He surges forward, capturing my mouth with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt. There is an urgency now, an edge of desperation that hadn’t been there before. As if he can’t bear another second of pretending, he doesn’t want me this badly. He hooks his fingers around the edge of my underwear, and in one fluid motion, pulls them away as though they were never even there, as if nothing should come between us.
His hands trail over my hips, possessive and reverent all at once. The air between us crackles, charged with something raw and electric. I can feel his breath against my skin, each exhale stoking the fire building between us. Before I can take another breath, his mouth is back on me, hungry and desperate, as if he’s starved for this. I slide my hands up beneath his shirt, my fingertips brush over warm, tense skin before pulling the shirt up over his head. He pauses for a heartbeat, just gazing at me.
Then he’s on me again, with fierce lips and sure hands. My body responds instinctively, rising to meet him. Every touch is fire, every movement an unspoken promise that whatever this is between us, it’s real.
Tá an fear seo ag teastáil uaim istigh ionam anois.(I need this man inside me now.)
For a moment, I honestly thought I was still dreaming, Croía is straddling me, almost completely naked. Her eyes meet mine, and in them I see something raw, something real. Vulnerability laced with a hunger she doesn’t bother to hide. My head spins as my breath gets lodged in my throat. She looks like a goddess risen from the ashes of hell, bruised, and battered, but more powerful despite it.
Desire and want floods my veins and I would give everything just to taste more of her mouth. However, right now I need more than just her kisses.Teastaíonn níos mó uaithi uaim.(I need more of her.)
I pull back from her slightly, just enough to meet her eyes. They're dark and dilate.
Without another moment of hesitation, I tug my pants down and my cock springs free, as though she’s daring me to lose control.My breath hitches. Fuck, I’ve never wanted anything so badly. I don’t miss the look in her eye, a molten mix of hunger and lust, as if she’s starving for something only, I can give her.
Beginning at her thigh, I roughly plant kisses, trailing up toward her pussy. Her skin tastes exactly how I imagined, sinful and heavenly at the same time. I could come with just her taste alone. She moans loudly when I press my nose to her clit. The sound explodes in my ears, sharp and disorienting, making my vision blur and my body jolt as if I’ve been hit by a shockwave.
Suddenly, Croía retreats backward, shock and disgust darkening her features. Her hands tremble slightly as she pulls the sheet around her bare chest, retreating further until her back presses against the headboard. “I’m sorry, I can’t… it’s my scream, it can kill you” she says, her voice brittle and raw. Her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” I say softly, desperate to reach her through the storm brewing behind her eyes. “It’s nothing we can’t work around.”
“Work around,” she scoffs, her voice thick with disbelief. “How?”
A thought springs to my mind, and I rise from the bed, tugging my pants back up as I press a firm kiss to her forehead. “Give me one second,” I say, my voice low, laced with resolve.
With a sense of determination hardening every step, I make my way into the kitchen, rifling through drawers and cupboards as though I’m a man on a mission. When I finally find something we can use, I tuck it into my waistband.
Eager to get back, I tear through the hallway like I’m possessed. Hoping Croía hasn’t begun second guessing in the whole thirty seconds I've been gone.
My breath catches the moment I step back into the room. Croía stands naked, her beautiful body on full display. She turns her head toward me and her gaze locks on mine. It’s still burning with an unshaken mix of desire and hunger that pins me in place. My pulse hammers in my ears as I cross the space between us, as though I’m a predator closing in. Her chest rises and falls, and I can almost taste the heat radiating from her skin. Every step I take feels like another thread snapping between restraint and surrender.
A sharp intake of breath escapes her lips when my hand closes around her throat, tight enough to warn, but loose enough to let her breathe. “Be a good girl for me and open wide.” I force the words past my teeth, choking back the surge of desire clawing its way up. She drags her teeth over her bottom lip, slowly, as if she’s toying with the thought of disobedience.
My restraint is fraying rapidly. So, I drag her closer, my fingers locked at the nape of her neck, forcing her into my space until her chest brushes mine. Her pulse thrums against my palm and her nipples harden. I hover my mouth over hers and her breath ghosts over my lips. I can taste the defiance in it, sweet and sharp like blood on my tongue.
Without a word, I roll my hips against her core in a slow, deliberate grind. Her moan vibrates through the space between us, low, needy, and highly dangerous. “If we’re going to do this, I’m going to need you to open that pretty little mouth of yours.”I command, my voice edged with hunger, hoping this time she’ll obey.
Being the goddess she is, she steps back and parts her lips, staring at me with a desire that makes the air thrum with tension. I yank the dishcloth free from my waistband and roll it tightly along its length. My cock hardens at the sight of her as I press the rolled dishcloth into her mouth, forcing her lips to stretch around it. If I wasn’t hard before I definitely am now, because Croía moans as I tie the ends tightly behind her head, and it sends a wave of pleasure through me.
With a dangerous hunger twisting in my gut, I step back, letting my eyes roam over her. I stare as the fabric digs slightly into her skin, muffling any sound. Fuck me… she makes my mouth water with a feral, almost predatory desire. I trail my fingers down her arms, backing her toward the bed. Then I ease her onto the mattress, my body following hers.
I know I shouldn’t want this so badly. There’s a voice in my head that is shouting,stay away.But, I can’t. I need this, I need him.Is lasc é chuig mo dhorchadas a athraíonn ionas gur féidir liom mothú arís.(He’s a switch to my darkness that flips so I can feel again.)
Desire overtakes my every thought, and I push him off me with a force I didn’t know I possessed. The confused look in his eyes makes my need for him that little bit sweeter. But the look quickly changes to pure lust when I help him tug down his pants and straddle his waist. I want to kiss him, my body screams for it, but with this dishcloth in my mouth I can barely close my lips together.
He runs his hands up and down my sides, moving around to gently caress my breasts before he guides his cock in line with my entrance. With heat flaming from his hands, I know I’m soaked already, I can feel the slickness on the inside of mythighs. My hands brace on his shoulders, as I slowly start to sink down on his cock. His fingers grip my ass, helping me. “Fuck,” he grunts. It burns as I stretch around him, he’s bigger than I’ve ever had before.
The warning voices scream again the moment I sink fully onto him.Stay away. I smother them, grinding them into silence. I’m not letting anything rip me from this moment. When I start to move my hips, the intenseness of being full takes over in the most delicious way.
“You’re so fucking tight,” his voice whispers, breathlessly, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I roll my hips again, harder this time.
“Fuck… Just like that,” he murmurs through gritted teeth. I continue with the same harsh pace causing his eyes to flare, the green gone almost black with lust. A wave of goosebumps erupts over my skin as a muffled groan escapes me. Oh my god! I dig my nails into his shoulders.
“You feel so good Croía,” he moans and that reminds me that I don’t even know his name, still here I am riding his cock. I can’t stop though, every shift of my body is deliberate, drawing out his breath. I savour the way he trembles under me, the way his heartbeat thunders. In this moment, I’m not just touching him, I’m claiming him, one lingering motion at a time.
I’m pretty sure I forget how to breathe when his cock twitches inside me. His fingers reach up to grip my throat and he studies me. Watching me as I fuck him into oblivion.
His eyes don’t leave mine, and I continue to grind. Each roll of my hips sends me closer and closer to the edge. I want to scream out so badly the frustration is boiling under my skin. Explosions erupt inside me as I climax to the point I’m shaking. He takes hold of my waist and holds me still as he thrusts inside me, hard, and I swear I see stars. “Croía.” My name comes out like an animalistic roar as he spills inside me. “Holy fuck,” he groans as I collapse against him. Both of our breaths mirrored, erratic and unsteady.
