Page 75 of Forever Flames: Padraig & Stevie
“Then don’t be,” I gasp, burying my face in the pillow, fingers curling hard into the sheets. “Keep fucking me, Padraig. Please.”
He drives into me in one brutal thrust, knocking the air from my lungs. The slap of skin meeting skin fills the room as he pounds into me from behind, deep and hard, every stroke hitting my spot until my vision goes white.
I push back against him, wild and feral, wanting all of him, needing it. His grip on my hips tightens until it’s almost painful. His rhythm so hard and fast I can barely keep my knees under me.
“Don’t stop,” I choke.
“I’m never stopping,” he grinds out, leaning over me, his chest against my back, breath hot on my ear. “I want you to remember my cock inside you every time you close your eyes.”
My orgasm rips through me with a scream as my body seizes around him. He pulls out with a strangled groan, rolls me onto my back, and doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before he’s between my thighs again, filling me in one raw, unrelenting thrust.
“God, you’re so tight,” he pants, hooking my legs over his shoulders to change the angle, and I arch off the mattress, clawing at his arms.
“Padraig!” I cry, tears slipping down my temples. “Oh my God—”
He kisses me punishingly, swallowing my sobs as his motion turns erratic. His face contorts into an ecstatic grimace when he comes with a guttural, broken sound. The entire experience tears something open inside me.
I cling to him through it, his body shuddering over mine.
When it’s over, he doesn’t move. He stays inside me, our ragged breaths filling the silence.
Finally, he pulls out slowly, still hard, still trembling, and slides down my body without a word.
“Oh, God…” My voice cracks, but he doesn’t answer.
Instead, he pushes my knees apart and buries his face between my thighs, licking me with such desperate hunger it makes me squirm. The taste of us, of what we’ve just done, has him groaning low in his chest, his tongue fucking me deeper, lapping my pussy with an almost reverent need.
“Too much,” I gasp, tangling my hands in his hair, but he doesn’t stop. He sucks my clit into his mouth, drawing hard, like he’s trying to drag my soul out through my skin.
Another orgasm rips through me again, harder than the others, leaving me thrashing against the mattress, my cries muffled by the back of my hand. He stays there licking and tasting every drop of our combined release until I’m shuddering uncontrollably,
When Padraig finally climbs back up my body, his face is wet with us. His eyes blaze and he kisses me so I can taste us too. I sip from him, desperate for the reminder of what we were and what we’ll always be, no matter how much I try to forget.
He doesn’t break the kiss when he slides back inside me, slowly until his hips are pressed flush against mine.
“Don’t ask me to fuck you,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m making love to you, Stevie. Every inch of you. Every part I’ll never get back if you walk away. Because I love you and I’ll never love anyone else.”
Tears sting my eyes as he starts to move, deliberate and tender, his cheek resting against mine.
“I love how you never give up on anyone.” He cups my breast and thumbs my nipple. “I love how you see the world. How you see me, even when I can’t see myself. I love the way you laugh, how you look at me like I’m worth something, like I matter, even after I made the biggest mistake of my life by keeping things from you.”
He kisses my cheek, the corner of my mouth, whispering every word into my skin as his body rocks against mine.
“I love the girl who stayed up with me all night when things sucked at home. I love the woman you’ve become, even if it means you’re going somewhere without me. I love you, Stevie Hayes. Always and forever.”
My heart feels like it’s splitting in two. This isn’t possession. It’s devotion. It’s everything we are and everything we’ve ever been, laid bare.
We make love like it’s the last time, because deep down, we both know it probably is. He finishes by flooding me, every muscle locked when he comes.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him, wishing I could stop time. My fingers trace the familiar slope of his spine, the ridges of muscle I’ve known since we were teenagers. It feels so achingly right, for a moment I almost forget why I can’t let this continue.
Padraig presses a kiss to my temple. “I want to stay inside you forever.”
Tears burn my eyes, heart hammering with the weight of everything I can’t say. Then I ease back to meet his gaze.
His brown eyes search mine, unguarded. “Stevie…”
Shame washes over me. Tonight means something different to him and I didn’t realize it. I cup his face, forcing myself to be steady. “We can’t do this again.”
