AVA
Saturday 16th December
Last night was magical. The time Cillian and I spent together. The laughter. Even our casual, comfortable attire seemed to take our relationship to the next level. As did the way Cillian pinned me down and worshipped my body, then held me all night afterwards. The way he’s still holding me, like I’m the most precious woman in the world.
Something’s changed between us. I’m not sure if it’s directly related to Teagan’s exit, or if it was my brutal honesty in the conversation that followed. It could have gone one of two ways, and I thank my lucky stars it went the way I wanted. It feels like his perception on love and lasting relationships might finally be evolving.
Cillian shifts, thick lustrous lashes prise open to reveal those twin silver lakes that I could cheerfully drown in. ‘Were you watching me sleep?’
‘Maybe.’ I drop a shoulder in a shrugging motion.
‘You know that’s kind of creepy.’ He flips me onto my back and nuzzles my neck.
‘No creepier than being pinned down by the man who thinks I’m creepy.’ I nestle back into the plump pillow and watch as his tongue rolls between my breasts.
‘You know what’s truly creepy?’ His mouth chases goosebumps across my flesh, all the way to my nipple before clamping his lips around it.
‘The fact that you can talk such nonsense and still turn me on at the same time?’ I squirm beneath him, opening my legs in an unspoken invitation.
‘No.’ He sucks before releasing with a pop. ‘What’s creepy is that every time I close my eyes, I still see you. And every time I take your body with mine, the need to do it again only grows.’
It’s not traditionally romantic, being called creepy, but I know what he’s trying to say. This thing between us is growing, blooming, and laying roots in a heart he previously wouldn't admit he owned.
My soul feels satiated. My body however needs more.
‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ I nudge against the rock-solid length digging into my inner thigh and he drags himself higher up the bed.
The need to feel him inside burns. He raises his face, lips brushing tenderly against mine, his tip sliding through my soaking flesh, teasing, and nudging my most sensitive spots.
‘Cillian.’ It’s a warning to quit the teasing and give me what I want. ‘I need you inside me.’
‘Like this?’ He pushes in barely an inch.
‘More.’ I beg.
He gives me another thick inch but it’s nowhere near enough. ‘How’s that?’
‘If you don’t give me what I need, I’m going to flip you on your back and take it anyway.’ I pant.
‘Tell me what you need, baby.’ He watches me writhe and buck beneath him with a mix of raw need and awe.
‘I need you.’ Physically. Emotionally. Every damn way. Because the more time I spend with Cillian Callaghan, the more certain I am that he was made for me.
‘You have me.’ His voice rasps, his words seeping beneath my skin, scorching my soul. ‘You have me, baby.’
He slides in, inch by glorious inch. My fingers follow his spine to the base, slide over his sculpted ass cheeks and drag him as deep as he’ll fit.
His eyes latch onto mine, glazed with arousal and the promise of euphoria. ‘Ava, I’m obsessed with you.’
‘The feeling’s mutual.’
He groans and halts his hips mid-thrust, catching himself without a condom.
‘It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I’ve been tested.’
He pauses for a beat, his lips roll into a troubled expression. He’s been caught before. I understand, but I would never do that to him.
His rich husky baritone roughens with need. ‘Promise me.’
