One day I’d take time to look at them all, but tonight all I want is his body over mine, moving in me and making me his.
Reaching out my hand for him to take, I pull him toward me. His body covers mine, his mouth crashing onto mine. Our kisses are hungry, filled with long banked desire. Running my hands up and down his back, I hold him to me as close as I can get. Trying to show him how much I need him, want him. Not only in my bed, but in my life…forever if I have any choice.
But right now, I need him to take me and make me his in every way that he can. Love me like only he can.
“Jesus, milseán,” he rocks his hips against me, and I shudder. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man in me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold out for long.
“Don’t need you to hold outa stór,” he chuckles darkly, sucking at my neck before lifting his head, “let’s see how many times I can make you come.”
Oh, hell. I’d not realised that I’d said that out loud or that he’d take it as a challenge.
“Oh feck,” I whisper as Andy takes his time, making his way down my body. Kissing, sucking, biting, not a part of me is left untouched by his hands, his lips, his tongue. The man uses them all until I’m a writhing, sobbing mess on the bed. My thighs are wet with need, my pussy clenching on emptiness as he uses his tongue on my clit to wring another orgasm out of me. “Andy,” I gasp. “I need more.”
“More what,a stór?”He looks up at me from between my legs, eyes dark with lust, beard wet with my release.
Holy feck, I wasn’t prepared for this man.
“I need you,” I whimper, “inside me, filling me up until all I can feel is you.”
“Only had to ask,a stór, I’ll give you whatever you need.” He murmurs the promise as he crawls up my body, taking my mouth in a hard kiss. I taste the essence of my release on his lips, on his tongue as he surges into me, rolling his hips, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside me that I didn’t know I had.
Tearing my mouth from his, I gasp for breath, rolling my hips, moving with him. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper— as deep as I can get him. A tingle builds inside me, spreading through my body until I don’t know where I end and he begins. Tears well in my eyes as I cry out his name with a sob.
“Jesus Andy, Andy, Andy.” I whisper his name and close my eyes as I come so hard that my body bows from the bed. Andy groans, burying his head in the crook of my neck as his warmth floods me, hips rocking until they finally still.
Aftershocks flood through me and I shiver, wrapping myself tighter around him, pressing my lips to his sweaty temple, “Love you, love you, love you,” I whisper as my eyes flutter closed.
Satiated and exhausted. I’d never felt anything like this, not once. Andy O’Shea had ruined me for everyone else.
CHAPTER 15
BUTCHER
I’d known that if Moira and I took our relationship further than just friends it would change everything, and I was right.
Moira sighs softly in her sleep, curling closer to me as her blonde curls tickle my nose, getting caught in my beard. Light to my darkness.
Possessiveness fills me, dark and all consuming. She’d been my obsession for years but now I’d made her mine, claimed her body as mine. I’d already killed for her… nothing would stop me from raising hell on earth if anything threatened her, our daughter and the life I was going to build for us. Of that I had no doubt.
Turning us, I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into my body as I close my eyes, but not to sleep. To plan. Changesneeded to be made if I wanted to keep Moira and Mikayla in my life. I didn’t want darkness touching them, not if I could help it.
I just had to figure out a way for me to have both.
***
A smile breaks over my lips when I hear her. Little feet slapping on the wooden floor and her whispered words, or I imagine it’s her trying to whisper.
“We have to be quiet, Wolfie. Don’t wake mammy or I can’t give you a treat before breakfast.”
A chuckle rumbles from me as Moira tilts her head up to look at me. “Told you he’s hers when you’re not here. Bought and paid for, one sneaked treat at a time.”
I’m still smiling as I roll, taking her with me. Keeping my weight on my elbows, I grin down at her. The love of my life, still looking sleepy but oh, so beautiful in the early morning sun lighting up the bedroom.
“If he keeps her busy so that I can spend time with her mam this morning, I'm not complainingastór.”
Moira’s gaze softens and she runs her fingers through my hair, tugging my head closer, “Kiss me, Andy.”
I do. I’d never deny her anything that was in my power to give her. Pressing my lips to hers I kiss her, starting slow before it turns heavy. I know we can’t take it any further as much as we both want to, not when we hear Mikayla coming back down the hall.
