Yours Completely (Reign 2)

I didn’t want Cal to get lost to those self-loathing feelings. Because there was no escape from the spiral once it started. This strong man ran from a lot of things, it was now I realized that he ran from the past as badly as I did. Trying not to think of the one moment when your life changed forever. It also made sense why he was such a protector the way he was.

I wanted to help. To bring him back to me. To the present.

So, I had to focus on the present.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said again. I took a step toward him. My bare feet hitting the cold hardwood of the kitchen floor.

“Go back to bed and get warm. Stay under the covers,” he ordered.

“Cal, I’m okay. Look at me.”

He finally met my eyes, so much pain and loss and fear were plaguing him, and all I wanted to do was make it better.

“I’m right here. And I’m okay.” I reached out for him, and he looked at my hand like it was a snake ready to bite. “Please, baby,” I whispered. “Come here.”

I wanted to hold him. Support him. The way he had done for me. There was so much beyond the surface of Callum Malone that I didn’t even really know about yet. But I wanted to. I wanted to be what he needed now.

He finally took my hand, and I walked him back to bed. Keeping a tight hold, I laid down and brought him with me as I went. He resisted a little, but I kept pulling on his hand, and finally got him to lay with me—on top of me. Kicking the covers off, I wrapped my legs around his middle and my arms around his neck, and hugged him close.

“It’s okay,” I whispered in his ear.

One of his strong arms wrapped around me, while the other cupped my face.

“Don’t do that to me again,” he said.

“I won’t. I didn’t think they’d affect me like that.” I searched his face. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Though he was terrified, he’d stayed right there, in all his worry and still made sure I was okay. I couldn’t imagine the stress and fear he’d gone through.

I kissed the side of his mouth, his cheek, and his jaw.

He turned and caught my mouth with his, kissing me deeply. But there was more this time. Fear and longing and relief.

He hugged me closer, like he was afraid I’d somehow disappear.

“I’m here,” I said. “I’m right here.”

He kissed me hard and long. So much tension and aggression and concern. If I was thinking along different lines, it would almost feel loving.

He reached between us and pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock and bury it inside of me.

“Oh!” I moaned, loving the instant connection. He hugged me tight, thrusting hard, but never retreating, simply staying deep and stirring. He was so big, so strong that I caught my breath every time he hugged me hard. But I loved the feel of being wrapped up in such power. Like he was holding on to me and silently promising me he wouldn’t let me go.

He worked his body over mine. His lower torso rubbing over my clit while he moved so deeply already had me on the brink of coming.

I locked my ankles together and grabbed him as tightly as I could, taking everything. Hoping he’d give me everything, especially some of the burden he carried.

“Cal,” I whispered over and over. He just kissed me and rocked into my body like he was afraid to leave it.

“Lana…” he said my name and looked me in the eyes. With another powerful thrust, my orgasm burned slow, creeping up my spine and taking over my skin like thick lava. I couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to. I just gasped and watched him watch me. He kissed my lower lip, then gritted his teeth, and I felt his release shoot from him and carry my pleasure even higher.

Connected.

Holding each other so tight I didn’t want to ever let go. Didn’t want to be let go of.

And Cal was there, with all the mystery and pain and past that came with him. All things I wanted to know more about. I wanted to be what he needed. And I was afraid I might never understand the extent of his fear.

Chapter 16