Page 105 of Three Irish Kings
I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Surprised, he jolts forward, catching himself on his palms on either side of my head.
He groans and chuckles at the same time. “Mo chuisle, you’re an eager one tonight, aren’t you?”
“Aye, I am. All for you. Make love to me, Cill.”
Cillian’s eyes seem impossibly light. It’s like looking into a pool of the most vibrant, transparent green.
“Don’t say that. Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, Isla?—”
I cut him off with a fiery kiss, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his base.
He moans into my mouth, and his hips jut forward, thrusting into my hand.
I guide him into me, and he hitches in a breath, pulling away from my mouth.
He slides into me easily; I’ve been wet since I first kissed him.
It doesn’t take much with these men. I’m like a dog in heat, especially lately.
As my feelings grow, so does my arousal, and I’m feeling a lot of things right now.
“So wet and tight,” he grunts, thrusting into me slowly. “You feel so good,mo chuisle.So right.”
I roll my hips up to meet his thrusts, gasping and squeezing my eyes shut, trying to focus on my impending orgasm, hiding from all the complicated emotions swirling in my head.
But Cillian stills and grabs my chin.
“Eyes on me. Keep them open, Isla. Want you to know who’s claiming you.”
I pop my eyes open, arousal shooting through me, putting me right at the edge.
My pussy literallyaches, wanting more, wanting him to thrust harder, to make it hurt.
I need to get punished, need to learn my lesson.
I writhe beneath him and pout. “Cill, please. Please please please?—”
“What did we say about using your words?” His voice is low and dangerous, but he’s got a half-smile on his face. The duality of Cillian makes my head spin sometimes.
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
“Thought you wanted me to make love to you.” He grins wider, and frustration washes over me, but it’s also inexplicably hot, the way he’s teasing me.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, rocking my hips. “Cillian. I need… I need…”
“Poor baby.” But he doesn’t look remorseful at all. He’s enjoying this, having me beg for him.
Leaning down to kiss me again, he slowly starts to move, long, slow strokes that build my orgasm at a snail’s pace.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth, and I moan, muffled by the kiss.
My breath starts to hitch as he keeps fucking me at a steady pace.
“Oh, God…”
Trembling, I try to force him to increase the pace.
