[Vereena]
I slowly lowered Callum down into our bed, grunting and struggling not to drop him, purposefully cursing him for being so hardheaded. He was practically molesting me all the way down to our quarters, though I must admit, he already had me turned on with all the touching he was doing with my breasts and the constant licking on my neck.
It was even a miracle that we made it here without stumbling in the hallways.
"It's so hot, caileag," he panted, writhing restlessly in bed, making an effort to disrobe himself.
"Callum, stop it. You'll only hurt yourself more." I chided, swatting his hand from scratching his wounded side. Fortunately, the bandage is still tight around his midsection. However, he was sweating like a dam. His shirt was already soaked through, and large beads were falling off of his temple. His eyes were close, lips parched, and he was also breathing in shallows. I don't know if I should be concerned or not, but he's gone a bit paler.
