Page 37 of A Courage of the Chosen

I narrow my gaze on him before settling back on his chest with my head tucked beneath his chin.

I’m slowly being lulled back to sleep, the steady thrum of Callahan’s heartbeat sounding in my ear, when the sneaky bastard rolls his hips again. I match him this time, and push myself down as he rises to tease me.

“Two can play this game, General,” I say mind-to-mind, as I circle my hips so that he can feel exactly what he does to me.

His arms tense around me.

“Dhia, do that again.”

Callahan might like to be in control most of the time, but he’s more than willing to hand it over to me whenever I ask. He showed me that last night, when I demanded he fuck my mouth, and when I begged him to let me ride him until we both saw stars. He was more than happy to oblige.

I do as he asks, slowly rotating my hips one way, and then the other. My growing wetness spreads along his length that twitches whenever I move.

His chin tilts higher, and I move to press my lips to the underside of his jaw, coated in neatly trimmed stubble.

The ache from last night is completely forgotten as I watch Callahan’s mouth open wider with the pleasure I bring him. There’s an insatiable thirst for him that’s humming beneath my skin. Could it be our connection that pulls me to him like no other? I don’t know, and I don’t care.

I slip a hand between my legs and move him so that he’s poised at my entrance. With the next motion from him, I welcome Cal into my body as he drives in inch after delicious inch.

Callahan’s hands slide down to grip my waist. “How is it that each time I slip inside you, it feels better than it did before?”

“Shh now,” I repeat his own words back to him, silencing him with a kiss that he greedily dives into.

I don’t move. I sit still and let him fill me completely. Hip to hip. Mouth to mouth. Heart to heart.

This feels too good. He feels too good. It’s selfish of us really, to take these moments for ourselves when there’s a war happening, but we take them anyway.

My family has been decimated. I’ve been tormented and tortured and manipulated, and if the cruelty of life has taught me anything, it’s to savor the small moments of joy where you can find them.

I relish in the quiet where nothing exists but us, knowing that at any second, this brightness could be snatched away.

Callahan moans. My name a prayer on kiss-swollen lips. “Ride me. Show me how that perfect pussy comes for me.”

My answering groan gets swallowed by Callahan as I withdraw right to the swollen tip of his cock, and slide back down.

I take him at my pace, not the frantic fucking we did the first two rounds last night, but a steady tempo that builds.

When I tumble into oblivion, my body trembling and soaked with sweat, Callahan is right behind me, cursing as he buries himself deep inside me.

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We fall back asleep for a while, and Callahan wakes me with soft kisses down the middle of my back.

I grumble, decidedly less chipper than I was when I woke earlier.

“Good morning.” Callahan’s voice isn’t raspy like it was before. I know firsthand that he needs a little time in the mornings to gather himself, except to tease me, it would seem.

More kisses, and the scent of soap mixes with the amber tones that make Callahan’s smell so unique.

He rolls me over and places a gentle kiss to my lips. “Let me see those eyes.”

I squint awake, the sunlight brighter and blotted out by Callahan’s form that leans over me.

“Breakfast will be here shortly, along with the cavalry. I’d suggest putting some clothes on, so I don’t have to gouge their eyes out for seeing you like this.”

“Ugh. I could do without that visual before I’ve had my coffee.”

Callahan laughs quietly, and kisses me once more before heading into the living area. Eyes half closed, I clamber out of bed into the bathroom, tie my hair into a messy knot on the top of my head, and shower. I don’t bother to check my reflection as I give my teeth a quick clean and dress in a simple blue shirt, black leggings, and my favorite black boots.