning himself above her as he looked down.
“I love ye more than words can say, macree. I wanted to tell ye even before the battle. Ye had crept into me mind like the traitors of the castle.”
Bursting out with laughter, Eleanor shook her head. “Well, that isnae romantic,” she continued to giggle at the serious look on his face.
“Nae, it isnae romantic, but it is the truth. Ye got under me skin and crawled yer way into me heart.”
Her laughter stopped as she took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “And is that a bad thing?”
Callum shook his head. “Nothin’ ye ever do can be a bad thing, macree. I will love ye until the end of time, nay matter how badly ye get under me skin.”
“I love ye too, Callum, and shall continue to love ye until the very last breath leaves me body.”