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The ball of anticipation in my stomach coiled as I watched his gaze flicker back to me. Something raw and undiluted lurked in his dark eyes, spreading a thrilling rush through me.

“Fuck. You’re mine.” That was all he said before his mouth closed over my pussy.Am I his?The words rang true. Maybe nothing ever worked with other men because there was no room for anyone but him. In my heart, I’ve been waiting forhim. My body waited for him.

I shuddered under the first, hot touch of his tongue. I couldn’t even contemplate his words further as a rush of pleasure flooded me and my head fell back. He took a slow, savoring lap from the entrance to my clit. It was the first intimate touch by a man, and it was better than I could have ever imagined it.

A loud moan slipped through my lips when he swirled his tongue over my clit before sucking it. His tongue worked me mercilessly, and I was so close to falling apart. Nothing had ever felt as good as this.

His tongue pushed into my entrance and a rough, throaty sound escaped me. He slipped one finger inside me and pleasure shot through me, burning through my bloodstream. On instinct, I tried to rock my hips, needing the friction to come undone.

“Butterfly, you are tight,” he murmured in a hoarse voice. The nickname pierced through my lust infused fog, but then his fingers started thrusting in and out of me, and everything faded. I could only chase this sensation he was giving me.

“Oh my God,” I breathed hard. “P-please. Oh my God.”

His mouth licked and sucked on my clit, while his fingers moved in and out of me, taking his time, like I was his most savored dessert. Every so often he made deep noises of satisfaction that shot something hot through every fiber of me. He fingered me faster and harder, his laps steady as his dark eyes found mine. Our eyes locked, incoherent words slipped through my lips as the flame within me grew hotter, threatening to send me spiraling into an abyss.

He curled his fingers inside me, hitting the spot then one word left his mouth.

“Come,” he ordered and pleasure exploded through my veins, like fire fed by gasoline. A languid heat spread through my body as I pulsed around his fingers, while he continued to slowly move them in and out until my shivers subsided.

His hands skimmed from my waist to my hip then to my inner thighs, his palm rough and hot. A burning caress. Heat curled in my lower stomach and my pulse raced as we locked our gazes.

“That was my first orgasm with a man.” His eyes flickered with surprise at my admission. Truthfully, I was surprised I said it out loud. Orgasms must be truth serums. The words slipped through my lips before I thought better of it. Though I didn’t regret it. It was amazing, and I wanted more.

He stood up to his full length and clashed his mouth on mine for the briefest second, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

He broke the kiss too quickly.

“It won’t be the last,” he promised.

ChapterThree

CASSIO

Her first orgasm.

I owned her first orgasm. Possession and something else shot through my veins. She had invaded the space in my heart a long time ago. She was the reason Luca and I kept going.

She was the reason I didn’t give up when I was tired. She was the reason I didn’t give up when I was beaten. I’d hear her words.Will you kill them all?And I’d keep going.

My little butterfly.

She had grown up. Matured. She had become a woman in the flesh who tempted me. Yet, I sensed something within her. Every so often, I could sense her tensing as if she expected something to happen, but it was gone just as fast. She’d relax, melt into me, and everything disappeared.

Mine.

She was mine. I had kissed her and the world would never be the same again. I let go of that battered little girl I saved all those years ago and kissed a woman. A warrior queen. She was a fighter because only a strong fighter survived the ordeal she had been through.

True, she didn’t remember me. She was old enough to recall those memories, but somehow, she had buried them all away. I wouldn’t make her dig them out. I’d remember that horror for both of us. It was a small mercy for her to have forgotten all that.

I might have saved her from that hellhole, but unknowingly, she also saved me all those years ago.

She had made something inside me shift and restart. She gave me purpose when I couldn’t find one. Even after Grandfather saved us from our own father, made us strong, both Luca and I struggled to find purpose. We didn’t belong among normal people. And we sure as hell didn’t belong in my father’s world.

That day, amidst the heat, blood, and terror, Áine had given me purpose. A reason to keep fighting my father and hit him where it hurt him the most. But most importantly, to save women and girls like her.

That day nine years ago was a turning point in my life. Yet again, I found myself at another turning point. Once more, because of her.

A knock came at the door. Both Áine and I ignored it. A second later, the knock turned into a full blown banging.

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