Hailee's POV
Callum sped up. He slammed harder, his hips driving into mine with a force that had the bed rocking. A scream of pure pleasure welled up in my throat, but my hand instinctively flew up, covering my mouth to choke it down. I couldn't let my moan echo through the walls of this room. My body might be saying yes, but the frantic pounding in my chest was still filled with unspoken, complicated doubt.
But He didn't need to hear it. He felt it.
With one final, shuddering surge, he poured himself into me, his body shaking on mine as the world exploded in a blinding rush of white-hot sensation. My own climax tore through me a moment later, a powerful, draining wave that left my muscles weak and tremulous.
He collapsed, his breath ragged, his weight heavy and comforting. Slowly, he withdrew, leaving me feeling exposed and suddenly cold. But before I could focus on the loss, he rolled onto his side and, with a tender strength, pulled me back against his chest.
