Page 79 of Verses Of Us

“Why do you think something’s wrong?”

“You’re tense. Should I stop?” He traced her collarbone with his lips. “I will if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, don’t stop.”

“Then tell me what’s bothering you.” After swiping a strand of hair from her face, he kissed her forehead, then ran his fingers down her cheek, along her jaw. “Where did you go just now?”

There was no sense in denying it. Despite not being around the guy for most of her adult life, he could apparently still read her, unlike anyone else. She could count on both hands the number of days they’d spent together since the first meeting over twenty-years ago. And yet, here he was, picking up on cues she wasn’t intentionally casting, knowing something worried her without her saying a thing.

“I know I’m not… the same.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “How do you figure?”

“My body. It’s… different.” She trailed a hand over her stomach.

“What, these things?” Ciarán touched the stretch marks on her side, the one’s she’d been trying to hide. She nodded. “Any real woman would have them, love.” He chuckled warmly and lowered himself down to kiss them. “And from what I can see,” he whispered, glancing up at her over her stomach, “you’ve become quite the woman.”

The words purred from his mouth, causing her body to clench in all the right places. They had so much to say, but she refused to think about it now. Alexis couldn’t bear to be reminded of the errors of her past, or the mistake she was about to make. She only wanted to sink into the knowledge that her body still responded to him like a chemical reaction.

She held his face, pulling him back up, the soft bristle of his short beard tickling her lips, his kiss quieting her busy mind. With shaky hands, she worked his belt, tugging it off, sending it flying across the room. It smacked into a lamp, knocking it over.

“Shit,” she hissed.

Ciarán laughed. “Aren’t I the one who trashes hotel rooms?”

She giggled, but returned to unbuttoning his pants. She didn’t bother pulling them off and reached in, gripping him tight. A throaty groan spilled from his lips.

Ciarán ran a hand through her hair, fisting a bunch before tugging her head back close to consume her throat, his teeth nipping at her skin. She tightened her grip, pumping hard, his moans vibrating against her neck.

“Fuck, Lex…” he hissed as she forced him onto his back and got on her knees.

He propped himself onto his bent arms, watching her as she slipped his cock between her lips. She flattened her tongue and pushed him in deeper, his eyes heating even more. One of his hands reached over, cupping her behind the head, guiding her, and she let him, desperate to know exactly how he wanted it.

She needed to make him fall to pieces.

Wet with her arousal, she parted her legs instinctively, reaching into her pants to run her fingers along her warm centre. The pleasure was too much to take. She pushed him deeper into her mouth, rubbing herself harder.

Suddenly, he gripped her wrist, stopping her.

“Let me,” he panted, his face flushed. “Please.”

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“Please.”Thewordcameout with such intense desperation, Ciarán didn’t recognize his own voice.

The fragility of her wrists in his hands contradicted who she truly was. He wasn’t dealing with someone demure and reserved. Alexis was formidable and had often levelled him with one glare.

Ciarán continued, pulling her up to her feet and watched her face transform into the breathtaking goddess she always had been. He took his time undressing her, letting her step out of her pants before throwing her down onto the bed. Then he patiently stared at her, savouring the gift of her naked before him. The timidity she held onto earlier was now gone, and when she spread her legs for him, he embraced the sight of herpermission.

With a low growl, he knelt down, knowing that’s where he was meant to be—with his face wedged between her gorgeous, milky thighs, with his greedy tongue sinking into her. With much more restraint than he thought possible, he slowly savoured and took pleasure in her taste. She was even more delicious than before. Her agonizing moans brought out a peace inside of him he’d longed to find over the years, but had failed to. The orgasm he crafted was like a song he’d been working on and now knew would be just right. Exactlyperfect.

His already rock-hard cock pressed against the bed, igniting his pleasure, and as Alexis rubbed herself against his hungry mouth, his own climax simmered throughout his body, from the tips of his fingers to his toes. White heat and blinding lights built behind his closed eyelids, his ears hearing nothing but the sounds of her pleasure.

“Look at me, Lex.” He needed to see her lose control at his touch.

At his command, she propped herself up on her arms, glancing down at him over her stomach. The intensity of her gaze made his lips morph into a satisfied grin against her sensitive skin. He swept his tongue across her clit and watched her writhe up to meet him.

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