Page 89 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

Sienna complies, rolling onto her stomach. I grab her hips, pulling her up onto her knees. My cock throbs painfully, aching to be buried inside her. I line myself up, teasing her entrance with the tip.

"You ready for me, baby?" I ask, my voice rough with desire.

"Yes," Sienna breathes. "Please, Callum. I need you inside me."

I push in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight heat enveloping me. We both groan as I bottom out, my hips flush against her ass.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," I pant, giving her a moment to adjust.

Sienna pushes back against me, silently urging me to move. I start with slow, deep thrusts, gradually picking up the pace. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our mingled moans.

"Harder," Sienna demands, her fingers curling into the sheets. "Fuck me harder, Callum."

I grip her hips tighter, slamming into her with abandon. The headboard bangs against the wall with each thrust, but I couldn't care less. All that matters is Sienna and the way she feels around me.

"You like that?" I growl, spanking her ass lightly. "You like it when I fuck you hard?"

"Yes!" Sienna cries out. "God, yes. Don't stop."

I reach around to rub her clit, determined to make her come again. Her walls flutter around me, and I know she's close.

"Come for me, Sienna," I command. Saying that out loud hastens my own release. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

A few more well-aimed thrusts and she's falling apart, screaming my name as she comes. The feeling of her clenching around me pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep inside her, groaning as I empty myself into her warmth.

We collapse onto the bed, panting heavily. I pull Sienna against my chest, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

"That was..." I trail off, unable to find the words.

Sienna turns in my arms, a satisfied smile on her face. "Yeah," she agrees. "It was."

TWENTY-NINE

Sienna

I see your face in the light of day

11:04 AM

Sunlight streamsthrough the large windows, filling the room with a soft, golden glow. It’s the kind of morning that feels too perfect to waste, but I can’t bring myself to move. Not yet.

The white cotton sheets are soft against my skin. They are still tangled around us like the aftermath of a storm. Everything feels light, like the weight I’ve been carrying is on pause for just a moment.

Callum is lying beside me, his arm draped across his forehead, his other hand resting lazily on my hip. His chest rises and falls with slow, steady breaths. The sharp angle of his jaw catches the sunlight and accentuates the kind of rugged charm that is completely unfair this early in the morning.

The warmth of his body next to mine anchors me, easing the chaos swirling in my head. If I could bottle this feeling—this rare, perfect calm—I’d carry it with me everywhere, ready to open it whenever Marcus tries to turn everything upside down, or when lawyers and headmasters fill my day with endless demands.

"You’re staring," he murmurs, not moving his arm from his face.

"How do you know? Your eyes are closed."

"I can feel you staring."

"You’re imagining things," I counter, smiling as I shift onto my side, propping my head up with one hand. "Maybe you’re staring in your dreams."

He smirks, finally tilting his head to look at me. His crystal blue eyes are soft, still a little hazy from sleep. "If I was dreaming, you’d be on top of me right now."

I laugh, shoving at his chest playfully. "It wasn't too long ago that I was."

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