Page 52 of Touched

“What were you right about?” I manage to ask.

“You taste like heaven,” he answers bluntly. Callum flips off the water, scoops me up in his arms, and yanks the curtain back. Cool air crests our bodies, and I want to shriek. He quickly rushes through the bathroom and into the bedroom that adjoins it, kicking the door closed behind him.

Reaching out, he fidgets with the knob for a moment. I still find that to be odd.

Humans and their locks.

It makes a clicking noise and Callum grins. Stalking across the room, he drops me on the bed. I bounce once before my wet, naked body settles upon it and giggle as he stands just above me in all of his nude glory.

Scooting back toward the pillows, I hungrily watch him as he follows. His eyes locked on me, like a predator seeking his prey. My heart drums within my chest and my thighs tingle as wetness from my desire coats them.

I cannot wait for him to pounce!

Callum grabs my ankles, yanking me toward him, sending me into another burst of giggles. Settling his hips between my thighs, his thick length lies against me as he leans down. My laughter dies down instantly, catching on a moan, as I watch the intense heat in his blue eyes.

“I love you, Aeris,” he whispers.

Touching his cheek, I tilt my head slightly, hoarsely saying, “And I love you, Callum.”

The head of his cock aligns with my pussy. He stares at me, locking our gazes, as he slowly pushes, entering me. I gasp as he fills me, taking his time. His eyes remain on mine. I’m lost in him, experiencing none of the excruciating pain that is expected of one’s first time.

Everything I’ve read about sex told me the woman’s first time is especially painful, but after that, it becomes much more comfortable and enjoyable.

Maybe this is for human women. I feel no pain.

Only this exquisite bliss.

The moment Callum’s cock is deep inside me, I burn. All I feel is the need formore. A carnal desire for this man to take me. To claim me as his.

Callum rests his forehead against mine and whispers, “Give it a minute. I’ll let you adjust. I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You’re not hurting me,” I hastily interrupt. “Remember, I’m a fairy. I’m not fragile. All I feel is pleasure and the innate need for more. Nowfuckme. Make me yours, Callum,” I demand, moving my hips against his.

“Fuck yes,” he gutturally groans. Then, he starts to move. The very moment he pulls back before thrusting deep inside of me, burying his entire length within the confines of my body, something inside me changes.

Oh, yes…

Oh, hells, yes.

This is fate. This is right.

I’m no longer just Aeris, a wind Fae from the land of Laric.

I’m Aeris, daughter of Wind and Spirit, forever bound to my Kindred.

My Sylph love… Callum LeBlanc.

I am his and he is mine.

There is no going back after this.

He’s coming with me to Laric.

Iwatch Aeris slip her dress over her head, bashfully keeping her gaze toward the floor.

She’s so beautiful.

She nervously runs her fingers through her hair as I lazily pull up my jeans. After buttoning them, I bend, retrieving my shirt from the floor. My eyes narrow as I notice the jagged tear marks on the back of my shirt, where my wings decided to slice their way through my back earlier tonight. Not having any other options to wear here at Grams’s, I slip it over my head. Perhaps she’s got a t-shirt I can borrow.

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