But one thing is for certain.
By the time tonight is finished, my wife won’t be a virgin any longer.
24
MAEVE
The kiss consumes me.
Sean's mouth is demanding, almost desperate, and I kiss him back with everything I have. All the fear, all the frustration, all the longing I've been holding back pours into this moment. His hands are in my hair, on my back, pulling me closer like he can't get enough, and I never want him to stop.
I hear Flynn say something about leaving as Sean carries me out of the bedroom, hear the front door close, but it barely registers. All I can focus on is Sean—the taste of him, the feel of his body against mine, the way he's kissing me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive.
He turns us, pressing my back against the bedroom door, and the solid weight of him pinning me there sends heat pooling low in my belly. This is different from last night, different from this morning. There's no careful control, no holding back. This is exactly what I've been craving. Exactly what I want.
Him, finally losing control. Forme.
It takes a moment for me to remember that he’s injured. That we shouldn’t be doing this. Every part of my body rebels when I gasp out a protest, and guilty relief hums through me whenSean refuses to listen, his teeth sinking gently into the curve of my shoulder in a way that sends ripples of pleasure through me. I should try harder to stop him… I don’t want him to be hurt, don’t want to make his injuries worse, but at the same time, my mind feels foggy with desire. If we stop now, I’m afraid this won’t happen again.
And Ineedhim.
He groans, and he carries me to the bed and lays me down, his body covering mine. The weight of him is perfect, grounding me even as everything feels like it's spinning out of control. I arch up, wanting to feel him everywhere, my legs tangling with his as a helpless whimper spills from my lips.
His hands find the hem of my shirt, and this time when he pulls it off, I know we're not stopping. This time, we're finishing what we started.
I should probably be nervous. Iamnervous. But more than that, I'm sure. I want this. I want him. I've never wanted anything more in my life.
He strips me bare beneath him, his hands all over me, cupping my breasts, his mouth finding my nipple, and coherent thought becomes difficult. Everything is sensation—his tongue on my nipple, his hand on my ribs, the rough denim of his jeans against my bare legs.
“You’re overdressed,” I protest, even as the scrape of the denim against my soft skin sends a shiver of sensation through me. Sean groans, laving my nipple with his tongue again before lifting his head to meet my gaze.
“If I take off my pants right now,” he growls, “I won’t be able to stop myself from shoving my cock in you. And you need to be ready before I do that,leannan. I’m too big for you, and I don’t want to break you.”
A shudder runs down my spine at the memory of him saying that to me on our wedding night—that I needed to be ready. Ididn’t understand what he meant then, but I do a little better now. Especially after seeing him last night in his hand, thick and long, almost frighteningly so.
Sean’s mouth moves to my other breast, and my head falls back, a gasp leaving my lips as I tangle my hands in his hair. He teases the stiffening peak with teeth and tongue, until my breasts feel sensitive and hot, every touch jolting through me.
He shifts so that his hips are pressing against mine, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing between my legs. My hips arch automatically, seeking out friction, and Sean groans against my skin.
“That’s right,leannan,” he moans. “Use me. Fucking soak my jeans while you ride me. I want you to come all over my cock before it’s even out for you.”
I never imagined anyone talking the way he does. It’s raw and filthy, and it turns me on more than I knew was possible. Heat rushes through me, and I can feel how wet I am, feel it on the inside of my thighs as I arch my hips and grind against him. I can feel the denim rubbing against my clit, feel the hard, thick ridge of his cock pressed against me, and I moan, suddenly desperate for more. More pleasure, more of the building, a tightening feeling that I know now leads to something incredible.
“I’m going to make you come as many times as I can before I’m inside of you.” Sean kisses between my breasts, lips grazing over my soft skin before moving back to the other nipple. “I want one right now,leannan. Come on me.” His hand grips my hip, guiding my movements as I writhe beneath him. “I want to hear it.”
I can feel it building, faster than I thought possible. That feeling tightens, my muscles tensing as Sean nips and licks at my breasts, as his jean-clad cock grinds against my swollen, sensitive, intimate flesh, and I realize I’m going to come. I’m going to?—
I cry out, the words spilling from my mouth as my head falls back and I claw at his shoulders, barely avoiding the scrape that I bandaged earlier. Sean lets out a hiss, and I start to pull my hand back as my body shudders through the climax, but he grabs my wrist, keeping it in place.
“Mark me up,” he growls. “I want your claws all over me, little kitten. I’d rather have your scratches than any other wound.”
The pleasure feels endless, and we’ve barely begun. I’m gasping, my hair tangled around my face as Sean starts to move further down my body, murmuring endearments in Gaelic against my skin. Every part of me feels sensitized, overwhelmed, and I breathe his name as his mouth skims over the soft skin above my hipbones.
He parts my thighs, groaning as his mouth brushes between them, and I moan helplessly as he starts to kiss the skin chafed from the pressure of his jeans against my naked flesh. He slides his tongue over every inch, licking and teasing until I’m on the verge of begging him for something I don’t entirely know how to put into words, and then he parts me with his fingers and slides his tongue up my center, and I’m lost.
I don’t know how anything could ever compare to the feeling of his tongue sliding over me, teasing my folds, my entrance, sliding up to circle my clit before he finally focuses in on it. He rolls his tongue over me in long, slow strokes that leave me gasping, the stubble on his chin scratching at my sensitive flesh, his lips sucking at me as he drives me to the point of being unable to speak. I can’t do anything but whimper and gasp, clutching at his shoulders and arms as I writhe under him, desperate for more, for him to make me come again.
I didn’t know it could be like this. I didn’t knowanythingcould be like this, and I feel half-insane with desire, with the thought that anything could be so good.
