Page 53 of Unseen Eye (Aetherian Chronicles #1)

The way he is angled allows his cock to rub against my clit, sending shocks through me every time they collide.

I reach down and wrap my hand around his length, using the time to fully appreciate the size.

As I begin rubbing it, he drops his head back and moans; the sound causing my toes to curl.

I increase my speed as he leans down to kiss me.

The kiss is full of need, lust, and desire.

With his mouth latched on to mine, I begin to torture him like he did me, drawing lazy circles over the head and feeling him flinch against every touch.

“Enough play,” he finally says, gripping my hand once again and slamming it down above my head.

He angles himself at my entrance and glances up at me one more time.

I give him a brief nod before he slides in.

He takes his time, allowing me to adjust to the considerable size of him before he pulls out and slams himself back in.

Our kisses become more needy as he continues to thrust in and out of me.

Every one, more mind blowing than the last. He lets go of my hands and I begin clawing his back, using any movement I can to arch himself deeper into me.

Deep.

He is so deep in me, and I feel him everywhere.

“So greedy,” he moans again my lips, “you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” He bends my leg forward, allowing himself to go deeper, and to the next level. It’s new with him, different from anything I’ve known before—and I’m utterly undone.

At this rate, I know I won’t last, and he knows it too.

His pace quickens, his thumb brushing over my clit in a way that pulls me even closer to the edge.

He may call me wicked, but this man is something else entirely, something devastating and all-consuming.

Damn the consequences; if I wasn’t already falling for him, I am now.

This moment just seals it—my heart, my fate, all bound to him, no matter how he feels. Because right now, he’s mine.

“So fucking gorgeous. I am never going to get enough of this view,” he says breathlessly.

“Finish what you started,” I demand, my breath just as ragged.

He doesn’t respond but instead picks up the pace.

He takes me again and again, never slowing down.

Eventually, I can’t take anymore and I explode.

I surrender to my climax again, allowing the feeling to spread throughout me.

Callon must have felt it, because no sooner is he bending my other leg forward, sinking even deeper into me.

Sweat beads up on his neck as he loses himself in me, groaning as he arches himself, riding his orgasm out.

I rock forward, allowing him to feel the sensation for several moments longer before he collapses next to me.

“Fuck,” he says, still trying to catch his breath. “That was—”

“Amazing?” I cut in. “I don’t think there are any words to cover what that was.” He wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he admits.

“Me neither,” I reply, a smile creeping onto my face. His fingers begin stroking my hair as we lie there in silence for a while, our breathing returning to normal.

“I can honestly tell you,” Callon begins, “I’ve never had sex in this room before.”

Without missing a beat, I retort, “Because that’s exactly what every girl wants to hear after a mind-blowing orgasm.” More sarcasm slips out than I intended, but it’s hard to hold back.

“Shit, that’s not what I meant,” he says, laughing softly. “I’m just trying to make a stupid joke—I lose all common sense around you.” His gaze flicks to the bookcase, and something in his eyes smolders. “And honestly... I’m already thinking of other things I want to try with you in this room.”

The urge to kiss him floods back, but before I can act on it, a nagging thought surfaces—one that I’m almost too scared to voice, but for the sake of my heart, I know I have too. I take a deep breath, summoning the same courage I found earlier.

“What now, Callon? And so help me gods if you say this was a mistake, I would like to remind you that your balls are very much exposed at the moment.”

“Why are you so evil?” He chuckles, angling himself slightly away from me.

Then, with a sigh, he says, “Honestly, I don’t know.

But I’m tired of trying to deny it. This—” he gestures between us “—is so much easier than avoiding you.” His eyes soften as he leans in, a kiss just a breath away.

But I still catch the unease in his expression, like he’s making a choice he’s not sure he deserves.

A slow smile tugs at my lips. “Oh, so we’re admitting you’ve been avoiding me the last few weeks?”

He gives me a lopsided smile. “I’m not sure if ‘avoiding’ is the right word, but maybe ‘strongly hiding’?” he adds with a shrug, his tone lighter. But there’s a darker undercurrent—like he’s been hiding more than just his feelings.

“Why?”

“Because I knew the next time I was alone with you, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from this,” he says and gestures around us.

“And look, I was right.” He chuckles softly, his gaze intense.

“I have no willpower around you. When you look at me like that—with that glint in your eyes—I’m done for.

Hell, the first time you called me Cal in the war room, it took everything I had not to take you right there. ”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, a victorious smile spreading across my face. “So what are you saying?”

He pauses, his gaze dropping as he gathers his thoughts.

“I’m saying that I can’t stay away from you, even if it’s reckless.

” His hand drifts to my face, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I want to be with you, Eva. But... it’s complicated.

My family, my responsibilities, the things I’ve done to protect all of this—they come with a price.

If you’re with me, you’re part of that world too.

And it’s... dangerous.” His voice drops, and I can see the weight of his words in his eyes.

“I can handle danger,” I say firmly, reaching for his hand. “What I can’t handle is being kept in the dark.”

His fingers tighten around mine, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions.

“I believe you,” he says softly, but there’s a hesitation, as if he’s not sure he deserves to let me see the parts of himself he usually keeps hidden.

“And I’ll tell you everything—just not tonight.

Tonight, let’s just be here. No responsibilities, no pasts. Just Cal and Eva.”

Relief and something warm flood through me. I nod, leaning in close. “Just us.”

“Just us,” he echoes, his hand slipping around my waist as he pulls me to him. In this rare, fragile moment, I let myself forget everything else and feel at peace—for the first time, I know he does too.