Callum's POV
My thrusts were brutal, each one driving into her with the kind of force that left no doubt in my mind that she was mine. I wanted this to be the best she'd ever had, wanted her to remember me in every breath, every tremor in her body. And from the way she looked—drained, flushed, and completely undone—I knew I was doing exactly that.
"One last style," I groaned, pulling out of her reluctantly. My cock twitched at the loss of her heat, but I wasn't done. "On your feet, baby girl."
She shivered as I helped her up, her legs trembling, her breathing ragged. She managed to stand, though barely, and I moved in behind her. My voice was low and rough against her ear. "We're doing The Bends. Bend for me."
