Page 55 of Legacy Of Ashes
He backs me toward the bed, mouth hot on my throat. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs against my skin. "How hard you make me just thinking about you."
"Show me," I whisper, already wet and aching for him.
He pushes me back onto the mattress, following me down. His mouth finds my breast through the lace, sucking and biting until I arch beneath him. When he finally strips away my bra, his tongue circles my nipple, making me cry out.
"Please," I beg, too desperate for pride. "I need you inside me."
"Tell me what you want," he growls, hooking his fingers in my panties and dragging them down. "Tell me exactly how you want my cock."
"Hard," I gasp as he settles between my thighs. "Fast. I want you to fuck me until I can't think."
He drives into my pussy in one brutal thrust that steals my breath. We both groan at the perfect friction, the way his thick cock stretches and fills me completely.
"God, you're so tight," he breathes, holding still for a moment. "So wet for me."
I dig my nails into his shoulders, urging him to move. "Fuck me, Conall. Make me come on your cock."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He sets a punishing rhythm that has me screaming with every stroke. The headboard slams against the wall as he pounds into my pussy with desperate need.
"Mine," he growls in my ear, one hand gripping my hip while the other finds my clit. "This pussy belongs to me."
"Yes," I cry out, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Only you. Only your cock."
He rubs my clit in tight circles while he fucks me, and the dual sensations push me toward the edge embarrassingly fast. My pussy clenches around his cock as pleasure builds.
"That's it," he pants. "Come for me. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock."
His dirty words shatter my control. I convulse around him, his name torn from my throat as my orgasm crashes over me. He follows with a hoarse shout, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his come.
We collapse together, hearts racing and skin slick with sweat. I curl against his side, using his heartbeat to steady my own.
"Whatever happens with Petrov," I say into the comfortable silence, "I'm not marrying him."
Conall's arm tightens around me. "Good. Because I'd have to kill him if you did."
"Would you really?"
He tilts my chin up, meeting my eyes with deadly seriousness. "In a heartbeat. You're mine, Saoirse. I don't share."
The possessiveness in his voice sends heat spiraling through me again. "What if he retaliates? Uses what he knows against us?"
"Then we'll be ready. We know about O'Brien now. We can feed him false information, set traps, turn the tables." His fingers trace patterns on my bare shoulder. "Your father built this empire by being smarter than his enemies. You're his daughter. You can do the same."
"And if I can't?"
"Then we'll figure something else out. Together." He presses a kiss to my hair. "I meant what I said before. Whatever you decide, I'll support it. I trust you."
His faith steadies something inside me. With Conall beside me, I can face anything—Russian threats, Irish betrayals, the weight of family legacy.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I reach for it, frowning at the unknown number.
"Saoirse Kavanagh?"
"Yes."
"This is Detective Morrison. We need to talk. There's something you should know about O'Brien."
My blood turns to ice. I meet Conall's eyes as he tenses beside me.
