Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
It’s like asking a bird if it’s ready to fly. “Hell yes,” I whisper, moving my hands up and down his back.
He climbs onto the bed and we both fall back. There’s no humor to it, nothing about this moment is funny. The air is thick with need and the want is thick around us. We’re about to cross a line in this marriage I never thought we would.
I’m about to have sex with my husband and I’ve never wanted anything more.
Chapter 24
Callum
The sight of Violet sucking my cock will forever be ingrained into my memory. And what a erotic image it is. Everything about this woman surprises me more and more each day.
I can’t lie, I really didn’t think this marriage would lead to this. However, once I kissed her for the first time, I think I knew we’d end up in bed eventually.
It’s not something I want to actively think about.
Like what does our future hold? I’m willing to admit I haven’t really thought about anything past tonight.
Maybe I can fuck her this one time—get her out of my system—and things can go back to the way we planned. No sex. I work my long hours, and she works hers.
Safe. Simple.
Easy.
However, I’m not going to complain one bit about having Violet naked before me. My cock’s already stirring back to life, and my heart’s pounding in my chest so fucking hard, it might burst.
“You ever been tied up and blindfolded?” I ask her with a mischievous smile.
One eyebrow rises slowly as she stares at me wide-eyed. “Uh, no. And don’t think you’re going to tie me up now either.”
I press my forehead against hers. “I want you to trust me, Vi, like really trust me.”
I can see the uncertainty in her eyes as she gazes at me. “I do,” she whispers, but I can already tell she doesn’t.
“I need all your trust. Like a wife trusts a husband.”
“Yeah, but…” her words fall away, and she doesn’t need to finish her sentence for me to know what she’s about to say.
“What? We’re not really married?” I ask.
She nods slowly. “I mean, we are, but…” She’s speechless and it turns me on so damn much.
“Violet, I want you to trust me,” I smooth a hand over her hair, “I'd never hurt you.”
She licks her pretty lips, the same lips that were wrapped around my thick cock moments ago, and smiles. “Okay, Callum. I trust you.”
Ah, thank god.
Listen, I’ve never in my life wanted to blindfold or tie up a woman. I’ve always been pretty mild in the bedroom. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve had a relationship long enough to ‘experiment.’ I’m not even a hundred percent sure why I mentioned it now, but for some reason I want her trust more than anything.
I get up and walk across the room, my gaze lingering on Violet as she watches me with a mischievous smile. "Where do you keep your scarves?" I ask, trying to sound casual, though the tension in the room is thick, crackling with anticipation.
She giggles softly, that light sound that always manages to catch me off guard. "Or, I have an actual blindfold you can use."
I pause mid-step, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "You do?" I wasn’t expecting that. Violet always has this way of throwing me off balance, keeping me on my toes.
She nods, biting her lip playfully. "I do." With that, she bounds off the bed, her movements quick and graceful, disappearing down the hallway. A moment later, she reappears, holding something in her hand—a sleep mask. It's light blue with the words 'Horses keep me stable' scrawled across it in playful, curly lettering.
She hands it to me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Here you go."
I can’t help but chuckle as I take the mask from her. I move back to the bed, gently guiding her down, her body settling into the sheets as I slip the mask over her eyes. The ridiculous saying is now facing inward, hidden from my view, and for a brief moment, it feels like a private joke between us—this playful, teasing side of her that I love so much.
But then the mood shifts again, and my pulse quickens. I’m nearly giddy with anticipation, my mind racing with ideas of what I want to do with her first. The way she’s lying there, trusting me completely, makes my heart pound harder.
I reach down, grabbing my belt from the loop of my jeans, the leather smooth in my hands as I move to tie one of her wrists to the bedpost. The knot is secure but not too tight, just enough to hold her in place. She lets out a small breath, a soft exhale that sends a shiver down my spine.
I then reach for her own belt, unbuckling it from her jeans and using it to tie up her other wrist. My movements are slow, deliberate, and I can feel her anticipation growing with every second. She’s lying there, bound to the bed, her chest rising and falling steadily as she waits for my next move.