Page 137 of The Broken Keys

“I promise.”

His pace quickens, the controlled restraint shattering into something more desperate, more needy. He’s pounding into me now, his hips snapping against mine, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside.

The pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core, a spring wound to its breaking point. It’s building, an explosion waiting to happen.

He takes a deep breath, the last of his control crumbling. He gives me a hard, possessive kiss before pulling back.

His eyes are dark, focused entirely on where our bodies are joined. He draws back slowly, almost all the way out, and the emptiness is a sudden, sharp loss.

“Lily…” He squeezes his eyes shut, stilling himself for a moment. “I need a minute. I don’t wanna come yet.”

“You can come and we can do it again.”

He pushes back in, a slow, deliberate glide that makes every nerve ending light up. He does it over and over, setting arhythm that’s less about frantic need and more about rediscovery. Each stroke is a question, and every time I tilt my hips to meet him, I give him the answer.

“You’re so wet, vixen.” He moans. “Is this all for me?”

“All for you,” I breathe, my hands roaming over the hard planes of his back, feeling the muscles bunch and flex with every movement. “Only ever for you.”

He stops, his gaze connecting with mine. “It’s only been you. All the time we were apart… You, this is all I ever wanted.”

He shifts his angle, and the new depth sends a jolt of pure pleasure through me. I gasp, my head falling back against the pillows.

“God, I love you.” He targets that spot again and again, his movements becoming more confident.

His loving stare is so intense, like he’s trying to join directly to my soul and witness every single sensation as it washes over me.

He leans down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations are almost too much.

“Callum…please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for. More? Faster? I just know I need something to break the perfect, agonizing tension coiling in me. “Don’t be gentle with me. I’m not glass.”

He pushes himself up, hooks his arms under my knees and lifts my legs, spreading me wider and opening me up completely. The new position is vulnerable and exhilarating.

He’s deeper than ever before, and the raw power in his expression as he gazes down at me makes my heart clench. He starts to move again, and this time there’s nothing slow about it.

He pistons into me, his hips snapping against mine. Our bodies make a loud, slick, percussive beat in the quiet room.

“Look at me.” He reaches between us, his fingers circling over my clit. “I wanna watch you come apart.”

I lock onto his piercing eyes. The intensity is staggering. He pounds into me like he can’t help it.

His control is gone, and that leaves me smiling. No matter what happened in the past, a past I can’t remember, there’s no denying how much he wants this. Knowing that is enough to make me believe this is meant to be.

“Callum, let yourself go.”

“I wanna make this good for you.”

“You are. I’m right there with you, love.”

He rolls his hips, chasing his own pleasure as he drives me toward mine. The spring inside me winds tighter, tighter, until it’s almost painful. My whole body is trembling, straining, on the very edge.

“Let go, Lily,” he grunts, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Come for me, vixen.”

His words are the trigger. My orgasm crashes through me, a violent, shattering wave that steals my breath and my vision.

“Callum…” I cry out, a broken, helpless sound as my inner muscles clench around him, pulsing and milking his length.

It goes on and on, pleasure so intense it borders on pain, wringing me out. He follows right behind me with a guttural roar, his body going rigid as he buries himself deep inside me one last time. He pulses within the condom, his release a powerful, final throb.