Page 17 of The Blacksmith's Heart
The weight of his words settles between us, heavy and electrifying. I reach out, my hand brushing against his, and the spark that ignites is impossible to ignore.
“You matter to me too,” I admit, my voice steady despite the rapid beat of my heart.
He leans closer, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin. “Then don’t ever doubt that I’ll protect you, Callie. No matter what.”
The space between us disappears, and when his lips find mine, it’s not just a kiss. It’s a promise—a vow that, no matter what comes next, we’ll face it together.
Chapter Ten
Liam
“Thank you for saving me,” she husks later, her eyes swirling with warmth as she gazes up at me from my pillow. The adrenaline of the day has finally eased, her body tangled around mine feels right. I run my fingers through her soft hair and plant kisses along the curve of her shoulders and the dip of her throat. She is stunning, irresistible, and completely mine.
“I’ll always save you. I’d protect you with my life, Callie. Always.”
She presses a soft kiss to my lips, fingers tangling in my hair as she moans softly against me.
"Touch yourself for me," I whisper, watching as uncertainty flickers across her widened eyes and her hands begin to shake. "I want to see you touch yourself."
"I-I..." she stammers, shaking her head and avoiding my gaze. "I don't do that."
My arousal grows at the realization that she is truly untouched–by any man or even by herself. She is a pure, delicate flower, and I am the only one who will ever have the privilege of cherishing her.
With gentle movements, I remove her t-shirt, guiding her hand down her smooth thighs until our fingertips brush against the elastic of her panties. Her breath quickens and I can feel her heart racing beneath my touch. With a soft look of trust in her eyes, I release my hold on her hand and urge her on with my gaze.
“Slide your fingers around the top, show me where it feels good, precious,” I instruct. The lust in my eyes burns, barely contained as she follows my guidance.
“That’s it, nice and slow. Do you feel that?” She sighs and closes her eyes. “Keep going, baby. Keep swirling those fingers until you can't take it anymore.” Blushing a deep crimson, she squirms as her inexperienced body builds towards an orgasm. Her nipples peak beneath the soft fabric of her bra and I clench my fists, desperate to touch her again. But this moment is important, it means everything.
“What are you thinking about?” My voice is thick with emotion as I slip a hand down my pants and take myself in my grip. My gaze remains fixed on her writhing form, the soft strands of hair on my pillow, one hand between her legs while the other clenches at my sheets. I'm almost losing control. I've been starved for the warmth and comfort of her touch, and just when I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, she answers my mail-order bride ad.
“I'm thinking about how you'll feel when you're finally inside me,” she hums like a prayer as her fingers pick up speed on her soft bud.
“Jesus, precious.” With a growl, I give in and crash down onto her. Delicate fingers tangle in my hair as our lips meet in a fierce kiss. She feels so good. She feels so warm. She feels like home. Kissing my way down her graceful neck and across the gentle curve of her collarbone, my hands roam up her body to cup her breasts in my palms.
She is both heaven and hell, and my ultimate undoing.
I slink down her body, tasting the inner corners of her delicate elbows, the soft skin at her wrists, the aroused flesh above her pubic bone. I expose her soaked wetness to my hungry gaze, licking my lips before glancing up at her. Holding her intense eyes, I lick one long stroke up her slit, swirling and nipping. Her breathing picks up, her eyes closing with a cry as her hips begin to rock seductively.
"I'm going to make this as easy as possible for you," I crawl up her form, kissing my way along her full breasts until I reach her bra. "But it's going to hurt." I continue kissing across her cleavage and quickly suck at her nipple as two of my fingers slide between her slick folds, rubbing her arousal at her entrance to ensure she is ready.
Her hips buck and she pants shallowly as I press one finger inside, the searing hot sensation of her pussy throwing me off balance and unleashing the animalistic rage deep within my gut. I suck in a breath, kissing my way up her neck before finding her lips and slowly kissing her with languid strokes as I add another finger. She arches and yelps for a moment before settling into a slow rhythm, accompanied by soft moans this time.
“You're so sweet,” I say, pulling my fingers away from her body and sucking on them, savoring the taste of her. Her eyes dart from my powerful thighs hovering over her bare body, back up to meet my gaze. “Are you sure you're ready for this?”
“You should know that there hasn't been anyone before you, before us,” I tell her as I wrap her creamy thighs around my waist and push down my pants. She watches as I kick them off one leg at a time and return to her, our skin now touching. “You're the only person I've ever kissed, Callie. The thought of touching anyone else usually repulses me, but with you it's different. You're just so perfect and sweet, I naturally assumed you probably had more experience than me…”
I move my nose up her torso as I line myself up with her entrance. Dragging my thick length up her slit, making sure to rub the tip against her clit, sending shivers through her body that bring a rogue grin to my lips.
“You're so sensitive. God, I love that about you.” I stroke again. “Every touch and you're so wet for me.” My voice lowers another octave. “Just for me.”
Callie's sharp fingernails dig into my shoulder blades as I speak, and with each pass of my cock she seems to work up more momentum. Her hips tip against mine, grinding and grating, chasing sweet release.
She hisses when I thrust gently, feeling the slow stretch of her body, then stilling myself once I break through, seeing the wince of pain on her beautiful face.
"Shhh...I'm sorry." I stroke a hand through her silky strands, willing my powerful thighs to keep me in place and prevent thrusting for her sake. For her sake, I must control myself.
"I-I'm okay," she whispers, but I can hear the sting of pain in her voice.
