Page 69 of Wild Irish

She moans beneath me. “Cillian.”

My name is a plea, begging me to fill her as she rocks her hips up, rubbing herself against my erection.

“Wait,” I breathe out roughly, pressing my forehead against hers, and holding back from burying myself inside her with no protection. “Do ye have anything?”

She blinks up at me, then shakes her head.

Shit.

“But, I’m…” A hint of insecurity flashes in her eyes. “I haven’t been with…anyone…not since…”

Relief floods through me at what she doesn’t admit.

“I haven’t been with anyone else either, not since long before I met ye.” It’s the truth. Not that I hadn’t had multiple opportunities, but none of them were Delaney.

None of them could fill the ache in my chest.

“I’m on the pill.” She runs her fingers down my chest, across my abs, then rests her palms on my hips.

It’s enough for me. Even if she wasn’t on the damn pill, it would be enough. Because I have every intention of claiming her completely.

I kiss her again, not holding back. I let out a harsh groan as her slick, warm flesh encases the crest of my cock, then I slowly sink into her. She stretches around me, her thighs opening, hips arching.

My muscles shake as I hold myself above her, and I barely hold onto the loose thread I have on my control. It’s been too long, and the feeling of her silky heat wrapped around my bare cock is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.

Beneath me, she moves her hips, her body begging for more.

When I catch her gaze, my chest tightens at the emotions I see in her eyes. They match my own. Lust. Affection. Love. It’s overwhelming. And scary as hell. I’ve never known this feeling for any other woman.

I want to possess her.

All of her.

Make her mine.

And never let her go –never again.

Her legs tremble as she tightens them around my hips.

Buried deep inside her, I lose my last ounce of control. I rock into her, again and again, savoring every little sound that comes from her lips, knowing I want to spend the rest of my life memorizing every moan and sigh, every place on her body that makes her whimper and shudder with desire.

Her mouth parts on a cry, and I press my lips against hers, as I feel the first waves of her orgasm wrapping around my cock, ripping through my senses.

Flames scorch my already heated skin.

“Cillian,” she cries out, fingers digging into my hair.

An eruption of heat tears through me, the pleasure too much. I explode within her, each pulse of my release matched by her own small spasms.

I nuzzle her neck and press a gentle kiss to the hollow beneath her ear, before rolling over, keeping her with me, not willing to let her go. After tonight, I know that losing her isn’t a possibility I’m willing to live with.

She’s mine.

But even as I think it, I know the truth. It’s me who belongs to her. Every last shredded ounce of my soul is hers.

Chapter 33

Delaney

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