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“You’re breaking me.”

“I am?”

“You know the effect you have on me, baby.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

“I’ve wanted this so much, I feel like you’re undoing me,” he grunts, thrusting in rapid succession, hammering that sensitive spot inside me again and again.

I break. It’s unavoidable. Wrecked sounds tear out of me, obscene noises I can’t stifle, as the pressure finally snaps and I spill in long, hot spurts across his hand. The orgasm shatters me so hard it feels endless, every wave sharper than the last.

As I buck against it, Ciaran snarls a string of curses while his release floods inside me.

It slips past my skin and drips onto the mattress. I think I cum a bit more at the sensation, my whole body shuddering as I sink my face into his neck, hugging him tight, digging my fingers into his back.

I won’t let him go. Not after tonight.

Our harsh breaths echo in the room, the heavy scent of him and the act filling my nostrils.

This is the only reality I want. I’m both empty and terrified.

Empty because I didn’t know this existed before, and terrified because I’ll never be satisfied with anything else. What will I do when⁠—

“Fuck. I’m so fucked,” Ciaran whispers, his husky words echoing in the silence.

Before I can ask, he lifts me with both hands on my waist. I moan as he groans because his cock slides out and so does the heat—down the curve of my skin, onto the backs of my thighs and him.

Ciaran shifts me, and I cling to him. I think I love the weight of him a bit too much after this.

That’s so vulnerable.

I’m not the type to need this. Never have been and never will be.

So I release him, letting my back hit the mattress. I expect him to let go of the rest of me, but Ciaran seizes my thighs, wrenching them open as he drops between my legs.

At first, I frown, not sure what he’s doing. Is he going to give me a blowjob⁠—

Before I can process the thought, his tongue swipes the heat dripping down my thigh, and he licks his way to my hole.

“Good Light,” I breathe out, my head rolling back. “What are you doing, Ciaran?”

He doesn't answer me. He doesn't look up either, and the silence is somehow worse than anything he could have said, because it means he isn't performing this for my benefit. He simply wants it.

“Ciaran—”

“Shh.” His breath moves against oversensitive skin and I jerk. “I’ve been thinking about this since the pool. Let me.”

And that’s what he does as he consumes the mess, then thrusts his tongue deep inside me.

I should be horrified, mortified, but the feel of him leaves me delirious. This is entirely new, something dangerously intimate I didn’t even know I could want, and I am breaking beneath the weight of it.

“Zory... please...”

A primal sound tears out of me, one I barely recognize, as his tongue plunges and retreats, then seals over my entrance to suck before thrusting again, licking me open.

I’m becoming so hard so fast it’s terrifying. I never knew a body could feel this much, that a single touch in a place I’ve spent my life hiding could shatter my entire sense of self.

“Mm. You like having me here, baby?” he asks in a low growl against my sensitive skin. “Tell me. I want to hear you break for it.”