Hailee’s POV
Every slow thrust pushed higher. I trembled, holding onto his back, gasping for breath. I was lost in him—in his heat, his weight, and the way he whispered my na like it ant everything.
Then, with a rough groan, he went deep, his body shuddering on top of mine. The fire roared, and so did the blood in my ears. I cried out, my body gripping him as pleasure rushed through , leaving weak, empty, and full all at the sa ti.
He stilled, his face pressed into my neck, his breath heavy. My body shook under him, my legs still locked around his waist, until at last, strength left and I went soft against the rug.
The room went quiet except for the crackle of flas, our hearts racing, and our ragged breaths. Slowly, he pulled out, and I whimpered, my body aching at the loss.
He lifted gently, strong but careful. He carried from the rug to the bed and laid on the sheets like I was sothing breakable. Then he lay beside , kissing everywhere—my shoulders, my collarbone, the swell of my breast, and the inside of my wrist.
His kisses were slow, not hungry now but tender, like he was cherishing every part of . My eyes closed. I felt weak, drained but warm, trembling but satisfied in a way I hadn’t felt for years.
I didn’t know why I had given in so completely, why the part of that swore never to need again had fallen so easily into his arms. I didn’t regret it. Not for one second. I just didn’t know how to explain it to myself.
His lips touched my temple, his breath shaky against my skin. Then he whispered softly, his voice rough with worry:
"Hailee... are you okay?"
My eyes opened slowly to et his. His eyes held mine, full of fear, like he thought I regretted everything. I swallowed hard and nodded, though the truth was louder inside . The worry on Callum’s face didn’t fade. He wanted to speak, I could feel it, but I couldn’t let him. I was too afraid of what he might say. So I turned away, pressing my back against his bare chest, closing my eyes as if that would shut it all out.
But I couldn’t shut him out.
I felt his cock, hard and thick, pressing against my ass. My breath caught. Heat flared through again. God, I was a ss—still wanting more when I should have been satisfied. Still aching for him even after everything. I bit my lip, sha burning in , but my body betrayed .
He started talking—soft words against my hair, his voice low and tender. I didn’t even hear them. All I could feel was his cock, heavy and hot against , making my heart race and my body ache. Did he notice? Did he know what he was doing to ?
I couldn’t take it. In a whisper, I said, "Callum... leave."
For a second, silence. Then his voice, rough and amused. "Really?"
I nodded, breathless, though my body scread the opposite.
He pressed closer, his lips brushing my ear. "I don’t think so."
Before I could answer, my phone rang on the nightstand. I jumped, startled, grabbing it with shaky hands. Nathan’s na lit the screen. I felt panic, my thumb ready to end the call. But just as I was about to press it, Callum’s hand slid between my thighs, spreading them wide.
My gasp tore out of as his cock pushed in, slow and deep, filling in one long thrust. My phone slipped from my fingers, as I disconnected the call.
A moan ripped from my throat, raw and shaless, as pleasure exploded inside again.
He started moving, a slow, powerful grind that sent tremors through my core. I felt my hips instinctively lift and rotate, a purely reflexive response to et his rhythm, despite the panic still gripping my mind.
"Callum, stop..." I choked out, the words, thin and ragged. It was the opposite of what my body was screaming. "I... I thought we were over." The lie tasted like ash on my tongue, and it was imdiately contradicted by the sound escaping —a breathless, throaty gasp as he pulled back and then drove in with a slow, powerful stroke.
He chuckled, a low, knowing sound that vibrated against my back. "Do you hear yourself, Hailee?" he whispered, his voice rough with heat. "You’re talking about over while your ass is trying to swallow whole."
A fresh wave of heat flushed over at his bluntness. Sha mixed with the undeniable pleasure he ignited. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to regain control, but it was futile.
Then, his powerful hand slid beneath my legs. With a smooth, practiced motion, he raised them, hooking them over his shoulders. The angle was sudden, deep, and absolutely devastating. His next thrust wasn’t just deep; it was surgical.
A blinding shot of pure, concentrated sensation went straight to the most sensitive part of . The air caught in my chest. I wanted to scream his na, to shout out the dizzying relief of finally having that spot hit, but I bit down hard on my lip, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. A whimper was all I could manage, a high-pitched, desperate sound.
He leaned down, his mouth right beside my ear, his breath hot and ragged. His voice dropped lower, filled with a primal, possessive grit. "That’s it, baby. Don’t hold it in. Tell you want this. Tell you want to ruin you right here."
The filthy words, combined with the impossible pressure he was applying, were an anchor and a trigger. The sha was gone, replaced by a reckless, urgent need. His crude, passionate language was exactly what my dark, secret heart craved. God, I loved it, a thought flashed through my mind, even as I pressed my face into the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds that were begging to escape.
He slamd into again, hard and fast, then slowed just enough to rake his voice over my skin. "You’re so tight for , Hailee. Every part of you is saying yes."
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