My eyes were wet. It felt like they hadn’t stopped tearing up since the field of bluebells. But while they’d yet to dry, I could feel the pain in them drifting slowly elsewhere as Callum moved in me. His hips pumped in a deep, maddeningly languorous roll. I pulled myself higher and higher on the headboard to make room for his upward thrusts, his cut abs tightening as his smooth, hard dick parted and pierced me, pushing and pulling and rocking away all the hurt – everything that ever haunted me, that I was sure would never stop until now because Callum was perfectly gentle and firm as he coaxed it all away.
His murmurs were soft but his touch was strong, dominant as he filled me completely. He challenged me, stretched me just enough to give me the most powerful but pleasurable sense of fulfillment my body could possibly contain. I let him move, kiss, lick me as he pleased because everything he wanted, I wanted. Everything he felt, I felt. With a look in my eyes, he relinquished control and I rode him. I gripped the headboard, framed his beautiful face with my forearms and breathed him, my mouth brushing against his, our kiss on and off as my thighs pumped me slowly up and down his spearing length. He grew in me as I drowned in him, releasing pressure, anguish and heartbreak into my every stroke over his every inch. We were back to us. Finally. I felt his unwavering love in his grasp of my hips, in his worshipping stare, refusing to break. Our years of struggle manifested in his touch as his fingers dug into me, owning me, refusing to ever let go.
We didn’t lose each other for a second. Callum pulsed inside me as he moved me onto my back, laid his hard body on mine. Our gaze unbroken, he pulled my leg to his waist and sunk deeper inside, his blue eyes blazing as my mouth parted wider with his every solid ridge inside me. I felt filled and so incredibly good. But his words took me even higher.
“I’m never going to let go of you, Lake. Never again.” Callum’s whisper pierced the air of the strange room. He gnashed his teeth as he pumped harder, deeper into me, staking his final claim. “You’re mine, Lake. You always have been and you always will be. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I managed in my pleasure. “I hear you.”
“Say my name when you tell me.”
“I’m yours, Callum.” My breaths were desperate, hasty.
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Callum, I belong to you!” My words fueled the fire in his eyes as he nodded. And with a sudden plunge, I was crying out and he was growling, buried to the hilt in my sex with his mouth in the curve of my neck. His bicep pumped in my vision, every inch of his muscled weight resting on his elbow. It dug in the mattress as his hand gripped the nape of my neck, the other under my knee. Slamming inside me, he reclaimed control with no objection from my lips. My fingers curled around his sculpted jaw as I let it all out – every uncontrolled moan trapped in my body. My eyes squeezed shut as Callum responded to my every sound with a harsh groan and a deep thrust. The ecstasy blinded me but I knew that his gaze never yielded. Not for a second. He kept it pinned with claim on me till I was unraveling, gasping for air and shattering beneath him. I reached for him, pulled his face to mine and demanded his breath. I felt the heat of his stare fade only as he kissed me, sliding his arms under my back and pumping me to a relentless finish as he hugged me tight to his chest.
“You’re so beautiful, Lake.” Callum’s voice was thick with yearning but fulfillment as he gazed down at me, his handiwork. He’d rendered my body limp, writhing with satisfaction as sparks and spasms burst through my muscles. I felt the best kind of useless as I lay for him in bed, throbbing around his shaft and gazing up at his carved, unreal beauty. He leaned forward. I moaned as he flicked his tongue on my nipple. My orgasm did nothing to limit me from further pleasure as Callum took his time on me now, kissing along my shoulders and sucking on my earlobes. I soaked in the joy of watching him find pleasure in me, feeding his need with my body. His mouth brushed all over my skin, left trails of hot, wet kisses gleaming under the moonlight.
When I felt him getting close, I let my legs fall open for his thrust. Stomach up and back arched, I gazed down my naked side at the tantalizing view of Callum’s muscled ribs and clenching ass thrusting slow but deep inside me. The guttural sounds in his throat built gradually and the control shifted a last time as I clenched like a vise around him. “Lake,” he groaned as I held onto his orgasm. “Baby,” he pleaded, staring into me, his parted mouth curling in a weak grin as he shook his breathless head at me. I held onto it, held him tight for another few seconds, feeling us pulse together as one before finally letting him go. A second surge of bliss ripped through my body as I watched Callum jerk inside me and roar with a fire and passion I would never question again in my life.
Chapter Thirty-One
Lake
I was probably ten years old the last time I woke up feeling so fresh. At that point, I’d been years into my life with my grandma, had long known Callum but had yet to be contacted again by Trish. It was a golden age for me. I didn’t realize how truly long it had been since I’d felt pure and complete happiness till I rose from bed that morning with it filling my heart and my lungs. I even breathed differently.
“We’re gonna have to work on this,” Callum smirked as he pulled me to him from the edge of the bed. His raspy morning laugh was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life. “Sleep alright?”
“Better than ever.”
“Good.” He kissed the top of my head and rolled out of bed. Though my arms still ached to wrap around him, I didn’t protest because the view of his naked backside wasn’t something to ever complain about. I bit my lip as I watched him pull on a pair of boxers before taking his wallet from the dresser and sliding out something yellow and folded. “Forgot to give this to you yesterday.” He tossed it to me. I snorted at the piece of legal pad paper, dirty fingerprints staining its folded corners.
I smirked. “You’ve always been such a romantic.”
“Hey. Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
“I’d be more forgiving if this was an actual book,” I laughed, probably wearing the most quizzical face as I unfolded the paper. I finally had it fully straightened out just as Callum disappeared into the bathroom. Sitting up in bed, I squinted at the blocky yet messy handwriting that I didn’t remotely recognize. It certainly wasn’t Callum’s. Pulling myself to the edge of the bed, I brought what I realized was a letter closer to my face.
Lake,
I’m lucky to have never known that you were forced to go back to the park. I left your mother the week after you did. I drove away and I never looked back. But I would have come to get you if I knew. I didn’t realize I was worth the life I wanted till I watched scrappy you fight for yours. Thank you for that and know I admired you for it. You were tough as nails. All that time in that park you thought you were on the verge of breaking when I knew you were already broken. You were as good as dust and bones and I had no hope for you but you still kept fighting. That’s something to respect and learn from till the day that I die.
I know I was never your family but the good man who brought me those fine bottles of Scotch told me how you survived a second time without me at the park and it makes me feel like some kind of proud poppa. And he was asking for it so I thought why the hell not. I’m glad to. I won’t be there for the big day but I gave him my blessing and I hope you have the beautiful life you deserve.