I’d gotten too comfortable here. Thought my blurting disease wouldn’t be a problem. But of course, this was too much. Too soo?—
“I love ye, too.” His expression was both sincere and pained. “To the point I want to rip my heart out of my chest. Burn down my fortress. And fuck over everyone who’s come before or after me to have yer sweet everything.”
He let out a heavy exhale. “I’m the one who’s sorry, Sadie. If I’d known how much I’d come to love ye, I never would’ve put ye in this position. Never would’ve risked him breaking yer heart. Or not treating ye like the treasure ye are.”
This was more than I’d ever expected.
Poetry to my Blurting Disease.
There was nothing I could do. Nothing I could reply.
Except: “I love you! I love you! Please claim me. However you can.”
Tadhg hesitated. “I’m giving you time to stretch and adjust.”
But I didn’t need it.
“Tadhg…” I whined. “Finish your claim. Please.”
Pleasewas all it took.
His hands tightened on my hips, and with a heavy groan, he started to move. Quietly. Fatally.
There were no instructions this time. No praise or encouragement.
We were dirty, dirty animals, and the only sound in the room was that of our flesh slapping as he took me hard and fast from behind.
“Holy feck, Strawberry. Yer king cannot last long inside this glorious miracle you call a bottom. Come with me. Get yerself where you need to be to make the trip.”
I moaned into the bedsheets. I could feel the orgasm building, even without clitoral stimulation.
But I remained compliant to a fault. And I wanted to make the trip with him.
I rubbed at myself the way I’d only ever done in secret—in the shower, under hot water and denial.
I was already drenched. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to shift from building to threatening to completely consuming me.
Like the muffin disappearing behind the High Prince’s jaws. CLWOMP!
Someone was speaking Irish.
Was it me?
No. It was Tadhg.
Words I didn’t understand drooled out of his mouth. But somehow, I could translate them.
He loved me. He loved me. He never wanted to be without me.
I’d had sex before.
But not like this.
Never like this.
The orgasm came for me like a tornado, whipping me into the sky for dizzying seconds before slamming me back down onto the hard ground of present-day reality.
Just in time to hear Tadhg half-growl, half-groan as he filled my most forbidden hole with hot, pulsing loads of cum.
