Her expression softens. She strokes my cheek with her thumb, cupping my face like she’s so fucking comfortable. Like she’s been doing this for a million years. I lean into her touch without shame.
“I’m a taken man,” I repeat quietly. “And I want everyone to know it.”
Lilac leans up and kisses me. It’s soft, sweet, and just fucking perfect. And then she says something that guts me.
“I’m so thankful for you, Callum Grey.” I groan, because I can’t take the way she says my name like that, like I matter, like I’m not a goddamn wreck of a man.
So I kiss her harder. Deeper. My weight presses her into the mattress, and my mouth finds her breasts again. I suck her nipples, one at a time, worshipping her as she sighs.
She’s everything. My first crush. My obsession. My girl.
I never stood a chance.
“I have hockey,” I mutter reluctantly, dragging my lips from her skin. “Practice starts in less than an hour.”
She brushes her fingers through my hair. “I need to shower before class.”
I pin her down when she tries to pull up into a sitting position. I’m not quite ready to end this, so I kiss her. Then I slide my hand down her belly.
“No, you don’t need to shower,” I whisper. “I pushed my cum inside you last night. I want it to stay there. I want to know I’m inside you all day while we’re apart.”
She gasps when I rub her clit, her back arching off the bed. Her thighs tremble as I push two fingers into her soaking pussy.
“Callum—”
“I’m treating you the way I would if you were really mine, Lilac. Full on. No holding back. This is what I want.”
She bites her lip, eyes wide, but she nods.
And I lose it.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I growl. “So fucking perfect. So sweet and wet and mine.”
I press my thumb to her clit, fingers thrusting in and out of her slick heat. Her body is trembling under my touch. Her thighs clench around my hand like she never wants me to stop. I lean down and press kisses along her jaw, whispering how good she is, how beautiful she looks when she falls apart.
“You take my fingers like you were made for them,” I murmur against her neck. “No one’s ever going to get near this pussy. You hear me? You’re mine, baby.”
She moans and nods, barely able to speak. And I lose myself in her all over again.
“You’re the only one who knows, Lilac,” I breathe. “The only one who knows the shit I want. The things I crave from you.” I slide my fingers deeper inside of her, curling them just right until she gasps. “I want to fuck a baby into you,” I whisper. “Noone will ever see you like this. I’m going to fill you up over and over until you’re round with my baby and everyone knows who made you that way.”
Her pussy clenches again and I groan, almost losing it at the way she squeezes my fingers.
“You’d look so fucking beautiful pregnant, bambi. Swollen with me. My good girl. My perfect fucking girl.”
She cries out as her orgasm crashes through her, shaking beneath me, breathless and wrecked.
I don’t stop. Not until her hips are twitching and she’s gasping for breath. My fingers are soaked with her, her scent thick in the air. Then I lean down, kiss her neck, and hold her close.
“I’m going to have eyes on you all day,” I whisper. “While I try to figure out who’s behind all this shit. And then I’m going to make arrangements for us to visit your parents.”
Her fingers curl into my hair, and she can’t find her voice. I’m proud of the fact that her legs are quivering from what I just did to her.
“I’ve got you, bambi,” I say. “No matter what.”
Because she’s mine.
And I’ll burn down the fucking world to keep her.
