Page 56 of His Temptation

His lips curved against her skin, but it wasn’t in amusement—it was something darker, something primal. “Say it again.”

Siobhan arched as he peeled the fabric from her shoulders, baring her to him inch by inch. “I’m yours.”

Daragh’s hands slid down her sides, his grip firm, unrelenting. “And I am yours, kitten. No one will ever take me from you.”

Her breath stuttered as he stripped away the rest of her clothing, his fingers tracing every curve, every inch of her skin like a man worshipping his goddess. His touch was fire and possession, but it was also reverence.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body already aching for him, but he didn’t rush. Not this time.

This wasn’t about control, wasn’t about proving a point or staking a claim. This was something deeper.

Daragh’s mouth trailed lower, his breath hot against her stomach. “You’ve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he murmured. “But you knew that, didn’t you?”

Siobhan swallowed hard, her fingers threading through his hair as she admitted, “I did.”

A deep sound of satisfaction rumbled from his chest. “Then let me show you.”

He removed his clothes before moving lower, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her for him as his mouth descended. Siobhan cried out, her back arching as his tongue swept over her, slow, deliberate.

Daragh didn’t let up. He pinned her down, forcing her to take every stroke, every flick of his tongue until she was gasping, writhing beneath him.

“Daragh...”

He growled against her, the vibration sending shudders through her. “Say my name when you come, kitten.”

Her nails bit into his shoulders as pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped. She shattered beneath him; her cry filling the room as her body pulsed, pleasure rippling through every nerve.

Daragh didn’t give her time to recover.

He surged up her body, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Look at me.”

Siobhan forced her heavy-lidded gaze open, meeting his eyes. His dominance wrapped around her like a physical force, but beneath it, there was something deeper.

“I love you, Siobhan.”

Her heart clenched.

Then he thrust inside her, seating himself to the hilt, stretching her in a way that made her gasp.

Daragh groaned, his grip tightening. “You feel that, kitten? You feel how perfectly you fit around me?”

Siobhan dug her nails into his back, her body clenching around him as she whimpered, “Yes.”

He pulled back, only to drive into her again, harder this time. “No more running,” he growled. “No more doubting.”

She could barely think, could barely breathe, but she still found the words. “Never.”

Daragh groaned, his movements turning desperate, every thrust a promise, every stroke a vow. Siobhan met him, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his, her hands clutching him as if she could pull him even closer.

Pleasure built again, faster, sharper, overwhelming.

Daragh reached between them, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot, sending her spiraling into bliss. She cried out his name, her body shaking as she shattered around him.

Daragh’s growl was pure satisfaction as he thrust into her once more, his entire body tensing before he followed her over the edge, burying himself deep as he claimed her all over again.

They stayed like that, tangled together, breathless, undone.

Daragh pressed a kiss to her temple, his grip never loosening. “Mine,” he murmured.

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