Liam groaned and pressed harder against the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. Dio sopra, I was insane. The pleasure he doled out was some kind of enchantment, and I willingly fell under his spell.
His touch slid back to my waist. Liam lifted me—withonefreaking arm around my middle!
“Breathe, cailín,” he growled.
I obeyed.
He thrust into me while driving me onto his cock. I whimpered as pleasure coiled inside.
“Again.” His fingers stroked my pussy.
There wasn’t a break from where it began and ended. Only peaks and crests, valleys and dips in the sensation.
Liam buried himself inside me, cock pushed to the hilt.
My body shook as he pounded into me from below. If he hadn’t been helping support my weight, I don’t think I could have borne it. Faster and harder, my pussy took everything he gave.
“You’re fucking drenched,” he hissed, voice strained.
I nodded. I could feel it too.
“Does that mean you’re ready for me, little bird?” Liam’s words were granite. Rough and unbreakable like the stone behind him. “Is your pussy ready for my cum?”
I said something. What language it was, whatever it meant, there was no translation.
Liam didn’t need one. “Then fucking show me.”
With a scream, I surrendered to the man who wore my necklace as a bloodstained trophy around his neck. I was his.
And in the same breath, he was mine.
The release, quick and all consuming, swept over me. He pushed me to the brink of pleasure, and together we dove off the cliff. His roar muted against my shoulder as he hauled me against his body, exploding inside me. My pussy convulsed, welcoming his seed into its heat.
There was nothing to do but lay there, spent and trembling. The release was euphoric. I drank in the ragged sounds the monster made, knowing it felt just as good for him. Bathed in firelight, our bodies exchanged a primal vow.
One that I knew would be broken.
***
We didn’t stay for the party. The ruckus spilling from the barn sounded like fun, but Liam skirted us away. Dressed, we wove through the night back to his car.
“Won’t you need stitches?” I protested as his gloved hand opened the passenger door.
“No, I’ll do it myself once I’ve showered.”
The door closed, and I watched him move around the front of the vehicle. A masked man, bathed in moonlight. A phantom. He didn’t seem real.
The throb between my legs begged to differ.
“Do you come here often?” I yawned, turning the heat on low once he started the Jag. “To the country?”
Liam looked in the rearview but then inched the car forward. “As a lad, yes. When we weren’t living in Ireland, we stayed here. Haven’t had much time to visit either place the last few years.”
I pulled the horned pendant between my fingers. It was fitting that I wore the protective talisman, and he wore the pretty necklace. He didn’t need to ward off the malocchio. The evil eye didn’t dare turn his way.
“Pity.” I plucked the pillow and adjusted the seat. The events of the night left me spent. I was going to be asleep before we reached the country road. “It’s so pretty out here.”
“You’ve never been?” There was something guarded in his tone.
