‘Maybe you just liked the novelty of me being a virgin.’
‘I can’t say I hated it,’ he admits. ‘But…’
He takes my hand and presses it against his rapidly swelling cock. ‘I’m going to want you more than once. You’re going to be far from being a virgin by the time I’ve finished with you, Niamh.’
He kisses my hair, his fingers stroking my body. ‘From now on, you’ll never think of doing that with any man but me.’
I smile, the thought filling me with a bubbling sense of joy. ‘I never have.’ But a sense of uncertainty clouds my vision as I wonder what hope there is that this might last.
‘Are you sore?’
‘A little,’ I admit. ‘An ache rather than anything else. It was… perfect. And I’m glad it was you.’
His smile is smug until his expression falls.
‘You should hate me for what I did. Before. For the way I made you feel. Thinking that?—’
‘For making me think that I was repellent to all other men? That I was doing something wrong. That I would never have anyone to hold me, or love me, or?—’
He winces. ‘I wanted to be the only one,’ he says. ‘The only man to take you, to hold you, to love you.’
I sit up, emboldened perhaps by the change in me, and I lock my gaze with his.
‘Cillian. I’m giving you this one chance because I want you, too. But if you mess this up, I won’t give you another one.’
He looks momentarily astonished at how assertive I am being, before smiling.
‘Okay.’ He kisses my neck, sending tingles down my spine. ‘I promise to spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.’
‘Even if I’m stuck here forever?’
‘You won’t be. I’ll fix this. I promise.’
‘You can’t promise that.’
‘No.’ He strokes my hair.
‘You’re not going to stay for long, are you?’ I say, as he kisses me, his hand on the side of my face comforting me.
‘I can’t. I have to go back tomorrow. It’s too dangerous for now.’ He sighs. ‘But I’ll sort it out. Somehow. I just need some time.’
Staring into his eyes I can see the truth in his words and I’m even happier when he spends the next half an hour proving that this was not just a one-off. And that my virginity was not the reason he wanted me. As his body ploughs into mine, I know I’m no longer a needy, wanting mess. Now I have him and he’s giving me exactly what I want without any more holding back.
‘Look at me,’ Cillian demands. And suddenly it’s easy. I can’t move, can’t get away. He’s giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible, and it seems so simple. The only thing I have to do is look at him, so I lift my gaze to stare into his milky-blue eyes.
I expect this orgasm to hit me harder and faster, but instead it’s like a slow wave rolling over me. I cry out, the way he moves inside me, slow and relentless, building my pleasure to a cresting peak. Every heated promise he whispers fuels the fire building inside me and no matter how deep he is, how connected we are, I can’t seem to get enough. His fingers circle my clit, again and again, until my back arches off the bed, bringing my breasts closer to his mouth, and he leans down and sucks as I fall apart. Finally, he slams home, finding his release for a second time as he fills me once more.
‘Niamh,’ he whispers as he moves, letting me turn on my side. I’m facing away from him, a little raw and exposed, and he pulls me back against his hard body, wrapping an arm around me and holding me close.
‘Cillian…’ I murmur.
‘Shh. Just sleep,’ he whispers.
Chapter29
Cillian
Ihaven’t slept. Sleep was impossible after I made love to her for the first time. But I don’t want to push her too fast, so I let her sleep through the night, kissing the back of her neck to wake her only when the sun is fully up. There’s still half an hour before she needs to get up, and selfishly I want her again before I leave.
