Page 78 of Taming Irish

The need for her. All of her. It makes me senseless. Hunger is my drivingforce.

“What are ye doing to me?” I roll the condom over my aching cock, then crawl above her. “Ye undo me,Makena.”

She reaches up and pulls my mouth down to hers, kissing me hard, like she’s trying to convince herself that my words aretrue.

And when I take her this time, it’s more than sex. It’s a goddamn religiousexperience.

I thrust inside of her, hard, fast, and she trembles around me, crying out in euphoria, and I comehard.

And then I feelit.

There’s a slight snap, a change in sensation. And I know I’m doublyfucked.