A grunt.
And then I’m slammed in the most careful way against the smooth top of a marble tombstone, my back arching as his weight presses me down. Callum’s hands are everywhere, pinning, gripping, claiming. There’s no soft warning this time. No teasing start.
It’s just me, him, and the primal, feral, filthy need between us.
Callum practically snarls behind the mask, and then I hear the rip. My sweater is destroyed in a single tug, the tiny buttons flying into the grass like fallen stars. My breath catches, goosebumps prickling along my chest as the night air brushes against my bare skin.
"Fuck." It’s a groan, not a word, and it’s filled with reverence as his hands cup my breasts, pulling and rolling the nipples like he justneedsto do this before he finishes our game. He shoves my skirt up, his fingers greedy and so damn possessive. When he sees what’s underneath, or rather what’s not, he curses again, louder this time.
"My sweet, fucking dirty girl, aren’t you?"
His voice seems deeper behind the mask. Rougher. Wilder.
A sharp slap lands on the sensitive part of my thigh. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to make me whimper and instinctively spread my legs for him.
Callum is so beyond waiting. Two thick fingers drive into my pussy without preamble, and my whole body jolts. My head tilts back and I cry out, the sound echoing off moss-covered graves. He fucks me with his fingers like he owns me, like he’s staking his claim right here in front of the dead.
"You came out here like this for me? No panties? Just your little fucking skirt and those soft thighs open for me to take your sweet pussy? Jesus, bambi. You want to be filled with my hot cum that bad, don’t you?"
"Yes," I whimper, clawing at the tombstone, at his arms, at anything I can touch. My hips grind down on his hand, chasing every rough thrust of his fingers. "Please, Callum. Please. I need it."
The violet light of his mask flickers above me. He looks like something pulled from a nightmare, and yet I’ve never felt safer.
He rubs my clit hard, fast, relentless with his hand that isn’t fingering me into a soaked mess.
"Come on my hand, baby. Come for me like the needy little thing you are. I know you want to be bred. Say it, say you want my cum,” he groans, like the words he’s said himself turn him on in ways he didn’t think they would.
"I want it," I sob out the words, my walls clenching around his fingers. "I want you to come inside me. Please. I need your cum, Callum. I need you so bad."
The orgasm hits like lightning. My whole body bows off the stone, a scream of only his name ripping through my throat as my pussy spasms around his digits.
Callum growls, ripping open his jeans with his free hand just enough to free his cock. I barely have time to breathe before he’s shoving into me, a deep and brutal thrust, stretching me wide.
"Fuck,” he’s the one whimpering for me now. “I’ll never get used to how tight you are, bambi. Never."
His hand comes up to wrap around my throat, not tight, just there, just claiming, and his thrusts turn more intense. Every thrust rocks the tombstone beneath me. Every snap of his hips makes stars burst behind my eyes.
"I’m gonna fill you up," he pants. "Gonna breed you. Put my baby in you. You want that, don’t you? You want to be mine in every way."
"Yes! Yes, Callum. Fill me up. Make me yours forever.” My pussy clenches around his cock at my words. I want that so badly, and my body does too.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I lock my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper. He groans, a long, broken sound, and then he’s coming. It’s hot, thick, and endless. His cock jerks inside me, spurting cum deep into my womb as his hand tightens around my neck just enough to make me feel it everywhere.
He collapses forward, his masked face resting against my breasts for a long moment as he catches his breath. I tug his hood down and run my fingers through his sweat-damp hair, gently sliding the mask from his face and setting it beside us on the stone.
He lifts his head, those dark brown eyes soft now as they lock on mine.
"I love you, Lilac. I’ve always loved you so much and I can’t believe you’re finally mine." He only looks away long enough to nuzzle my breasts with his face, kissing each nipple before he looks back up at me. “I wanted to say it so long ago, before the fake engagement even, but I didn’t want to scare you away.”
Tears sting the corners of my eyes as I whisper, "I love you too, Callum, and I need you to know that I always have. It’s always only been you."
Callum leans in and kisses me, soft and reverent now, like I’m some sort of miracle he’s wished for his entire life.
"I’m not glad for everything we’ve been through," he says quietly when our lips part, brushing my hair back from my face. "But I’m thankful it brought us here. To this. To you being mine."
I smile, letting my forehead rest against his. "I’ve always been yours, cowboy."
EPILOGUE
