Page 21 of Belgian Betrayal

Fearghas deserved better. A life free of the danger she brought to his doorstep. A woman to bear his children, to stand alongside him and build a family. Not a killer with a past that haunted her.

If she couldn’t be with him forever, she wouldn’t deny herself the moments they had in her little apartment beneath the stairs.

Fearghas gathered her closer, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her against him. The hard confirmation of his desire nudged her belly, making her ache to have him inside her.

He slid his hands lower, cupped her ass and lifted.

Catya wrapped her legs around his waist and eased downward until his tip nudged her entrance.

Fearghas shook his head. “Nae, darlin’. Tis such a thing as foreplay, less you’ve forgotten.”

“Foreplay be damned,” she murmured, her body on fire, ready for him to claim her.

He chuckled, his hands gripping her buttocks, delaying his entrance. He turned, sat her on the edge of the bed and stepped between her knees. “I dinnae ken when we’ll have this chance again. I intend to do it right.” He leaned over her, cradled the back of her head in his hand and kissed her, long and hard, sweeping her tongue with his until breathing didn’t matter.

Then he sank to his knees on the cold stone floor and kissed a path from the inside of her calf up to the apex of her thighs. He took his time, the trek slow and deliberate, until she wanted to scream with frustration at her pent-up desire. As her core burned, her channel creamed, ready to take him.

Fearghas parted her folds and blew a stream of warm air over her clit, making it tingle in anticipation. Her body knew his. He knew what to do to make her burst into a million shiny pieces.

The first scrape of his tongue across that tender nubbin of flesh made her gasp. Her knees clamped around his ears.

He chuckled, his warm breath tantalizingly close. When he tapped her there again, she reached for his head. She wove her fingers into his hair, her grip pulsing to the beat of her heart as she urged him to do it again.

Fearghas flicked his tongue across her clit as he slid a finger into her sex, swirling around. He swirled his tongue in the same rhythm.

Catya fell back against the mattress, her back arching with each stroke. He played her body like a master, raising the heat, tightening her senses to a fevered pitch until she reached her crescendo. She froze, consumed by the intensity of her release, riding wave after wave of sensations until she collapsed against the sheets. As amazing as her orgasm was, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

Catya scooted back in the bed, let her knees fall to the sides and waited for Fearghas to climb over her.

He hesitated with a frown. “You need rest.”

“I need you.” She hooked his arms and practically dragged him onto the bed.

He settled his knees between her legs and leaned on his arms over her. “I’ll never tire of making love with you, mo ghràdh.”

“Nor will I tire of you,” she whispered.

Fearghas pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, dipped in to moisten it and pulled back out.

Beyond patience, Catya gripped his naked ass and brought him home.

He drove deep, stretching her channel with his girth, filling that empty space only he could touch, physically and emotionally.

When she was with him, she was in the only place she’d ever thought of as home.

He moved in and out, slowly at first, then increasing in speed and intensity.

As Catya climbed toward a second orgasm, she committed the moments to memory, knowing she’d be foolish to think she could stay with him forever. How she wished she could.

The man needed a normal life where he didn’t have to look over his shoulder every second of every day. She couldn’t give him that.

He moved faster, pumping harder, his body tensing.

The ripple of electricity started at her core and built until it shot out to every part of her body.

At the exact moment, Fearghas thrust once more and then jerked free, coming across her belly.

Only then did she realize they hadn’t used protection. Too caught up in the moment, she’d forgotten how important it was.

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