Hailee's POV
Callum was fucking me hard, driving so deep it felt like he was almost reaching my womb. Every thrust was powerful, almost punishing, as if he needed to prove something with every stroke. My body shook under the force of him, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.
It wasn't just sex—it was more. I could feel it in the way his hands gripped my hips like he was afraid to let me go, in the way his chest pressed against my back, hot and trembling. He wasn't just fucking me—he was claiming me, pouring all his jealousy, his anger, his desperate need into me.
And yet, underneath the roughness, I felt his love. It burned through every movement, wild and consuming, as if he was trying to carve his place inside me so I'd never forget him. My moans spilled out without control, my body arching back to take more of him, even as I trembled on the edge.
