Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Callum, I—”
“I know you are, little princess,” he grunts into me, his fingers digging into my skin. His eyes slide up my body to lock onto my own, and I can see the fierce, unflinching desire there as his tongue swirls over my clit.
“I know you’re going to come for me, little sweetness,” he rumbles into me. “You’re going to come on my tongue like a good girl. And later, once we’re married, you’re going to come for the very first time with a man’s cock deep in your sweet little cunt. You’re going to come for me, and me alone, and I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me to.”
I melt for him, and when his mouth drops back to my pussy, his tongue swirling around and around, I start to fall entirely.
“Marry me,” he purrs into my pussy, keeping me hanging on this edge, my whole body ready to explode.
“Callum—!”
“Marry me,” he growls again, fiercer this time, his tongue flicking out to tease my aching clit just enough to pull a haggard cry of pleasure from my lips.
“I—oh God… You, you already asked!”
“I asked your father, and now, I’m asking you, my little sweetness. I’m asking you to marry me, and be my one and only. My queen.”
His sinful tongue flicks across my poor clit again, keeping me hovering at the very edge of something wild and fierce.
“Callum…” I gasp, mewling little moans of pleasure as my entire body shakes for him.
“Say yes, beautiful,” he growls. “Say yes, and I’ll make this pretty little cunt mine. Say yes and I’ll—”
“Yes!”
The word has barely tumbled from my lips before he’s grunting and driving his tongue deep into my cunt. I scream in pleasure, my fingers curling in his hair and my hips eagerly and shameless bucking against his face. And when that tongue swirls over my clit over and over and over, I lose total control.
I scream as the climax comes thundering through my body. Everything blurs and goes red around me, and I’m barely aware of screaming his name over and over, bucking my hips against his mouth as he devours me.
Callum pulls away, and I positively melt into the bed, panting, shaking, trembling and whimpering. The world spins around me, and I’m barely aware of him sliding up over me, cupping my jaw, and leaning down. His lips crush to mine, and I can taste myself on his mouth.
…I taste sweet.
And all it does is kindle the fire inside of me, making me gasp into his lips, hungry for more.
“I meant it, you know,” he growls into my mouth.
“Meant what?”
Callum pulls back, his eyes burning into mine.
“About making you my queen. About making you my everything.”
I bite my lip, eyeing him, feeling my heart swell and my pulse race.
“You do mean it, don’t you?”
“I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything in my life,” he groans, pulling me close and crushing his lips to mine once again.
“Marry me, Cat. Marry me and me mine.”
My mouth sears to his, and I can barely whimper out my “yes” as I kiss him with everything I have.
And then suddenly, we both hear it, and we spring apart. Callum growls, whirling towards the window, and beyond it, the sound we both know.
…It’s the sound of horse hooves—a bunch of them, and people shouting and talking.
Callum growls, getting up from the bed, his kilt still pulled wide open and his thick, rock-hard cock jutting out from between his muscled thighs.
God is he big…
He strides for the window, glancing out of it from the side before he mutters a swear.
“What is it?” I bite my lip, my brow worrying.
Callum’s jaw tightens as he turns, and he growls as he strides back to the bed to look at me, stretched out and half naked across it, my eyes full of need for him.
For more.
“It’s your father.”
My eyes fly open.
Oh God…
Chapter 6
Catriona
I gasp, springing off the bed as my heart jumps into my throat.
“How—!” I whirl, my pulse racing as I grab my underskirt off the floor and yank it on, my cheeks blushing red. I shove my dress back down, my hands shaking as I smooth it down.
“Catriona!”
My father’s voice booms from outside, and I pale.
Here I am, half naked with a gorgeous, sinfully tempting man with his cock out, all alone together in a remote tower. And my father is outside, looking for me. I rush to the window, hiding as I take a quick peek out, and my face falls.
It’s not even just my father. It’s him, my perpetually sour stepmother, Darcy, easily thirty of his guards, and a whole damn wagon train—sleeping carriages, a cook wagon, and more.
My pulse races as I whirl from the window, swallowing thickly.
“How did they find me?”
Callum chuckles deeply, and I blink, my eyes darting to him. I blush, catching him just as he’s tucking his thick cock into his kilt, though it’s still so hard that the tartan looks obscene as I bulges with the size of him.