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She trembled, another sob catching in her throat, and I held her tighter. Let her break. Let her feel everything she’d been trying to hold inside.

Tears soaked my shirt, and I held her until the shaking slowed. Until her breathing evened out.

But something had shifted between us. A crack in the dam. A vulnerability so raw and open, it pulled my soul out through my chest.

When the crying slowed, I tipped her face up. Her eyes were red, lashes damp, mouth trembling. But she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

When she leaned into me, I caught her lips with mine.

Not soft or tentative. This wasn’t a kiss. It was a fucking firestorm.

She straddled my thighs, her hips rocking unconsciously, grinding that sweet pussy against the thick ridge of my cock. And I let her. Encouraged her, even. My hands slid down to her ass, kneading the firm curves and pulling her tighter, feeding the heat that was rising like a fucking inferno.

When I deepened the kiss, she gave a broken moan and melted into me.

And that was it.

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My control snapped.

“You feel that?” I growled against her lips, rutting my cock up between her thighs so she could feel the thick length of me through my jeans. “What you do to me?”

“Callum,” she whispered, dazed and needy. “I can’t?—”

“You don’t have to do anything but feel, baby.”

My hands slid under her thighs, lifting her easily. I turned, carrying her to the bed in two long strides and dropping to my knees at the edge. I set her down gently, then I tugged the dress off, exposing her soft skin. Her bra followed, and my breath locked in my lungs.

She was fucking perfect. Full, heavy tits tipped with dusky pink nipples already hardened from arousal. A soft belly that would soon be growing with our baby. And those sexy as fuck legs quivering as I stood over her, taking her in.

When I couldn’t wait another second, I leaned down and kissed her throat, her collarbone, then trailed lower until I could wrap my lips around a flushed nipple and suck hard. Her back arched, her hands gripping my shoulders. I lashed the tight budwith my tongue while her fingers tightened, digging in. Then I switched to the other, and she cried out.

“That’s it,” I rasped. “Hold on, baby. I’ve got you.”

“Callum…”

“Say it again,” I growled, pulling back enough to watch her face.

Her lips parted. “Callum.”

Hearing my name in her soft, breathy voice went straight to my balls.

I fisted the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs. Her scent hit me like a punch to the gut—sweet, earthy, and unmistakably aroused. And fuck, she was drenched.

“You’re so wet already,” I rasped, my voice rough with need. “That for me, baby?”

Cheeks flushed, she nodded and tentatively parted her legs a little farther.

My smile was wicked as I winked at her. “Good girl.”

I made her come with my fingers first. One, then two, curling deep inside her while my mouth worked her tits again. She came with a gasp, trembling under me, her thighs clenching around my wrist as she fell apart.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I fought for control. When I opened them, Gemma was staring up at me in a daze, her chest rising and falling fast.

“You’re untouched.” It wasn’t a question.

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