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“Fuck,” Ciaran rumbles. “That’s it, princess. Lick it, taste it, fucking swallow it down.”

“I’ll make you shut up,” I joke, tracing the veiny underside of his shaft with my tongue before pressing my nose against his full balls. They’re warm and smell of Ciaran. Arrogant, musky, addictive. I take one in my mouth and smile when I feel him tremble above me, his hand fisting my hair as a string of swearwords pours out of him.

You see? I can make him quiet. For at least a second or two.

When he jerks my head back, my eyes sting with tears. “Here,” he groans, pulling my mouth back onto his cock. “I want you here, mouse. Fucking fuck, yes, yes. Feels so good. Fuck, you feel so good.”

I lower my head and take him all the way to the back of my throat, fighting the gag reflex as my lips stretch around his girth.

“That’s it. Suck it, baby. Suck it,” Ciaran groans, his hips jerking into my face as his thick head nudges the back of my throat, drawing a muffled whimper from me. His hands settle at the back of my skull, guiding the slow rhythm while I drag my mouth up and down his length. The taste of his precum fills my mouth, and I swallow, breathing steadily through my nose.

He keeps me there for several more slow thrusts before his grip on my hair finally loosens. My eyes sting, tears clinging to my lashes, my hips twitching against the sheets, still hollow where his fingers were. Then his free hand brushes beneath my eyes, wiping the tears away.

He takes me in like he’s admiring his own work. “Look at you, mouse,” he murmurs. “Such a filthy mess for me.”

“But I did make you shut up. I told you I would.”

He chuckles under his breath, thumbing a smear of spit from my lower lip. “Mm, you did. For what, three seconds? Here, let me fix that.”

He reaches toward the sideboard and grabs a fresh roll of dressing gauze. Before I have time to react, he slips his cock back between my lips, and adds, “Mom told me to take good care of you.”

Then he starts rocking his hips, making me choke, while he takes my right hand and lifts my injured fingers to his face. “And I said I would.”

While his slow, steady thrusts continue, he kisses each bruised knuckle before wrapping fresh gauze around every finger.

Once he’s finished, he pinches my chin between his fingers and forces me to look up. “Aw, pretty baby is crying again. I could get used to this, you know. Living inside your mouth. You have no idea how striking you look, baby, with your mouth wrapped around my dick. I could cum from just the sight of you. But I don’t want to cum in your mouth, mouse. I want to cum in your ass. How’s the hand?”

A long, thick string of saliva and precum hangs from my lips as he pulls me off of him.

My voice is hoarse, scraped raw from his length. “It’s okay.”

“Good,” he murmurs, his gaze locking onto mine. “Let’s get you on your back.”

He climbs over me, his thick frame shifting as he turns me onto my back. He pins my thighs wide with his knees and eases three slick fingers straight inside my hole.

I gasp, my eyes wide and my toes curling against the mattress as the ache dissolves into raw hunger.

“You ready?”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

He pulls his fingers free, aligns his tip against my entrance, and gives me a second to adjust before pressing slowly forward, burying himself to the hilt.

A cry tears from my throat as his palm slams onto the mattress beside my head, the bedframe shuddering beneath the force. The stretch burns before melting into need, my toes digging into the fabric as I cling to him.

“Look at me,” Ciaran commands, his other hand coming up to grip my jaw, forcing my eyes to stay locked onto his dark gaze. He begins to move, his hips hammering into mine with a rhythm that shakes me. “You’re so fucking perfect, Rowan. Look at how you take me. You were meant for this. You were made for my cock.”

More tears slip from the corners of my eyes, rolling hot down my temples. My mind’s a mess, my heart so full.

Light, I'm obsessed with Ciaran.

Obsessed with his obsession for me.

Ciaran leans down and captures my mouth, his kiss stealing whatever breath I have left.

“Mine.”

His lips find my mouth, my jaw, my throat, never lingering anywhere for long before returning to kiss me again. He consumes every thought until all I can see are dark eyes, black lashes, and the man who has somehow become my whole world.