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I can feel her eyes on me, watching as I taste her.

“Please,” she moans.

My tongue strokes and teases, plunging deep, filling her.

“Tell me what ye want, love,” I growl out.

“I want you inside of me,” she says breathlessly, shuddering when I flick my thumb across her clit. “Please.”

Pulling out a condom from the nightstand, I quickly sheath myself, needing more than anything to be inside her.

I start slow, taking her hands from my chest and lacing our fingers together above her head.

Rocking my hips into hers, her mouth opens in a silent cry.

God, she’s so tight, her muscles clenching around me, milking my cock until I’m struggling for control.

I surge inside of her, hard and deep.

She lets out a small gasp, her muscles clenching around my length.

I give her a moment to adjust to my size, and give myself a moment to gain some semblance of control.

My cock throbs almost violently inside of her, and I can feel her pussy ripple around me. The sensation is almost too much, and I have to clench my back teeth not to come.

She strains against me, her hips meeting mine with every thrust.

“Harder,” she whimpers, eyes closed, face flushed with pleasure.

Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck as she arches towards me, trying to drive me deeper.

My self-control is disintegrating. She’s like a drug hammering through my veins.

One touch.

One taste.

I want more. One night won’t be enough.

But it’s going to have to be.

I can’t let my emotions get tied up. She doesn’t belong here. And even if she did, I don’t have room in my life for someone like her. Someone who’ll demand more than I can give –everything.

Her cries fill my bedroom, and I nearly lose my sanity. Her muscles tighten around me, and I know she’s close. I can feel her body vibrating with the need of her release.

“So beautiful,” I growl into her mouth, as I kiss her hard.

She may be gone tomorrow, but she’s mine tonight. And I’m sure as hell going to enjoy her while she’s here.

Chapter 11

Delaney

Iholdonto Cillian as he rides me hard and deep, shocked by my own desperate cries, but even more shocked by the pleasure ripping through me.

I cry out and arch my hips. The pressure building in my clit is almost unbearable.

My mind and body completely unravel. The sensations building inside of me are almost too much.

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