Page 72 of The Voices are Back

My hand reached up and latched on to his wrist that was planted beside my face.

My fingernails dug into his wrist, and I cried out as the mother of all orgasms took me over.

Distantly, I heard him roar his release, and little black spots danced in my vision.

I didn’t pass out, though.

I groaned, my eyelids drooping lazily as an almost boneless feeling washed over me.

Aodhan pressed a kiss onto my throat, right over the bruised mark of another man’s hand, and said, “That was the last time anyone but me will touch you.”

I shivered in delight and said, “I think I might need to stay here until I calm down.”

His laughter ruffled the stray hairs against my neck this time.

“I think that’s okay,” he teased.

It was okay.

I was perfectly okay.

I all but sank into the bed beneath me, my legs tangling with Aodhan’s, as I closed my eyes and released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

“That was about fifty years of pent-up sexual tension,” I taunted.

He grunted out a laugh, pulling out of me as he did.

I instantly felt bereft without him inside of me.

“Jesus,” I whispered. “I feel so empty.”

I gasped as his fingers gathered the wetness that I could feel leaking out of me, and shoving it back inside.

“You still on birth control?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

He stilled above me, and I felt the distinct stiffening of his softening member on my thigh where it lay limply. Well, definitely not limply anymore. It was most certainly as unlimp as a dick could get.

“Whoa, cowboy,” I teased.

“Mama,” he growled, his fingers pushing in deep. “Why does the idea of you not on birth control turn me harder than a goddamn concrete cinder block?”

I licked my lips, then glanced up into his eyes that were definitely telling me all kinds of feelings at the moment.

“Because the thought of permanently marking me as yours is a caveman thing you’ve always had going for you,” I teased.

His eyes twinkled then. “Permanently marking you as mine…I kind of like the sound of that.”

Then he was replacing his fingers with his cock, and I was once again being filled up exactly how I wanted.

This time was much slower than the last.

We were lazy and sweet, and the orgasm that he produced out of me was much less explosive but a whole lot more impactful.

Because I loved seeing the sweet side of Aodhan.

I loved even more that the only person he showed that sweet side to was me.

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