“Exactly. And maybe it will work off a bit of the pain you’re carrying.”
The wind picks up briefly and lifts a few strands of Cian’s auburn hair. They drift back down across his forehead for a moment and then a small smile creeps across his lips. “You really think it will be that easy?”
“No.” I sigh softly and I pat his arm. “But it’s a start. We might be alone, but we have each other.”
“That’s also what scared me.”
“Us?”
“What if I’m not strong enough to protect you?” Cian’s voice quavers slightly. “I think I’m more broken than I want to admit.”
“I’m basically treating you like you’re made of glass so any strength you have in there is a bonus,” I tease softly, then I place my hand on his cheek. “You don’t have to bestrong enoughbecause that’s bullshit. We’re a team, remember? You pick up my slack and vice versa. Sometimes, we’ll be fifty-fifty and other days, we’ll be seventy-thirty. But as long as we stick together, Hawk can’t touch us.”
Whether it’s my speech, the quiet calm of the beach, or the alluring roll of the waves next to us, I can’t tell, but I suddenly feel incredibly peaceful standing here with Cian looking deep into my eyes.
And I think he feels it too because the next second, his lips are pressing against mine in a gentle but very needy kiss.
12
CIAN
Keeping my hands off her becomes a distant thought after the first kiss. She’s like a drug, completely intoxicating, and the kiss just immediately reignites something deep inside me. It’s a sensation I cling to, one that’s not warped by trauma or fear. It’s pure, unadulterated desire and I’m hungry for her.
Luckily, Faina is just as hungry for me and she pulls me deeper into the kiss until our hearts are racing in sync, and I’m willing to pass out just so the kiss doesn’t break. It has to eventually and we escape the beach, making it to a nearby bar with loud music, dancing patrons, and colorful cocktails. No one bats an eye as we weave through the crowd hand in hand and stumble into the bathroom at the very back. I don’t even glance at the sign.
All that matters is Faina is back in my arms as soon as possible.
The cubicle door slams closed behind us and I push Faina up against it, kissing her passionately. Her hands cup my face, roam around my neck, and then slide into my hair where she grips tightly and pulls me closer against her body. As she arches into me, the cubicle door creaks and threatens to give way so westumble into one another, bounce off one wall, and then I have her up against the brick wall which supports her much better.
The cramped space means nothing because I barely break away from Faina as we kiss. My eager hands roam her body from her breasts down to her waist and hips. Then I’m on my knees for her, buried under the loose skirt of her dress and shoving my head between her legs.
Faina yelps softly and she clutches at my head with one hand through her dress. It becomes an anchor point while I pull her panties aside and slide my tongue through her already slick folds.
She tastes as heavenly as she always did and I surge up against her until both her legs are over my shoulders and the only things keeping her upright are me and the wall. Her soft moans barely reach me through how her thighs cover my ears, but I know every twitch and tremble under my tongue. I know that her thighs tense when I’m paying attention to her clit, that her hips tilt when she wants me to pay attention to her entrance, and that she quivers like a leaf when she’s close to coming apart under my dedicated attention.
As she comes from my tongue sliding inside her, her loud moan just reaches me and I grin against her while lightly tongue-fucking her through every tremble of pleasure that quakes through her. Then I gently pull away and she struggles to stand while panting.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, clutching at both my arms while I hold her waist to keep her upright. “I think I like it when you’re a little sad. You’re so much more eager.” There’s a teasing flash in her eyes that makes me smile.
“So you like it when I’m a little wounded, huh?” I murmur, leaning forward for a kiss, but she stops me by raising one finger and pressing against my lips.
“You wanna kiss me?” she asks breathlessly.
I kiss her fingertip. “Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Earnit.” The sultry edge to her voice sends a curl of pleasure through my gut and my cock, already stiffening in my pants, swells so rapidly that it feels like a punch to the gut. Faina slips from my hold and settles onto the closed toilet, then she slowly drags the glittering, silver skirt of her dress up her gorgeous, toned legs.
“Down, boy.” She smirks at me, tilting her head and sending her dark hair cascading over one shoulder.
I don’t need to be asked twice. I bring Faina to a second orgasm that has her clawing at the walls and pulling hard on my hair in her desperation to stay quiet and not alert anyone to our activities, but luckily, the thumping base of the music keeps us hidden. She comes apart piece by piece and draws me into a light leg lock around my shoulders that has me eagerly eating her out for a third time. By the time she comes again, she’s a quaking, breathless mess and sweat makes her skin shine like glitter. Her pussy becomes so sensitive that a single stroke of my finger from her clit to her entrance makes her tremble hard, and finally, she grants me a kiss.
I kiss her with as much fervor as I worship her pussy and by the time I sink my cock inside her deep heat, I’ve lost all control. Ifuck her hard and fast against the wall, pouring all my pent-up sexual frustration into pounding her until the walls shake and my left leg threatens to seize up.
It’s so worth it.
