"You don't fucking beg me." He bit my throat where the tattoo was, just gently enough not to break the skin.
And he lifted my ass, tilting me forward enough to drag me down over his cock a heartbeat later.
The scream of pleasure that escaped me was a messy, wild sound. My hips bucked, chasing the climax and fighting for more as he worked my clit, swearing and growling as he fought off the release he wanted. His grip on my wrists was iron.
We moved together, our bodies knowing exactly how to get what they wanted and needed from each other as he fucked me.
I came again, and again.
It was hard, and rough, and fast.
Niall fucked me until the electricity in my body finally faded into a manageable degree, my invisible battery full instead of bursting at the seams. Then he finally snarled, filling me with his release, proving that he was mine.
My chest heaved as Niall dragged his teeth over my tattoowhile we came down from the high. His cock was still jumping inside me as his pleasure faded, too, and he finally released my wrists.
"That had better be the last time you question my seduction prowess, Livvy," he said against my skin.
I smiled, but it faded quickly as I realized what I'd just done.
I'd screwed my ex, who I was still in love with.While knowing I was probably fated to Jonah.
Oh god.
Niall dragged his fingers through our combined release and lifted it to my lips.I knew I shouldn't, but I wrapped my fingers around them anyway.
This was what I wanted.
Hewas what I wanted.
He let out a harsh breath in my ear as I sucked the salty taste of us off his skin. My hips arched, and his other hand went back to my clit, slowly dragging me toward another climax.
I didn't need it. Not to control my magic.
I wanted it anyway, though.
He teased my clit until I came around his erection one more time.
Then, he slid me off his cock, sank both of us back into the water, and set me down beside him.
The pebbles felt even rougher against my ass, now that I'd had his smooth skin and thick muscles beneath me.
We didn't look at each other.
"This can’t happen again," I said quietly. "You're better off without me, anyway."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
Now, he was looking at me. I could feel his gaze on the side of my face.
"I'm sure you remember what it was like when we were together. You never got more than a few hours of sleep at a time. I interrupted you constantly while you were painting. You nevergot to relax. I was always dragging you around the city to do things, and even when we were apart, I was always bugging you."
Niall's jaw clenched.
He closed his eyes again, and let out a slow breath before I felt his gaze on me. He turned to face me, and I reluctantly did the same.
His hand cupped my cheek as he tipped my head back, looking down so our eyes met. His voice was low, and raw. "Do you know how much it fucking hurts me to know that you could eventhinkI might be happier without you?"
I blinked again.
