I let out a whimper, unable to form words.
Cillian growled, and he fucked in hard, right as his teeth descended into my shoulder. My whole body went limp from the way he claimed me, and I fully surrendered, my mind going blank. The sting of the bite offered the pain I craved, and the endorphins shot through me just as my cock rubbed against the silken sheets.
That was all it took.
My balls drew up, and my orgasm exploded. My spunk shot into the mattress, and white-hot bliss flooded through me. Breath halted, vision stuttered, everything shut down in the wake of such a powerful force. I soared to heights I’d never reach again, not without Cillian taking me there, to a space where I drifted in pure pleasure and nothing else mattered.
Everything else faded except for us.
Cillian continued to thrust into me until his muscles tightened around me, and he let out a muffled roar, his fangs buried in my shoulder. His cum flooded through me again for the second time tonight, and his knot began to expand inside me. The stretch stung even more this time, my hole oversensitive and overworked, but I still craved the fullness inside me, knowing we were locked together.
I didn’t budge underneath him, dead to the world. His weight rested on me, but I savored the heavy feel of him, how he covered my body entirely. I slowly came back to earth, but I was in the best damn place possible. He unlatched from my shoulder, and an ache bloomed on it afterward. Cillian took his time licking at the marks he’d left, ones I needed to bear.
Fuck. I couldn’t imagine not having his marks on me, of leaving this place.
My eyes burned, and I was relieved I faced away from him. The drops leaked onto the sheets instead. The yearning to stay in this place, in this moment, grew so overwhelming I found it difficult to breathe.
Cillian nuzzled into the crook of my shoulder, pressing an idle kiss there. His cock was buried in me, his knot keeping us tethered, and I wanted that forever. Somehow, in such a short span of time, he’d branded himself on my very soul.
“When you leave in the morning, don’t say goodbye,” Cillian murmured.
“What?” I asked, his words driving a dagger through my heart.
“I can’t stand the idea of saying goodbye to you.”
My throat grew tight, and more hot tears leaked from my eyes, soaking into the sheets. Because truth be told, I couldn’t either. “I’m coming back.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he warned, his muscles stiffening around me.
“I’ll always find a way back to you,” I said, a thread of pleading in my voice. I needed him to understand that this wasn’t the end. That we weren’t over. I would find my father, and then I would return to this man who’d awakened a hope inside me I’d thought impossible.
That I could find someone to belong to, who belonged to me in return.
Cillian’s grip tightened over my hands, and he pressed another kiss against my neck in response.
Maybe it was better we weren’t facing each other right now. He was still buried inside me, and I knew he could feel the tremble of my limbs, hear it in my voice, but I didn’t want him to see me break. Just like I didn’t want to see the melancholic sadness in his eyes, a knowing there, as if he believed this truly was the end.
For tonight, I’d hold onto any remaining moments I could claim with him.
But in offering me my freedom, Cillian had claimed the final piece of my heart.
I belonged to him.
I wouldalwaysreturn.
Chapter 27
When I woke up in the morning, the bed was empty.
Cillian was nowhere to be found.
My chest caved in. He’d made himself scarce so he didn’t have to face the goodbye, and I couldn’t blame him. If I tried, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk away either. However, I also wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t attempt to find my father. His messages were all that had kept me afloat during my early days here, and fuck…I just needed to know he was okay.
I pulled on my clothes from yesterday and slipped on my shoes. All the movements made a little of his cum leak out of me, and it dripped down the inside of my thigh. His scent lingered in the room, the brimstone and deep plum I craved. I made it to the doorframe but paused there. His bed was rumpled, from us. After his knot had deflated, he still hadn’t pulled out, but he’d held me the entire night, his grip a little tighter than normal.
My heart ached, a visceral thing in my chest. I’d never experienced this sense of longing before, and I knew deep down, I’d never find a connection like this again.
“I’m coming back.” I whispered the promise, the reminder.
