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Her eyes snap to mine, our gazes locking. “I’ll never, ever leave you, Callum! I promise!”
“And I you.”
“Good! Now, for the love of the wee island, finish what you’ve started!”
I bury my face in her. Licking. Kissing. Swirling my tongue around that clit before flicking it over the swollen bud. I reach her entrance, pushing the button for the last time, turning the toy to its most intense speed.
She gives a squeak and a squeal, then a scream. “I’m going to come. Oh Lord! I’m going to come.”
This time, I let her.
I kiss her sweet pussy, letting the vibrator do its work on the inside while I pleasure her clit. When the climax hits, she curls her entire body around me like a roly-poly bug from her garden.
She cries out, my name so sexy on her tongue. “Callum. Yes! Callum.”
“Can ye take one more?” I turn the vibrator off.
Slumping against the bed, she throws an arm over her face. “No. I cannae.”
I chuckle into her pussy. Slipping the toy out of her, I replace it with my two thick fingers, pumping inside her with such force that she’s instantly curled back up around me.
“Callum! You bad, bad man!”
I give a dark chuckle, forcing another orgasm from her weak body.
After cleaning her up and washing my face, I come back and hold her on that tiny bed, making do with the space we have. I wouldn’t care if we were on a crib mattress. I’d still be holding her tight like this.
She relaxes against me, snuggling into my chest. “This is so nice.”
“‘Tis.” I kiss the top of her head.
There’s no time like the present.
I slip the ring from my pants pocket. The one I bought the day she denied me the dance at the Hobgoblin. At the time, I’d bought it with a cocky, assured grin on my face, knowing I’d make her mine.
Today, I bring it as a gift, an offering, not an ounce of confidence in me. She’s got no reason to agree to what I’ll ask her. I’ve done her so wrong.
Still, I’m going to ask.
I hold the ring up for her to see. “Marry me, Fiona.”
“What?” Eyeing the ring, she sits straight up, pulling blankets up to cover her nakedness.
“Is that…an…engagement ring?” she asks.
“Aye,” I say. “Do ye like it?”
“That’s not the question at hand. Of course, I love the ring. What girl wouldn’t?” She shakes her head, bewildered. “It’s gorgeous.”
“What is the question at hand, then?”
“Where did it come from? What are you doing?” Her voice shakes. “Callum…”
“Please. Marry me,” I plead.
She’s not answering. My heart falls. Have I misjudged her feelings for me? What have I done…The tiny ring feels heavy between my finger and thumb.
“Callum…” She looks as if she’s trying to process.
