Page 73 of The Silencer

"Harder," she begs, her legs tightening around my waist."Please, Emmanuel."

I comply, slamming into her with more force.The headboard bangs against the wall with each thrust, but I couldn't care less.All that matters is Clodagh and the pleasure building between us.

"That's it, baby," I growl."Take my cock.You're mine, Clodagh.All fucking mine."

"Yours," she gasps, her eyes locked on mine."Only yours, Emmanuel."

I can feel my release approaching, but I'm determined to make her come again first.I slip a hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles around it.

"Come for me," I demand."I want to feel you fall apart around my cock."

Clodagh's back arches as she cries out, her pussy clamping down on me as her orgasm hits.The feeling of her pulsing around me sends me over the edge.With a final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her as I come, groaning her name.

We stay like that for a moment, both of us panting and trembling from the intensity of our climaxes.I pepper soft kisses along her face and neck, savoring the closeness.

This is where I belong, where I've always belonged.I know that being the Silencer is to ensure I can keep her safe.It's why it started.Why I became the man I am today.To protect those that I love.And fuck, yes, I love Clodagh.I think a part of me always has.

TWENTY-FIVE

clodagh

Three months have passedsince that intense reunion with Emmanuel.Our relationship has only grown stronger, despite the challenges of his work in Dublin and my studies in Galway.We've fallen into a rhythm, with Emmanuel visiting as often as he can and me practically living in his apartment.

If someone had told me when I was taken by his dad that I’d fall head over heels in love with him, I’d have laughed in their face.But the past three months have shown me he’s nothing like his father—something I already knew.Emmanuel is beyond amazing.He treats me like a queen and would do anything for me.

We’ve still not told anyone about our relationship, and I know when Lisa finds out, she’ll be upset, but I need to have something that’s just mine and find a way that we can be stable and secure before I tell her.I know she’ll have an opinion, and Lisa has strong opinions about things, and I know she’ll tell me what she thinks.I don’t want her to know until I’m able to stand my ground and tell her this is what I want.

While I’m falling so hard for him, there’s still a part of me that’s fearful.What if he walks away again?That’s something that, with time, will slowly fade.Not to mention sessions with my therapist—once I find a new one.The lady I had in Dublin helped me a lot to face my fears and sort my feelings in a healthy way once I got my head on straight and stopped the drinking.I haven’t been to a therapist in about a year, and I think it could help me deal with my apprehension with Emmanuel.

I groan as the pounding in my head intensifies.I have a migraine and it’s only getting worse.Emmanuel’s on his way home and usually I’m awake and waiting for him, but I can’t right now.I need to lie down and close my eyes.

With every step I take toward the bedroom, my head pounds even more.It feels like it’s about to explode.

I stumble into the bedroom, barely making it to the bed before collapsing.The room spins as I curl up on my side, squeezing my eyes shut against the pain.I've had migraines before, but this one feels particularly brutal.

I'm not sure how much time passes before I hear the front door open.Emmanuel's home.Part of me wants to get up and greet him, but my body refuses to cooperate.

"Clodagh?"Emmanuel calls out.I can hear the concern in his voice.

I try to respond, but all that comes out is a weak groan.Footsteps approach the bedroom, and then I feel the mattress dip as Emmanuel sits beside me.

"Baby, what's wrong?"His hand gently strokes my hair as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.

"Migraine," I manage to whisper, wincing at even that small sound.

"Shit," Emmanuel mutters."Have you taken anything for it?"

I shake my head slightly, immediately regretting the movement as a fresh wave of pain washes over me.

"Okay, don't move," Emmanuel says softly."I'll get you some painkillers and water."

He returns quickly, helping me sit up just enough to swallow the pills and take a few sips of water.Then he gently eases me back down onto the pillow.

"Is there anything else you need?"he asks, his voice low and soothing.

"Just stay with me?"I whisper, reaching out for his hand.

Emmanuel squeezes my hand gently."Of course, baby.I'm not going anywhere."

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