Page 42 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

I chuckle. “Love, the Irish language and spelling will be enough to make your head explode. There’s no searching for it. And it does. It means my own gorgeous, curvy woman.”

“Fine.” She sighs. “You feel so good. So thick and hard. I swear there isn’t an inch of me you don’t touch. The way you burn into me like you’re branding me with your cock. Like you’re claiming me as yours.”

“I am. Because the same way I’m yours, you are mine.” That I will admit to, I’ve never said anything more true in my life.

Green glistens with hope. I capture her mouth.

All her hopes and fears are in her kiss. Beyond the strawberry sweet and cotton candy are the dreams she gave up on and the fear I'll hurt her, leaving her bitter and in pain. My poor baby, I’m proud of her for coming to me despite her fear.

Too fucking quickly, the kiss spins out of control. Miranda’s sweet cunt squeezes me tight over and over until I wonder if I’ll come without moving. Where’s the fun in that?

Sending a hand into her hair, I pull her away. Fucking hell, the moan of displeasure at me ending the kiss slides down my cock straight to my balls. This woman.

“Quit squeezing my cock. You won’t come from it, but I will. Feed me one of your tits,” I order her.

She gasps and gives me what I need. “I think I will, Declan. Oh god, you feel so good.” Another squeeze of her tight cunt has her whimpering. “Please, Declan.”

I bring my hand down on her ass. The crack of it is loud around us. She goes still, eyes wide. "I'm in control, love. Always, whether my cock is inside you or not, but especially when I'm inside you."

"I'm sorry, Declan." Is a moan. The witch slides her breasts up and down my chest. Oh, she liked that smack and wants another. I give it to her. She cries out and moans as she grinds down on my cock.

Fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me—there’s no better way to go. I give her another smack. "Naughty girl. You're going to have me digging those restraints out."

Teeth nip at my neck she has her face buried in. I slap her ass again. She clenches tight around me. Another slap has her moaning my name. My cock jerks.

"I told you, love. Look at what you slut you become for my cock buried inside you. Your cunny fits me perfectly the same way you do. Such a pretty cunny with my cock inside you.”

"You have to come inside me. I need all of you inside me, Declan. Your come is so hot it feels like molten steel putting me back together after I shatter from that little death."

"Then you're going to get it,m’fhiorghra. You will have all of me you want. It's yours. It's always been yours, waiting for you to claim it."

My hands are back on her hips fucking into her hard, fast, rough. I capture a perfect tit in my mouth and suck. She goes off like a firecracker, moaning and crying out my name as she sobs her orgasm.

I come so hard I see stars. My own star in my arms trembles, clinging to me with desperate hands.

Once more, I pray I’m giving her our first child. Only the prayers don’t stop, that this is no dream, that she forgives me for doing whatever it takes to keep her. Because this is my heaven, and I’m never letting her go.

CHAPTER 13

Declan

She's on my bed watching me dress. Her sigh reaches me. "You're so gorgeous. If I saw you on the cover of a magazine, I would think you were airbrushed or something."

I laugh as I cross to her. Bending down, I kiss her. "If you keep looking at me like that, you're going to have me climbing back into bed with you again. I was reminded when I pulled out of you earlier that it's been a long time for you. I don't want to leave you in pain."

We fell asleep with her on me, my cock inside her. And when we woke up this morning, I rolled her over and made love to her again. Despite Aoife stuffing the fridge, I’m in the mood for bagels and lox. So I had a shower and am getting dressed to go get them.

Her giggle floats up to me. "It's not my fault—it’s all you. I always thought those people who claim sex addiction were lying their ass off, but I get it now. You're highly addictive.

It stills me, the way she calls me an addiction. The same thing I thought of her as I ate her sweet cunny. Interesting. We're on the same wavelength on more things than I thought possible.

Grasping her by the ankle, I pull her down the bed to me. "I want you moved into my room before I come back." I don't miss the way her forehead crinkles. "What?"

"It's just so dark in here. I like the other room better."

Sighing, I give in. "Fine. We'll be in the other room until you can redo this one."

"You want me to redo your room?" Green eyes are wide.

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