Page 109 of Fearless Sinner

He looks so sexy and forbidden as he crouches down between my legs. And I stop thinking when he buries his face between my thighs and thrusts his tongue into my pussy.

Holy shit. How does this always, always feel so good? There is never a point when I get used to the waves of pleasure pulsing through me just from the flick of his tongue.

Cillian eats me out as if he’s never tasted me and I’m his last meal.

When he has me coming in his mouth, he continues drinking me while he sucks on my clit to take me back to the height of pleasure all over again.

Another vicious orgasm rips through me, and it’s like he knows my body so well, he knows when to change things up to give me even more pleasure.

Cillian picks me up again and sets me further up the bed, then he takes off his pants and climbs onto the bed with me.

He lifts my left leg and sets it on his shoulder, and with a wicked smile, he guides his cock to my entrance and slides right into me.

In this position, he hits that secret part of me that craves him harder when he starts pounding into my body. Raw undiluted pleasure courses through me, causing havoc inside my body in the most delicious of ways.

He fucks me into the mattress, his grunts and groans of pleasure coming to life with every relentless thrust.

Pleasure takes me over, powerful and spellbinding, and I don’t stop coming.

Cillian pulls out of me and flips me onto my hands and knees, then he’s back inside me, fucking me from behind.

“You want more, don’t you, lass?” He groans.

“Yes… give me more.”

On my word, he pounds into me harder and faster until we both come.

Electricity dances over my skin, sparking my nerve endings until it consumes me. It burns me from the inside out, leaving me spent and drained. And still, if he gave me more, I’d take it.

We slump down together, and he pulls out of me, then he scoops me up in his arms and folds me into his chest.

I listen to the steady beat of his heart until our breathing calms and he caresses the side of my cheek.

Cillian turns to face me and catches my face, then he stares at me, looking deep into my eyes past the layers of my soul.

He’s looked at me like this before. I’ve looked at him the same way several times as well. This moment has happened so often that I call it the breath between what we are and what we’re not.

It’s the line that decides the next change in a relationship. Break the line, and your relationship changes into something more. Walk away from the line, and you either stay the same or what you have fades away.

He continues staring at me and the seconds that tick by feel like that make-or-break moment people talk about.

I’m convinced he’s going to look away—synonymous of walking away—but he doesn't. Instead, he leans closer and presses his forehead to mine.

“I love you.” He whispers the words over my skin.

I’ve imagined him speaking those words to me so often that I think this is another figment of my mind. When he inches away, I lift my head to look at him properly.

“What did you just say?” My voice is small and cautious. I’m so afraid I heard him wrong.

“I love you, Chloe,” he repeats the words I’ve longed to hear, and the deepest joy fills me.

“I love you, too, Cillian O’Ridian.” I touch his face, take in his bright blue gaze, and I wish and I pray and I hope that we never have to end.

Maybe we don’t. Maybe this is the start of us figuring things out.

I hope it is, because I know I’ll never love anyone the way I love him.

“C’mere, lass.”

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