[Vereena]
"You're really going to be the death of me, caileag." He growled eyes closes as both our noses touched. His spicy breath fanning over my face, his manly scent reminiscing of rain and sea. Slowly filling all my senses, wrapping my head up until there was nothing else that I could think of but him.
"Guess I'll have to follow you to the grave." I slide off the coat lackadaisically. My breasts sprang free from their constraints. The cool air kissed the peak of my teats, needing some attention. I take his hand, placing it between the valley of my bosoms. Callum's eyes immediately fly open as his palm instinctively spread against the cadence of my heartbeat. "Touch me, Callum."
I scooted over, straddling my legs around him. His other hand went to my rear, holding me steadily in place on his lap while his gaze fell into my bare skin that was littered with purple blotches, remnants of that cruel night I desperately wanted to forget.
