Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
I knew his blood was mixing with my arousal and the visual pushed me closer to the edge. Ciaran slipped a hand up my body and flattened it against my navel to keep me still. His mouth closed over my clit, and he softly began to suck. I came within seconds, crying out and cursing at the ceiling.
When he began to move back up, I cupped his face in my hands for the first time and marveled at how perfect it was as I guided his mouth back to mine. The taste of me and him combined had another moan trapped between our lips.
He indulged me, deepening the kiss as he reached for the drawer of the nightstand. My stomach flipped again when I heard the crinkle of a wrapper.
He rolled the condom on and then took hold of my legs, placing them over his shoulders. He stared down at me and pressed forward, easing the head of his cock inside me.
I sucked in a breath and before I could release it, he thrust and buried himself fully, breaking the small barrier of innocence I never cared for. I cried out from surprise and shock, pleasure and pain mixing together as my body worked to accommodate the size of him. There was an overwhelming fullness and pleasurable burn as he stretched me.
“You, okay?” he questioned, his husky voice strained.
“Keep going,” I implored, wrapping my hands around his biceps.
He pulled out and thrust back in, repeating the motion twice before he started to fuck me in earnest.
His thrusts were hard and measured, stroking deep inside my pussy. The sound of skin slapping against skin and my uninhibited moans began to echo around the room. His headboard rocked into the wall, creating a rapid rhythmic soundtrack.
“Damn, you feel good,” he ground out, fucking me harder. His fingers knotted in my hair, gripping it tightly near the scalp. My pussy clenched from the bite of pain. I blinked to clear the water from my eyes.
He came down on top of me, letting my legs slide from his shoulders to his forearms, his thick cock going impossibly deeper as he fucked me harder. I clawed at his back and cried out his name. He nipped my ear and licked around its shell. “Keep screaming my name, Puppet. Scream it until you never forget who you belong to.”
His hand wrapped around my throat and began to steadily apply pressure as he continued thrusting.
Another climax began to build, coming much faster than the first had. When it hit, my vision blurred as sparks of pleasure rushed through my veins. I came so loud I knew everyone in the entire apartment heard us.
I was still coming when Ciaran cursed under his breath and buried himself to the hilt, finding his own release. He kissed my forehead before resting his head on top of mine. I realized only one of us was breathing as if they’d run a marathon and it wasn’t the person who’d done all the work.
I laid beneath him trying to get my thoughts in order, unsure of what I was supposed to do next. Ciaran didn’t strike me as the cuddling type and that certainly wasn’t lovemaking. It was plain and simple fucking. It was amazing—he knew exactly what to do to me and how.
It almost seemed like he’d studied me enough that he had it down to a science.
That or we were in sync. While both of those thoughts were somewhat disconcerting they didn’t upset me.
I slightly lifted my head and placed a quick peck on his lips. He closed his eyes and released a soft sigh. Still unsure what to do now I reached up and began to pat his back. I didn’t know if his sigh meant he was angry at himself, regretful, or deep in thought.
His shoulders started to shake, and I froze for a second before I realized he was laughing.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I…I don’t know. Offering comfort?” I replied questioningly, beginning to laugh at my idiocy.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back, dragging me into his arms.
When I opened my eyes, I blinked a few times so that they adjusted to the lack of light. I sat up slowly, holding one hand to my brow and the other to the blanket.
My body ached similar to the way it had after that fateful evening of June sixteenth, but for a much more pleasurable reason. I reached for my phone and then remembered Maverick had taken it. I didn’t know what time it was. Ciaran had finally let me tap out after round three, but it didn’t feel like I’d slept more than twenty minutes.
I looked over at the beautifully enigmatic man beside me. The blanket covered his lower half, but now that my eyes had adjusted, I could see the cuts and definition of his upper body.