Page 204 of Flirting with Darkness

I arched into every touch, laughed when he grazed a particularly sensitive spot so lightly it tickled, and pulled him as close to me as it was possible to get. I was here, choosing this, choosing him, giving myself over to it entirely.

And, good gods, it was incredible.

“Rose,” he murmured as he slid his rough palms up my calves, pushing the wet fabric of my gown out of his way. “I’m not a man of words. Certainly not pretty ones.” He reached my thighs, and I leant back, hands in the water, body tight and aching with anticipation. “So let my actions show how I feel”—he kissed me, tongue flicking—“how proud I am of you for finding your wants”—his thumbs ran up my inner thighs, questing higher, higher, and I bit my lip—“how much I’ve been holding back these weeks.”

The light silk clung to my skin where it was wet, but Faolán wasn’t so easily defeated. He slid his hands beneath, gaze heavy upon me like he wanted to see the moment when—

I gave a breathy sigh, almost a moan, because finally he grazed my edges.

The corner of his mouth rose as he watched my lips, drinking up my reaction as he did it again. “So beautiful, Rose.”

The next time that graze became a sweep up my centre, and my back arched as my legs bent under the fountain’s bowl. My body was no longer under my control, it could only respond to his touch.

He bent closer, and I lifted my face, eager to feel his mouth on mine again. Truth be told, I didn’t think I’d ever tire of it. And that was a terrifying tension in my belly. But somehow the fear only added to my desire, driving the flames from red to orange to hot, hot yellow that licked and leapt.

He nudged my nose with his. “So bright and sweet.” Then he closed in, thumb plunging into me at the exact moment his tongue claimed my mouth, and I had no idea how I didn’t fall apart into flecks of nothing at that alone.

I panted around his assault on my mouth, breasts pressing against the shifting, sheer fabric of my gown. Each little brush of that silk against my nipples doubled the effect of his thick digit inside me as his other thumb circled my clit, stoking the fire higher and higher until…

Every part of me exploded in white hot heat. There was nothing but his touch, nothing but searing obliteration, and I gave myself over to it entirely.

When the blaze abated, dying down to embers that he kept glowing red with that touch still on me, in me, I blinked up at him, at the wondering look he gave me like he’d just witnessed something miraculous.

“What?” I huffed, trying to catch my breath even as the glowing embers inside me grew hotter with each thrust and circle.

“Watching you”—he shook his head, throat bobbing—“incredible. I could never grow tired of it.”

I shouldn’t want that, the fearful tension in me said.

But I did.

So I smiled and kissed him and tore at the buttons on his trousers, body fighting me as every muscle drew tighter and tighter, ready to break on another overwhelming climax.

Not wanting to lose the perfect pressure of his thumbs, I shoved his trousers down, first with my hands, then, when they couldn’t reach any further down, with my feet. The thick, hard length of his cock sprung free, glistening from the fountain’s water. I closed my fingers around its width as best as I could and was rewarded with a low groan that bordered on a growl.

His eyelids fluttered shut as his eyebrows peaked together. “Fuck, Rose.” He shuddered as he inhaled. “I’ve waited for this for so long. I’ve dreamt of it, but…” Eyes opening and snapping onto me, he shook his head. “I wasnotprepared.”

I slid my thumb over the dark, flared head of his dick and savoured the way it twitched in my hold. The power of that, his responsiveness, it pulled my walls tight around his thumb, which had fallen still from my distraction.

As though realising that, he growled and resumed his thrust inside me, harder this time, pushing me further onto the fountain, making water splash up around us.

“Once more, Rose.” His voice was low and gravelly as his gaze bored into me. “I’m making you come once more, and then I’m fucking you.” His thumb on my tingling clit circled faster, a little harder, wringing a whimper from me as my body shuddered in response. “And I will not hold back. Do you understand?”

I could barely nod because the very thought of it had my body taut, so close to another peak. “I want it, Faolán. I want you. Unbridled. Untamed. Entirely yourself.”

His cock strained in my hand at the words, as though in anticipation. “Hmm.” It was a hum of approval this time, and the sound vibrated into me as he bent to my breast and closed his mouth over the tight bud of my nipple.

Crying out, I broke again. My pleasure overflowed, like the fountain’s surge, sweeping me away.

“That’s it, flower. That’s it.”

His voice brought me back from the nothing, as he laid me back in the bowl of the fountain, cradling my head. A few inches of blessed, cool water lapped at my body, making my gown stick to every curve and swell. The appreciative look he gave me, slow and consuming, told me the light silk had turned completely see-through.

“Stars a-fucking-bove, Rose, you’re going to kill me, looking like that.” He peppered kisses over my cheeks and lips as he palmed my thighs. It felt like ten years, though it was probably closer to ten seconds before he raised his eyebrows in question. Asking permission.

“Faolán,” I sighed. “You said you weren’t going to hold back. I hope you weren’t lying.”

He chuckled, a warm, rough sound that reminded me of the honeyed whisky he liked to drink. “Never.” With a kiss, he set his blunt tip at my entrance and spread my legs wide, setting his hands at the backs of my knees.

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