Page 172 of Taming the Beasts

He chuckled.

“I need about a thousand more of these.” I started taking pictures of him as he walked over to me. Who knew a walk could be so sexy? Callum belonged on a runway. Or maybe in a magazine. Yeah, he definitely belonged on the cover of a magazine.

“Baby.”

I lifted my gaze from the lens.

“We have our whole lives to take pictures. But only one wedding night.” He grabbed the camera from my hands and set it back down on the nightstand.

“Which is why we need to document our wedding night...”

He silenced me with a kiss.

Okay, maybe he was right. Being lost in the moment was probably a better use of time. I could take a million pictures of him later.

He pushed the tuxedo jacket off my shoulders as I undid the buttons on his dress shirt. As soon as his fingers touched my skin I felt frantic.

I’d been with Callum Walsh the vampire and my boyfriend many times.

I’d been with Callum Walsh the mortal and my husband zero times. And I couldn’t wait to change that number.

I undid the buckle of his belt as he undid the clasp of my bra. I was used to his touch being cold. But it felt so right to not be shivering tonight. He was warm. Alive. Human.

He slid his hand beneath the front of my thong. And again, I was surprised at how warm his touch was. It was the same, yet different. And I was equally addicted.

He groaned as his fingers felt my wetness.

I grabbed the collar of his dress shirt. “You don’t need to warm me up. I’ve been dying to have you just like this...”

His lips slammed against mine.

He tasted different too. Sweet like the ice cream we’d just had, instead of minty fresh after trying to erase the taste of blood on his tongue. He no longer needed to try to hide who he was. Not that I’d ever asked him to. But tonight it felt so good to be just us, without any heaviness. I’d gotten so used to always having a hint of danger in the air when we touched. The only danger tonight was me coming before he barely freaking touched me. I was desperate for him.

He grabbed my ass, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me over to the bed.

“I never thought I’d get to feel you as...me,” he whispered against my lips as he set me down.

“I hope it feels just as good.” I reached for the sides of my thong.

“It’ll feel better.” Before I could push my thong down, he grabbed the front of it, ripping it in two.

“Callum!”

“I’ll buy you another.”

I laughed.

He got down on his knees in front of the bed and lifted my ankle to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss against my ankle bone.

“Absolutely not,” I said and wiggled my foot out of his grasp. “I need you right now.”

He shook his head. “I’m planning on making love to my wife on our wedding night.” He grabbed my foot again. He leaned down to kiss the inside of my shin bone.

But again I wiggled it out of his grip. “You can make love to me after I feel the new you.”

He raised his eyebrow at me.

“Please, Callum. I can’t take it anymore...” My voice trailed off as he slowly stood back up.