Page 58 of While You Sleep

I sat on the couch, standing her in front of me, and tore her panties down her legs.

“Cillian, you don’t—”

“Quiet,” I said, and there was, fuck, real emotion in my voice. I wasn’t ready for her to hear how deep it ran. I was still trying to come to terms with this feeling inside me. Somehow, in such a short time, Sophia had brought back to life what I was positive Seamus had destroyed forever. I snatched up her panties and used them to wipe her chin, then kissed her swollen, red lips before I lay back, gripped her hip, and tugged her forward. “Sit on my face.”

Her tits shook with her panted breaths, her thighs slick with her juices, so fucking turned on from sucking my cock that I knew she was aching.

“Now,” I said.

She moved then, jumping into action, unable to hold out or tell me no, needing what she knew only I could give her. She climbed on, and I dragged her up my body. She looked down at me, trembling with need.

“I want you to fist my hair and work your pussy on my mouth until you come, understand, pet?”

She nodded, licking her puffy lips as she straddled my face and lowered her slick pussy.

I lapped at her and groaned when her taste filled my mouth, but she was still letting me lead, and this time, I wanted her to take from me. So I grabbed her hand and put it on my head, then I gripped her hips and tugged her down harder. She cried out, her fingers instantly fisting my hair as her hips rolled, seeking more contact.

I kept my hold on her hips, not giving her any room, and that was all the encouragement she needed. A minute later, Sophia was grinding against my mouth, fisting my hair tight as fuck, totally lost in her need to come. It was perfect. She was all over my face, so wet, she had to be close to coming.

“Sh-shove your tongue inside me,” she said, pussy directly over my mouth.

Fuck me. I was rock hard again and her demand was so hot, my hips rocked up. I shoved my tongue inside her with a groan, and she stayed right there, rocking and grinding against me, crying out as she came against my mouth, shuddering and shaking.

Before she was done, I lifted her again, stood, and strode to the desk, laying her over it. Quickly freeing my cock, I slammed inside her, and she cried out, coming again.

“Hungry fucking pussy,” I snarled, thrusting into her. “Can’t get enough of your husband’s cock, can you, wife?”

She shook her head and moaned. “Harder.”

“Even want it when you sleep. You still want me to fuck you awake, pet? Next time you have one of your dirty dreams?” I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

“Oh, fuck…yes, yes, I want that.”

Christ. She’d be the death of me. I fucked her so hard the desk shook, impaling her on my cock over and over again. I gripped her throat and pinned her to the desk. Her head was to the side, her face a mask of utter bliss. I couldn’t look away. I could spend every day, all day fucking this woman. I shoved my thumb into her mouth. “Suck. Make it wet.” She did, then I slid it between her spread ass cheeks, pressing it to her tight hole. She tensed. “Relax,” I growled, and unbelievably she did, trusting me with her body, even with me sounding like a feral animal.

I slipped my thumb inside her ass as I fucked her pussy, and she wailed, tightening her legs around me, trying to lift her ass to take more. I held her down, fucking her deep and hard, keeping my thumb inside her the whole time. “Told you I’m gonna fuck this tight little ass, pet, and you’re gonna love it, you’re gonna beg me for it.”

Then she was coming again, writhing and bucking underneath me as I fucked her, lost in the sight of her. I came down on top of her, groaning against her ear as I filled her again and again, as I came, pulsing deep inside her.

When I finally slid out, she lay there, panting, exhausted, and I carefully lifted her and carried her from my office.

Kissing her forehead, I laid her on our bed, and got in beside her, holding her warm and sated against me. When I first saw her, I knew I would have her, now I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep her—to keep this feeling inside me.

I’d never felt more human—or more out of control in my entire life.

Chapter Nineteen

Sophia

My belly went all weird and my palms itched to touch him when Cillian walked into the bedroom. He was shirtless, his trousers still undone, his hair wet from the shower, slicked back, and droplets of water had landed on his tattooed shoulders and chest. His muscles danced as he shoved his hair back.

I shivered thinking about what happened in his office last night.

I had no idea what the hell I was doing anymore. I was a jumbled mess of raw emotions. How was it that someone who barely had any himself could make me feel this way?

He ran a hand over his freshly trimmed beard, then grabbed a shirt and slid it on, his abdominal muscles flexing as he did. My mouth went dry. He glanced up and caught me watching. His expression didn’t change, those intense green eyes never leaving me, and god, my heart galloped faster in my chest.

He was unreadable, dangerous, but he’d never hurt me. I believed that unequivocally. He wanted me, maybe even held affection for me, whatever that meant for him. I knew he cared about his brother, his men, but love? I wasn’t sure Cillian was capable of the emotion in any of its forms.

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