He set me down gently and took his spot next to me. I reached out to him and he came to me. When our mouths touched, it was like magic had turned the night liquid around us, our hands and movements causing the current. We followed it, the issues between us drowning, while we held tight to each other.
Chapter28
Maeve
My eyes opened to a cold, dark room, but Cian’s mouth was warm as he kissed my neck, my lips, my chest… I shivered from how good it felt, and then closed my eyes and sighed as he made his way down. He kissed my thighs open, and…good morning to me.
Even if the room was cold, our bodies were warm, and it was like I was floating in the clouds as his tongue did things to me that my entire body sighed at.
I broke just as the sun came up.
I coaxed him onto his back and returned the favor.
Then we were in the shower, and after all we’d done the night before, and that morning…he had to carry me to the vanity in the bathroom and sit me down after we were done. My legs were useless. He dried me, then had me slip my arms inside my robe. He gently unraveled the knots in my hair, drying it after.
He ran his hand through my hair, like he was running it through water. “Everythin’ is so beautiful about you, Maeve.”
I shivered before I stood. I grinned and pointed at the chair. “Your turn.”
My grin turned into a smile when he almost hurried to take it. He enjoyed it when I freshened up his cut. I used my towel to dry his back and then got to work, humming as I did. His eyes watched me the entire time until they closed. He sighed, and every so often, his skin would convulse at my touch. When I was done, I leaned down and kissed his pulse.
“All done, handsome.”
His eyes blinked open. He nodded.
“How does it look?”
He shrugged. “I just ask you not to shave me bald. Then you’ll have no reason to do this.”
“I’ll always have a reason to do this,” I whispered, running my hand down his neck.
He stood, towering over me, and had me take the seat again. He disappeared into the closet, and when he came back, he was holding a small box. He handed it to me. I opened it slowly and stared at the two rings for a second before he took it from me and got down on one knee.
As gently as he’d untangled my hair, he took my left hand. He slipped off the band that belonged to his mom and then slid another V shaped band on. It was as delicate as the first band, lined with diamonds with one larger one at the tip, but it reminded me of a crown a queen from a different time would wear. He took the second ring out of the box. It was in a halo style, the marquise diamond in the center at least four karats. He slipped his mom’s band over it.
He ran his finger over mine. “You said yes to me.”
“I’d say yes to you with only a promise, no ring needed.”
He looked up at me with those enchanting eyes, and after I caught my breath, he barely touched my face.
“Thank you, Cian O'Callaghan,” I whispered, closing my eyes, resting my hand against his palm. “I love you. I always have. I always will.”
I gasped as he lifted me off the seat and set me on the counter. He removed the towel from around his waist and got the robe off me in record-breaking time. His mouth was on mine like he wanted to inhale my soul, and his hands touched me in a way that seemed like he was going beyond flesh and hitting bone. He ran his hand between my legs, and a low groan trembled in his throat.
“So fuckin’ wet for me.” He licked his fingers before he tilted my hips up. We both groaned as he entered me.
My eyes automatically closed, but he took my face in his hand and ordered me to look at him. Our eyes held while he thrust in and out of me. I whimpered at how connected to him I felt. He growled low in his throat, like he could feel it too, and he’d protect it all costs.
One look. One touch. One word. And we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I wanted this…needbetween us to last forever. I was almost desperate for it.
I’d never experienced a man in this way, and I wasn’t sure if this was normal, how we couldn’t seem to stop, but if it wasn’t…I didn’t want normal. Ever. I felt like I’d die without this.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I started to chant, my voice almost vibrating, when the tension inside of me started to become almost unbearable.
“Look at me,” he barely got out. “That’s it, my intoxication. I’m going to fill you up and give you a purpose. You’ll never miss a part of me, if you have this.”
His words made no sense to me, but I wasn’t concentrating on what they meant…only the soft tone of them, how sexy he was, how good he was making me feel.
