Chapter Seven

S oft light filtered through thin blue curtains, and Sophia stretched, jumping with fear when she rolled over to find Callum beside her. She'd completely forgotten that she'd fallen asleep at his flat the night before after hours of talking, sorting out the many pieces of their mystery, and pleasuring one another in ways she had never experienced before.

The soreness between her legs, the ache in her thighs, and the clumsy smile on Callum's face made her feel the heat of a flush as it all rushed back to her. His short, dark hair stood up around his head, and a sexy scruff covered his jaw.

"Good morning, gorgeous," he murmured, pulling her closer and kissing her deeply until she groaned and opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue to taste hers.

"Good morning," she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling closer. When his fingers slid between her thighs beneath the sheets, she eagerly offered herself to him, widening her legs as her pulse rate increased.

"How did ye sleep?" he whispered before leaning down to suck one bared nipple into his mouth. She'd forgotten that they'd both fallen asleep nude, but she was very glad they had. His touch was a balm to her soul, one she had waited centuries for. It was true that, as Sorcha, she'd been too shy to approach the strong, handsome warrior that Ronan had been.

But as Sophia, she was bolder and ready to seize the life and the man she'd loved for so long. Both Sophia and Sorcha's memories drifted through her mind, and she knew it would take a while to adjust. But the only thing that mattered now was accepting the gift she had been given—to be loved by Callum and to share a life together. They were young and had many years left to grow, travel, and work together with Samuel, but she vowed never to shy away from what she wanted again.

And right now, she wanted Callum. "Make love to me," she sighed as his fingers stroked along her sensitive, needy flesh.

"I don't know if we have time," he said, nibbling on her neck. "Class starts in an hour."

She groaned and arched when his fingers hit the perfect spot. "Then later. Promise?" she gasped when electric waves of pleasure ran through her body.

"Och, I promise," he said with a cheeky grin, watching her with rapture as she shuddered and went limp beside him. "I dinnae think there is anything I could ever deny ye," he added, giving her one more intense, passionate kiss before pulling the sheets off of them. His long, lean muscles flexed as he climbed out of bed, and she watched his perfect arse as it flexed when he picked up his boxers.

Callum turned around and raised a brow at her, knowing she'd been watching. Shamelessly, she shrugged and slid out of bed, perfectly comfortable in her skin, which was an entirely new sensation for her.

"I told you that you have a nice arse," Sophia said with a wink, making Callum chuckle before pushing her back onto the bed to kiss her senseless as she laughed and squirmed beneath him with delight.

When Sophia's soul had left, so too had many of her reservations and fears. She had a new lease on life, and Sorcha had waited 1,337 years to finally be here with Callum.

And there was no way she was going to squander one more second of it.

The End