Devouring. Ravenous. In a way he’d never been before.
Then he pulled back to ask, “Do ye trust me, Strawberry? Do ye trust me to claim you the only way I can before he does?”
“Of course.” The two words weren’t even a thought, just a fact. “But he might not?—”
Tadhg’s lips were on mine again, stopping only for quick breaths and to yank his clothes over his head with wild urgency.
Catching on, I just managed to toe off the boots I’d never fully tightened before he pushed my underwear down my legs.
Then I was flying onto the bed, Tadhg using his superior strength in a way I liked. I landed with a giggle and a thrill of anticipation.
Being manhandled. Yet another erogenous reaction detected.
But then, instead of going for my breasts or the part of me he and the Shadow King had spent hours licking and fondling, he flipped me over, hooking his hands around my hips to pull me to my knees.
And pushed up the strawberry dress that had no panties underneath.
He drew in a sharp breath, as if the sight he’d revealed had burned him. But he wasn’t afraid to touch again. His large hands spread my bottom cheeks, and then I felt his tongue in another hole.
One no one had ever touched. Including me.
What… what was he doing? And why did it feel so good?!
Tadhg’s mouth was too busy to give explicit instructions, but somehow, my body knew what to do.
I melted into this never-before kiss, moaning at the new sensations. Until he stopped to ask, voice rough above my raised bottom, “Can I have ye here, Sadie?” One thick finger replaced his tongue, rimming the hole he’d soaked with his mouth. “Make you mine in this special place?”
“Y-yes,” I agreed, waves of the good shame washing over me.
This was so dirty. And I was saying yes to it.
“The Shadow King isn’t here, so this is the one time you’re allowed to touch yourself,” Tadhg said behind me. “Rub at yerself as much as you need to in order to enjoy yerself.”
With that, his slow invasion began.
The thick head of him pushed into my back hole, stretching me, impaling me in a good way.…
I moaned into the burn of him back there.
And Tadhg groaned back.
“Aw feck, you’re tight around me. Breathe for me, Strawberry. Welcome me in so I don’t have to push too hard. Ye’re not ready for it rough back here. Yet.”
Thatyetsent a shiver through me.
And I breathed into that part of my body, like he’d taught me. Becoming as pliable as I could until he was fully seated—until I could feel the sac of flesh he’d told me to ignore the evening before.
Anything.
For him. I’d do anything. Step over any comfort zone line he asked me to cross.
Suddenly, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I love you, Tadhg!” I blurted, twisting my head to look at him over my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I tried to stop myself, but I love you—and the Shadow King—so much.”
Tadhg froze behind me.
And my heart seized.
