“Never,” I rushed out. “I love the sound of your voice. It…eases me.”
She looked down at her hands. I tucked my finger underneath her chin and moved her face up so she would look at me, but she kept her eyes to the wall.
She breathed out, like she’d been holdin’ her breath. “I love the sound of your voice too. I love that you talk to me. And when you kiss and touch me…” Her eyes finally met mine. “I love that too. I want you as much as you want me.”
“No fuckin’ way.”
The way she looked at me, with stars in her eyes, made me feel like the sky.
With her chin still in my grip, I leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth was sweet, but so was the scent of her skin, the taste of it. It was like smooth honey as my tongue explored her neck, down her chest. She laughed a little when I circled my tongue around her navel. She sucked in a breath when I licked her thighs, getting close to her center. My honey. Her thighs started to tremble, and my cock twitched when she parted them.
I’d never been face to face with it before—it reminded me of an open rose, her delicate rosy lips soft like petals against my skin, but the center...honey.
The scent…intoxicatin’ as the perfume of the flower on a hot summer’s day.
All the blood rushed to my cock and it made my head hazy.
The same sort of madness took over my brain as it did before a kill, but this time it felt much lighter, but more potent. I was in the moment, but already so deep inside of her.
I groaned when my tongue licked up her center. Her legs clamped shut and she moaned deep inside of her chest before she relaxed and parted for me again. She was drippin’ wet for me.
As my mouth started to devour her, she started to buck her hips, rubbin’ against me.
I fuckin’ loved it.
How mad she was becomin’.
Ridin’ my face. Makin’ feral noises. Pullin’ my hair and beggin’ for more.
She trembled when I slid my finger inside of her, my tongue as wild as my breaths. When I reached up and started to tease her nipple, she went off like a comet in the sky. I was rewarded with her pleasure, drinkin’ it all to the last drop.
She convulsed a little when I licked her again. She clamped her legs shut, and my head was caught between. A trap I wanted to stay in forever. I was breathin’ in her scent like air.
“That was…” Her breath was comin’ in pants, and her eyes were closed. “I’m so sensitive now, but…”
She reached for me, and I took my place beside her. We started to kiss. My cock skimmed her leg and I growled. My cock was ragin’, like it was about to burst through the sheath it was in from that light touch alone.
She went to pull me on top of her, but I shook my head.
“You’re sore.” My voice was rough.
“Just a little.” Her voice matched mine. “And it’s…a delicious ache. Like you made a mark on my bones. Cian O'Callaghan’s mark.”
Before I could move, she turned over and climbed on top of me. She sat on me like I was her king, and my cock was her throne. She came down, her hair fannin’ around me in chestnut waves, and kissed me so deep, it felt like she took somethin’ vital with her when she rose and started to move.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I grasped her hips in my hands, barely able to keep myself from comin’ so soon. She looked into my eyes like she knew how much pleasure she was bringin’ me, and it was makin’ her high.
Her palms against my chest, she lifted some, almost takin’ herself away from me, and came down. I had to fight the urge to flip her over, pull her hair, and fuck her until she screamed out in pleasure.
“Do you like this, Cian?”
Words were stuck in my fuckin’ throat. I gripped her hips harder and brought my hips up, slammin’ into her. She hissed out a breath and started to move faster. Beads of sweat dripped down her skin and splashed against my chest.
We started to find a rhythm between the way she swirled her hips and the way I surged up. Our bodies were slammin’, and my balls were slappin’ against her gee.
“Feels so good!” She made a garbled noise in her throat, and even though I was still learnin’ the ways of her body, I knew she was about to shatter around my cock.
