Page 87 of Reckless Promises

Cillian’s eyes lock on mine, and it swirls up that pit inside me only he has access to unlock. A deep desire for a man I can’t deny any longer. He carries me all the way to our wing of the house—to our room. And my belly flutters the moment the door clicks shut behind us.

“On the bed.” He sets me down, starting to unbutton his shirt.

But he doesn’t follow me, moving to the closet instead. He walks inside, and I start peeling off my lingerie when I stop at the foot of the bed.

“Keep it on.”

I turn at Cillian’s words and catch him glancing over his shoulder at me.

“I want to enjoy my present.” He winks before turning back to what he’s doing.

Climbing onto the bed, I scoot all the way up to the center and sit against the headboard. I have no idea what Cillian has planned for me, but I don’t doubt he’ll make it worth it. My husband is controlling, experienced, and determined to drag as many orgasms from me as possible.

“What are you hiding?” I ask when Cillian walks back out of the closet, holding something in his pocket.

He’s ditched his dress shirt and shoes, and every carved muscle of his chest makes me want to climb him like he’s a tree.

“A present.”

Of course it is. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t gift me something. He’s perfect, from his gift-giving to his lean, muscular body. Flawless, except for the single scar on his side that I always wonder about.

“Were you stabbed?” I ask when my focus moves once more to the single mark on my husband’s skin.

“No.” He tips his head back and chuckles. “That was a burst appendix.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” I climb up onto my knees as he moves onto the bed. “You’re telling me the great, unkillable Cillian Cross was almost taken out by an exploding appendix.”

“Imagine that.” He smirks, sitting back on his heels.

Cillian grabs me at the hips, dragging me down so I’m lying with one leg on either side of him.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a chain.

“What is that?”

“Something that’s going to make you feel good.” Once more, he leans in and kisses my pussy. “I could spend all night kissing you, Clover.”

He slowly rolls his tongue over me. Building thunder in my core. Just enough to work me up but pulling back every time I start to feel the storm.

Cillian kisses up to my clit, then my belly. He makes his way to my belly button and a bolt of lightning burststhrough me. There’s no doubt he notices as I drip over his fingers onto the bed.

Slowly stroking me, he continues his path upward. Planting kisses along my ribs, and then pulling down my lingerie to reveal my breasts.

“Perfection.” He hums, kissing up one of the mounds and sucking a nipple into his mouth.

It doesn’t matter what negative thoughts I’ve had about my body, Cillian worships it. He makes my body feel special—appreciated.

He works from one bud to the other and they peak for him. My flesh prickles with goosebumps like every part of me yearns for him to be closer. His fingers leave my pussy on a moan, and I’m so desperate for him to fuck me that I can’t handle it.

Once more he reaches in his pocket and pulls out the chain. He glides it over my skin, tugging my nipple between his teeth. I’m so sensitive I’m bursting. Every part of me seeking out what he’s lighting inside me.

My attention is on him tracing my nipple with his tongue, until he pulls back and pinches it, hard.

It burns, and when I look down, I realize why. It’s not his fingers or his teeth. He clamped the chain to my nipple.

It burns for a second, firing a path straight to my core, and my pussy throbs for more.

“How does that feel?”

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