Turn Away | c.h

Chapter 66 - Mine*

not gonna lie...
last smut chapter ever.

*harry styles voice* or is iiiittttt ? ;)

so prepare for a GOODN! and ik ik, last smut chapter means this book is slowly coming to an end
:(( still have some hectic chapters to go though! trust me... y'all aren't ready for the shit storm.

how are you guys feeling about Stella finally being a vampire? do y'all recon Calum made the right decision?? let me know:)

love you all!
enjoy xoxox

I let out a soft sigh, brushing my wet hair down my shoulder. I heard faint music coming from our room, so I turned away and placed the brush down on the bench. Wrapping my arms around myself, I hugged the towel to my body and padded to our bedroom.

The sight made me week in the knees; Calum laid there topless, his jeans low on his hips and legs sprawled out. I stopped in my tracks to admire the way his large hand gripped the book above him, his other hand running through his hair. He looked lost in whatever he was reading, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed together.
I slowly leant against the doorframe, letting my eyes wander shamelessly across his features.

Calum's eyes peered up at me, brown orbs taking mine in. I softly smiled, watching as he lowered the book, his expression shifting into one of amusement.

"What're you doing?" He lowly asked. I shrugged, my bottom lip moving between my teeth.

"Just looking." I softly said. He brought himself up onto the palm of his hand, book moving to rest on the bedside table.

"Just looking?" He mocked, clearly noticing me drinking him up completely. I playfully rolled my eyes, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to my pile of clothes scattered on the floor.

"What, I can't just stand here and admire how attractive my boyfriend looks?" I softly laughed, reaching down to pick up an oversized top that belonged to Calum. He watched me intently as I removed the towel from my body and slipped on the shirt, not even bothering with undies or a bra. It was only going to be a hassle to take off, later.

"Hey, I'm not saying you can't." He chuckled, holding his hand up in defeat. I quietly laughed, pushing my damp hair back before treading over to the bed. He continued to watch me, as if he didn't just sarcastically criticise me for doing the same. I smiled at the though and climbed onto the soft bed.

He welcomed me into him, his hand instantly moving to my bare thigh. I listened in to the music playing in the background, tilting my head slightly.

"What's on?" I asked. His fingertips drew patterns across my skin.

"This is The Clash." He spoke, moving closer to me. I softly nodded.

"I like it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nodded, a smile of amusement crossing my lips as he moved even closer. His touch trailed up the inside of my thigh, teasingly inching high and higher. I obviously took notice in it, my gaze returning to his. A playful kind of spark had ignited behind his captivating brown eyes, the kind that I only saw when we were intimate. I now knew I was in for a long night.

I inched forward, trailing my gaze down to his lips. He ran his fingers across my upper thigh, thumb dangerously close to where I needed him the most.

"Hey, Cal?" I softly said, feeling his movements slow against me.

"Yeah?" He hummed, getting up from his position. I softly smiled as he nudged me down against the mattress, moving to hover over me. I placed my hand on his neck, rubbing my thumb across his jawline.