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Maddison was enjoying washing Odhrán almost as much as she was enjoying what he was doing to her with his mouth and hands. Everything he did seemed specially designed for her pleasure, like when he lapped and nuzzled her breasts, tantalizing her with his bristly stubble as it rubbed against her tender skin.

She nearly swooned when he covered her neck in hot kisses and sighed when his fingers stroked her between her legs, then slid inside her, teasing and toying with her until she was moaning with want. The soap slid out of her hand as she abandoned herself to the blissful sensations he was causing her body to feel. And though he was restrained, she knew he was just as excited as her, for his shaft was throbbing rock-hard against her legs.

“Let’s stand up,” he murmured, rising in one swift movement and bringing her with him easily, both of them oblivious to the small tidal wave that splashed over the rug. “Turn around.” In a blissful trance, she obeyed without question, awaiting further intoxication as she leaned back against his chest. She shivered in delight as his hands glided over her, cupping and squeezing her breasts while he bit and sucked gently at her neck. His other hand moved over her belly and praised her thighs apart, stroking her rosebud with his thumb while opening her with his fingers.

“Och, Odhrán, the things ye do tae me, ye’ll drive me mad,” she whispered raggedly, her legs turning to jelly. But she had no fear of falling, for he held her pinned against him. She lifted her arms and linked them around his neck, tilting her head to bestow hot, urgent kisses on his lips, which he returned with equal passion. “I feel like a goddess being worshipped.”

“Ye are,” he murmured, devouring her mouth as she leaned back against him and working his fingers deeper inside her, making her moan his name repeatedly as he strummed her excited bud. “And after waitin’ fer ye fer so long, I intend tae worship ye like this every night until I’m a poor, decrepit old man and cannae do it anymore.”

She burst out laughing against his mouth, loving the vibration of his deep- throated chuckle against her back.

“I’m only just findin’ out what a comedian ye are.”

“Mmm, ’tis just another of me hidden talents,” he whispered, biting her shoulder and sucking hard on the skin. He groaned as he pressed his member against her back.

“Och, Odhrán, I need ye,” she gasped in her ecstasy, keeping one arm around his neck as she reached behind her and gripped his shaft in her hand. “Ye’re so hard and big, I have tae have ye, now!”

“Yer wish is me command, me lady,” he said huskily, taking her by surprise as he put one arm around her waist and lifted her up, his hardness nosing against her hot wetness.

“How much d’ye want me, me Maddy?”

“With all of me, Odhrán,” she breathed, weak with desire as he teased her with his length, pressing it into her soft folds, back and forth.

“Mmm, I like tae hear me name on yer tongue. Say it again,” he told her, his voice deep with desire.

“Odhrán, Odhrán, Odhrán!” she moaned, helplessly caught in the throes of passion. She cared for nothing but to have him in her.

With a grunt deep in his throat, he thrust himself all the way into her, hard, and began moving his hips urgently.

“Oh, God! Aye, fill me up, Odhrán, I canna get enough of ye,” Maddison screamed, clinging to his arm as he pounded into her, panting in her ear, murmuring her name.

“Maddy, me Maddy, ye’re mine, mine, mine,” he panted, his free hand frantically working her stiffened rosebud.

“I-I’m coming,” she gasped as the waves of heat began traveling up the length of her body.

“Aye,” Odhrán breathed, speeding up, using the weight of her body to increase the power of his thrusts.

Maddison bounced against him, close to the peak of her delirium. “Harder, Odhrán, harder!” she cried, the waves of ecstasy finally overwhelming her. She clutched at his arm screamed and shuddered against him, feeling him stiffen and grow inside her before he too reached a shattering climax.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

As he panted to regain his breath, clutching Maddison’s soaking body to his,

pressing his lips lovingly to her neck, Odhrán experienced a transcendent moment that seemed to lift him outside of time.

Everything stopped, and all he could hear was the loud beating of his heart as he panted and Maddison’s ragged breaths. He could see clearly, and the air around them appeared to be filled with golden, dancing motes of light. They rained down upon him and Maddison like stardust, as if they were caught in a fragment of some beautiful dream. The incredible warmth sank into him, penetrating his whole being: his flesh, his bones, his very soul.

“D’ye feel it, Maddy?” he whispered in her ear, unsure of what was happening.

“Aye, I feel it,” she whispered back, leaning back against his chest and looping her arms around his neck once more, pulling him down so their lips met in a deep and tender kiss.

“What is it?” he asked, mesmerized by the glittering air surrounding them.

“I dinnae ken. Maybe ’tis a spell ye’ve put on me,” she said, her breaths coming more evenly now. “Maybe ye’re a magician and ye dinnae ken it.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m nae magician, but I can believe ye maybe a witch, and ye’ve enchanted me.”

“Nay, nae me. I think ’tis likely another of yer hidden talents ye were boastin’ about before. Somehow, ye’ve taken me tae heaven and back.”