Page 115 of Brutal Obsession

Cian’s bringing me back to life with his gentle, calloused hands and his sweet lips. His mouth steals my air, but I’d give up oxygen forever before sacrificing even a single kiss.

His hard cock slides through my folds, and we moan in unison as my wetness dampens us both.

He groans against my mouth. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“Stop hesitating,” I whine back. “I want you, I want?—”

He takes the words right out of my mouth and stuffs his length inside me, every single centimeter. The heft and fullness of this experience overwhelms me as if it’s the first time. My eyelids droop shut, and my head hits the mattress. I can’t hold him—it hurts too much—but my hands are on his arms as I cling as much as I can. Cian rakes his fingers up and down my leftthigh. He’s gentle,so gentle, slow, and soft as he begins moving inside of me.

Soon, I can only hear my frantic cries. I’ve never sounded this way before. I’m crying again. My emotions are all over the place. The anguish churning in my chest over our recent trauma combines with the sorrow that floods me over the thought of never seeing him again.

Relief is the most overwhelming emotion. It pulls tears from my eyes without end. I must seem so sad. To Cian, I must seem like the most miserable sex partner he’s ever had, but he doesn’t take my melancholy personally.

No, the look on his face is impassioned, grave as the circumstances we just escaped from, bitter about what we’ve lost, grateful for what we still have.

The hysteria I’m spiraling through renders me nonverbal. I can’t say one word to him while he makes love to me.

But he keeps saying, “I’m right here, baby.”

It’s everything. His affirmation alone could keep me alive for a decade.

One thrust at a time, he proves to me I’m still alive. The person I am is still inside me, stillthereeven though I almost died.

“Right here…” Cian whispers.

I meet his eyes in the semidarkness of this room, and the intensity that passes between us with a single look could make me swoon. Clinging to him, I burrow my head into the curve of his neck, digging my fingernails into his arms.

His hand appears on the back of my head, holding it in place against him. His hot breath teases my neck as his lips come to my ear.

“Did you really think…I wouldn’t touch you again?”

His rough-edged words wash over me, triggering another rush of wetness between my thighs.

I muffle my cries by pressing my face flush with the skin of his throat, sucking his scent up my nose like cocaine. I’m an addict, and he’s my fix.

“As if I…could…resist.” The beautiful gibberish comes next. Sweet nothings spill from his mouth on the back of a moan, and then he explodes inside me.

I want to fall asleep just like this, him breathing hard, me blanketed by his enormous weight, his whole cock still lodged inside me. Cian shivers a few more times, muscles twitching, before he slowly pulls out. My hips buck and convulse as he does so. The pleasure of it is beyond description.

Oh, lord, I needed that.

We rest together, our limbs tangled and pulses slowing. Outside the humongous windows the sky brightens, dawn beckoning from beyond the horizon. Almost as if our afterglow spread to the world outside.

Daybreak is coming.

Careful of my incision, he tucks me into his side, pulling my head to his chest. “Before this goes any further, I need to tell you something.”

A frisson of fear invades my post-coital bliss. “What?”

His chest rises. Lowers. “Remember what I told you about my parents? How my father hurt my mother until I got older and stopped him?” At my nod, his arm tightens around my waist. “What I didn’t tell you was that I stopped him by stabbing him to death. I killed my own father, Harper.”

I freeze, shock gripping my limbs while my chest hollows.

When I don’t respond, Cian gives me a little squeeze and starts to extract himself from my hold. “It’s okay. I always knew this would be a deal-breaker. Who wants a guy who could do something that terrible to his own father, his flesh and blood?”

The resignation I hear twists a knife in my heart.

He truly thinks that telling me this will push me away. That him ridding this earth of an evil man would be enough to make me not want him anymore.

---