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“Are ye going tae come for me, mo ghràidh?” His words were muffled against my soaked folds, and all I could do was mewl, unable to actually form a coherent sentence. “Yeah, I think ye want tae come all over my face.” I felt the sharpness of his claws breaking the skin at my hips, and it drove my pleasure higher.
He pulled back, to my disappointment, but then he was slipping a thick finger into my pussy, curling and twisting it in just the right way that hit something deep inside me, something secret and so intense that beads of sweat popped out along my forehead.
“Give me what I want.”
And that was all it took for me to come, to explode and ride his finger, pumping my hips up and down, fucking myself on that lone digit.
He shifted his hand so he could rub my clit, the ecstasy making my brain short-circuit as my vision went hazy and dark.
I let my upper body fall to the mattress, my ass still in the air, his finger still lodged inside me. He thrust in and out lazily before finally pulling it out. I could hear him sucking my cream off that finger, his groan of pleasure following. Then his mouth was back on my pussy, his tongue licking at the juices that spilled because of my climax.
And with one more lick from my clit all the way to my asshole, a slow and languid one that made me think he was savoring my flavor, he flipped me onto my back and leaned over me. I felt drugged as my arms flopped to my sides, my legs falling open, staying wide for him to fit his hips between them. He slid his hand up my side, over one of my breasts to give the flesh a gentle squeeze, a tweak of my nipple that had me moaning, and then went to collar my throat with his fingers.
“Gods, female,” he groaned and leaned back on his knees to look at me all spread out like an offering. “Just looking at ye will be the death of me.” His gaze landed on my pussy, and just his focus on that part of my body lit me up all over again. “All mine.” He lifted his gaze up my belly and locked eyes with me.
I felt like this was a possessive move, him wanting me to stare at him, to not break eye contact… to make this even more real. And then when he grabbed his cock and squeezed himself from root to tip, pushing a bit of pre-cum out through the slit, I found myself moving automatically as I rose up and opened my mouth, dragging my tongue along the head.
I could feel his muscles tense, could see the definition of his six-pack flex from the sudden movement. I’d caught him off guard. Good. That had a wave of my own pleasure and possessiveness moving through me. I pushed his hand out of the way and curled my fingers around the base, my fingertips unable to touch because he was so massive.
There was no way I would be able to fit all of him in my mouth, but I dragged my tongue along the underside where a thick vein throbbed. I paid even closer attention to it when he started panting.
I moved my tongue around the crown, lapping up all the pre-cum that was a continuous flow from him. I might not have been able to take him all, but I knew I wanted to try. I wanted to gag on him.
“Evie,” he groaned. “I will no’ last if ye keep that up.” But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I started sucking on the tip like it was a lollipop, hollowing out my cheeks, wrapping my lips around the edge of his head, doing a light suction.
I had no idea how to give a blowjob. I’d never done it in my life. But the moans and the harsh breathing that came from Cian told me whatever I was doing was driving him mad with lust.
With a harsh growl, he pushed me away so I fell onto my back, my arms spread out once more, the smile on my face I knew looked seductive. I felt so wanton and illicit right now, knowing he had to stop me because he couldn’t control himself.
He was on me the next instant, tangling his hand in my hair, pulling my head to the side, then latching his mouth onto the side of my throat. It felt good, the rough scrape of his tongue along the side of my neck, right at the length of my jugular. The sharp scrape of his canines teasing, threatening to break the skin.
“Yes,” I moaned. He started rolling his hips forward, his cock pressing and retreating against my pussy, my folds framing the girthy length as he moved back and forth.
“I canna be gentle. No’ this first time.” I made a sound deep in my throat at how inhuman he sounded, his voice distorted, deeper than I’d ever heard it, as sharp as a hot blade moving over my skin.
He kept pushing against me and retreating, his cock so thick and big that I found myself arching up, needing him to fill me now. I couldn’t wait anymore.
I was delirious from my need for him. And as if he knew that, sensing it, he took his free hand, reached between us, and aligned the tip of his cock with the entrance of my pussy.
“Oh thank God. Yes!” I cried out.
I expected him to thrust in hard and fierce, but he turned my head to face him once more, demanding that I open my eyes. And only when our gazes were locked together did he start to push into my eager pussy. My mouth parted, the air sawing in and out of my lips.
The visage of him was one of a powerful predator, eyes glowing blue, his canines so long and sharp they touched his bottom lip. He bared his teeth, looking so dangerous and fearsome that I felt another answering rush of wetness that helped ease his way into me.
He stretched me so good, filled me so much that the pain was a burning sensation encompassing my entire lower half. But I didn’t want him to stop and instead planted my heels on the mattress, bracing myself as he tunneled in deeper, as he consumed me completely.
And only when he was seated fully in me did he let his head fall back, close his eyes, and allow a low roar to leave him. I didn’t even care if Odhran could hear us, didn’t care if anyone was witness to this intimate act right now.
I wanted Cian’s brand on me, his mark scarring my skin.
My hands were on his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh, no doubt leaving marks, tearing at skin, scratches and lines of blood showing my mark in the same way he’d give me his.
The slow thumping purr left him, and he looked at me again, his hand still tangled in my hair, the pressure and sting from his fingers and claws pressing against my scalp causing desire to lick at my body so much that I arched my hips, the new position having him go a little bit deeper.
He slammed his mouth down on mine, fucking me with his tongue, thrusting in and out as he stayed still between my legs. But I needed movement and friction. I needed him.
And as if he read my mind, or more specifically my body language, he started slowly pulling out and pushing back in. All I could do was dig my nails into his arms, loving how he grunted, telling me to hold on tighter, to make it hurt even more.
