Page 46 of While You Sleep

She nodded, and I took her mouth again, fucking owning it, giving in to the driving need I had for her that was so fucking raw and wild there was no stopping it. A need that had become a monster of its own over the last twelve months. I wanted to take. I wanted to hear her scream my name. I wanted to fuck her so hard the fucking house shook.

Sucking her throat, I dragged my teeth along the tendon there, nipping at her delicate skin and making her cry out. Gripping one of her tits, I sucked the little puckered nipple into my mouth and kneaded the other, teasing and pinching and sucking until her nipple was darker, swollen, then went to the other and did the same thing. Sophia arched and writhed beneath me, fisting my hair, trying to yank me away, then holding me to her instead.

Her thighs rubbed together, and I forced them apart, shoving mine between them as I worked my way down her soft belly. “You fucking soaked for me, pet?”

“Y-yes,” she sobbed.

“My good girl’s wet for her twisted fucking husband. You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you, Soph?”

She nodded as another sob burst from her. “Y-yes.”

Sophia didn’t know what to do with that. She wanted me, her pussy ached for me. But she was scared of what I was, what I’d done, and turned on by it all at the same time. That was okay. In time, she’d realize I’d never hurt her. I could work with lust. Lust made people do all sorts of fucked-up shit, like letting the O’Rourke monster, still stained with another man’s blood, fuck you. Right now, it was all I needed. If she wanted me, she might not try to leave me.

I shoved her thighs wider and covered her dripping cunt with my mouth. My fingers dug into her thighs as I swiped my tongue through her pussy and fucking feasted. She planted her feet in the mattress and lifted her ass, rubbing her hot little pussy against my face, begging for more. She wanted my fingers, was desperate for me to fill her up while I sucked her clit. Not this time. Her pussy would be aching to be filled before I slid my cock inside her.

I dragged my tongue up to her clit, flicking it, then sucked it between my lips. She groaned and tensed, and I lifted my head.

She cried out. “No, don’t stop.”

I climbed over her, fisting my cock, and pressed the head to her opening, pushing the tip in a little, then pulled it back out. It took all my self-control, but I held there, just the tip, again and again. Sophia’s cheeks were flushed, her lips apart, her thighs trembling under my hands. “Every time I watched you sleep, I wanted to climb under the covers with you, pet, all warm and soft. I wanted to taste your skin, breathe in the scent of vanilla and cinnamon, that scent that made my dick hard as fucking iron, then peel off your panties while you still slept and slide deep inside your sweet little cunt.”

“Oh god, yes. Please,” she moaned. She shook harder, her belly trembling, her hips rising on their own trying to take me deeper while I tormented us both.

I’d been dreaming of this for so long, of sinking inside her. “Legs around me,” I said, my voice so deep and rough it didn’t sound like my own. “You still on the pill?” I’d seen them in her apartment.

“Y-yes, but what about—”

“Never fucked anyone raw, pet. Only my wife gets that.”

A breath shuddered from her, then she was locking her thighs around me, her body flushed and hungry.

No more teasing, I couldn’t wait another moment, even if I’d wanted to. I filled her in one hard stroke.

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Sophia

I cried out, arching against Cillian as he filled me, stretching me to my limits. “Oh god.” I clawed at his shoulders as he pinned me to the bed with his hips and slid out, then slammed back in. Pleasure and pain, all mixed together, had me trembling hard beneath him. On the next thrust, I cried out, the orgasm he’d brought me to the brink of crashing through me. My pussy contracted around him hard, repeatedly.

“That’s it, come all over my cock, pet,” Cillian growled as he pounded harder into me. He shoved my legs back and swatted my ass, and another wave of pleasure washed through me. I gripped his shoulders, and he grabbed my hands and dragged them over my head, pinning them to the mattress.

I looked down and watched as his thick cock, wet with my juices, slid out of me and slammed back in. He didn’t hold back. Cillian took me hard, filling me over and over, his vibrant green eyes locked on me.

“Look what you do to me,” he growled. “You make me lose control. You make me lose my fucking mind.”

He wasn’t the only one. I could feel another orgasm building, and I strained against him, gasping for breath, for grounding, while his cock plunged into me without mercy.

I called his name, not sure if I wanted him to stop or fuck me harder—then the next orgasm crashed over me so hard, white light covered my vision.

“Fuck,” Cillian snarled as his thick cock pulsed heavily inside me, his come filling me as he ground his hips into mine. “Take it, take all of it,” he said as he shuddered.

Then his big body collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside me. He nipped my ear and kissed my jaw, my chin, then gently kissed my lips. “You are mine, Sophia. You know that now, don’t you?” he said roughly against my ear.

My heart fluttered wildly. “Y-yes.”

This was wrong. The whole situation was messed up and insane, but whether we were together or not, here with him or somewhere else, there was no denying that Cillian O’Rourke had taken ownership of me.

And god help me, no matter what the future held, I got the feeling he always would.

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