He wrapped one of his arms around my waist, keeping me snug against him, our bodies covered in sweat and boiling hot. Then he lifted his cum-covered palm to my mouth.
“Clean it off.”
Ngh. Fuck, he was so effortlessly commanding, and I’d been mellowed out from our play, no urge to push back remaining. I leaned forward and licked at his palm, slow, methodical movements. I lapped at him like a kitten, taking my time cleaning my cum from him.
When I finished, he rested the hand against my other hip and pressed a kiss over the bite mark on my shoulder. It still ached, the deep sort, from how hard he’d bitten, but the bit of sweetness sent my insides fluttering. I’d be clawed and marked all over after this, and I relished each and every one.
“Is that everything you hoped it would be?” he murmured against my neck.
“Yeah, it was,” I responded, a shiver rolling through me. I’d held my fantasy secret within me for so long, the idea of getting chased down and pinned and fucked at my captor’s mercy, and Cillian had filled the role perfectly.
I’d never met anyone who fulfilled me this way, not only with how he fucked and claimed me, but also…with more. The time with him today had confirmed how his presence set me at ease, and he coaxed my past from me with little effort. Around him, the loneliness wasn’t as pervasive, as oppressive as it’d always been.
His knot began to deflate inside me, and he slipped out of my hole. The cum trickled down the inside of my thigh, and I savored the sensation.
I turned around to face him at last. Cillian snagged the tattered fabric of my clothes from the floor and slung them over his forearm. His slacks were unzipped and down around his thighs, his cock still out, but he wore the same button-down from earlier, just slightly more rumpled. The sight of him so put-together while I was stripped down and wrecked got me hot all over again.
“C’mere,” he said as he approached. He tucked his cock back inside his slacks and zipped them up, then gestured me close. I took a few tentative steps forward, my legs wobbly, my whole body covered in marks, some soon to be bruises. Cillian scooped me up with ease, the way he often liked to after we fucked, and I didn’t hesitate to rest my cheek against his chest. His heartbeat was strong, steady, and I found a bone-deep comfort there.
“Let’s go back to my room,” he said. “Might just keep you naked the rest of the night.”
“How is that different from any other?” I asked, my voice slurred.
The exhaustion slammed into me hard, and my vision started to blur as my eyes grew heavier and it grew more difficult to keep them open.
Cillian stepped out of the library, carrying me in his firm grip, and as he strode down the hallway my lids shut, and I surrendered to the darkness.
Chapter 21
When I blinked my eyes open, I was in a bed.
It wasn’t mine, but I recognized the silken sheets as Cillian’s. Except he wasn’t lying beside me like he usually did. I rolled over to my side, biting back a groan. The movement reminded me how much I’d been ravaged, and ungh. Tonight was everything I could ever have hoped for.
Cillian stood by the window, gazing out at the city. He cut a stark silhouette, even against the midnight landscape that lay beyond. There was something lonely about the way he lingered there, as if he carried an impossible burden. I’d been getting glimpses of the weight Cillian bore, evident in his loaded silences and obvious avoidance. And it was clearer today that he was tangled in something far deeper than he would speak of.
My heart ached. I wanted to reach out to him, offer him comfort, solace.
I pushed up to sit on the bed, and the creak of the mattress had him turning around.
“Awake at last?” he commented, a low, slow smile dawning on his features.
“Mmm, someone fucked me so good I could’ve slept straight through the night.”
“Oh, who might that be?” he responded, his coy tone a joy. He strode over and settled on the bed next to me. “I’ll need to look over your cuts.”
“I’m not frail,” I responded.
Cillian arched one of those dark, thick brows. “I’m well aware.”
Heat rushed through me at the memory of how he hadn’t held back with me. How he’d unleashed his inner beast and fucked me like he wanted to break me. Goddamn.
“I grabbed your phone and a set of clothes,” he said, gesturing over to his dresser top where they lay. “As much as I want you naked in my room, I don’t think the rest of the staff needs to see it.”
I snorted and leaned back onto my elbows. “Who’s to say they haven’t already?”
A low growl escaped Cillian’s lips. A thrill rushed through me at even a hint of jealousy from this man. He pushed up from his seat. “Let me go get you something to eat and the proper antiseptic.”
With that, he strode out of the room, and my chest ached at his disappearance, even for a brief time. Somehow, I’d become intertwined with him without realizing. The desire to spend every waking second by his side beat at a steady thump inside me.
