I smirk. ‘Don’t be silly, Cillian. You don’t believe in love.’ I run a hand over the soft skin of my stomach as if to smooth away the nerves beneath.
Dark, knowing eyes bore into mine. ‘I don’t believe in alastinglove. And rightly so. Because this lingerie isn't going to last. In fact, I’d even go as far as saying it’s ruined already.’ He parts my legs, slips a finger inside my thong, and swipes through my wet heat.
A gasp slips from my lips. ‘Cillian.’
He slides two fingers inside my core. I’ve died and gone straight to the most decadent heaven. ‘So fucking tight, Ava.’ He’s still towering over me, watching as he wrecks my body with slow, languid pumps.
‘That feels amazing.’ I moan.
‘I’m only getting warmed up, Ava.’
My core clenches. The urge to come builds like a dam ready to burst but I need more. I shift beneath him, wriggling to get the right friction but it’s not enough.
An actual grin rips across his face. A real one. ‘Tell me what you need.’
Pressure winds tighter in my thighs, my fingers claw the bedsheets, twisting them round my fingers as my back arches higher and higher off the bed. ‘More.’
His thumb drags over my clit drawing small circles, until my orgasm rips through me so powerfully it shakes my soul. Hot hedonistic stars burst behind my eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure courses through every inch of my body.
Cillian watches the show, his own arousal apparent in the bulge of his pants. Those gunmetal-grey eyes glaze and lighten with approval. ‘Good girl.’ His fingers still and slide out. My body aches for them the second they’re gone. When he draws them up to his mouth and slowly sucks, my core clenches again.
‘On your knees, Ava.’ He reaches for his belt and another bout of greedy lust consumes me.
ChapterEighteen
CILLIAN
Ava drops to the floor on her knees and reaches for my zip. She seems to have taken my whiskey and blow job comment literally. ‘On the bed, face forwards.’ The need to bury myself in her tight walls claws me from the inside out.
It’s like she opened the door of the cage I’ve been trapped in for as long as I can remember, and the beast inside me is dying to unleash himself.
I pull a condom out of my pocket and watch as she crawls back on the bed, positioning herself on all fours. She rocks back and forth impatiently while I wrap up. From this angle I have a sublime view of her perfect pussy. Thank God I got her off already or this could be embarrassing.
‘Are you sure, Ava. Last chance.’ The last thing I want to do is hurt her. Physically or emotionally. It’s only been a week, but already, I care about this woman more than what’s good for me.
‘I’ve never been surer.’ She shimmies backwards and thrusts herself against my weeping cock. I yank her thong to the side and slide in, inch by glorious inch. My heartbeat pounds through my head. My senses are full of her. Her unique scent. Her heat. The sound of her breath hitching as I sink inside her.
I use one hand to guide her hips to meet my every thrust, and the other to worship her silky skin. Trace and chase the goosebumps that ripple across her stomach and beneath her decadent lingerie.
She glances over her shoulder, observing eyes scorch my skin as I drive into her again and again. She is electrifying. Her glossy, sex-mussed hair tumbles loosely around her shoulders. I grab it and wrap it around my hand, keeping her head angled towards me. Her pupils widen like saucers. I need her to watch me, like I watched her. I need her to see what she’s capable of. Rid her of whatever stupid insecuritiesheput there.
I can’t give her much, but I can give her that.
‘Look what you do to me, Ava.’ I pull back before thrusting deeper over and over again in a relentless sensory assault. Her lips part and she bucks back on my throbbing cock. ‘You made me break the rules for you. You made me want this so badly, I couldn't think straight all week.’
‘If it’s any consolation, you’re not the only one breaking your own rules.’ Her tongue darts out, moistening her mouth.
‘Some rules are made to be broken.’ I reach round her waist and dip a hand inside the front of her thong. Her clit is swollen, pulsing with need again. I swipe through her slick folds, and she writhes beneath me, bucking and grinding. A vacant starry look clouds her eyes.
‘Cillian, I …’ I increase the pressure and her fiery pupils roll into her head as she trembles and jerks and cries out through a second climax, shuddering and shattering over my cock.
Watching her come undone is almost enough to get me off. Her core clenches in a vice-like grip, the tiny electric pulsations jolting between us, and I explode inside her, riding the rippling, crippling ecstasy that has me both euphoric and exhausted.
I flop on top of her back, clinging to her like a koala as our ragged breath slowly regulates.
Her trembling body twists beneath me until she’s on her back, propped up on both her elbows. Seconds pass as I gaze into her gold-flecked eyes in a manner that feels strangely more intimate than being inside her. Her expression is unreadable.
‘Are you okay?’ I ask tentatively.
