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He slid his hand around my nape and swept up the heavy fall of my hair to grab the strands. Cian jerked my head back and to the side, exposing the long line of my throat before he latched his mouth onto the mating mark he’d given me.
Every time I slammed down on him, he lifted his hips up, driving himself even harder into me, the pain and pleasure mixing as one. His hand tightened around the strands of my hair, his mouth and tongue, teeth nipping at my neck. I was so close, my orgasm right there at the surface.
My clit rubbed along the length of him as he tunneled back into my pussy, the slippery, almost sloppy sounds of us fucking filling the hotel room and driving my lust higher. My breasts bounced, my nipples hard as they scraped along his sweat-slickened chest. We both panted and groaned, moaned and made the most erotic noises as we fucked.
And that's what this felt like. Fucking.
It wasn’t just being with my mate. It wasn’t just making love. It was hard and fast fucking as we came together after almost losing each other. It was rough and raw, fierce and primal. It was the pleasure and pain of being alive and knowing that at any moment that could change, that the world could open up, and we’d never be the same.
My life wasn’t the same because of Cian. And it was the greatest feeling in the world.
“Come for me,” he growled and used his hand in my hair to jerk my head toward him, his lips crashing against mine, his tongue sliding deep between my lips. I sucked on his tongue, moaning at his flavor, at how wet the kiss was, how fast and hard he thrust up into me with his cock.
I slammed my pussy down hard, grinding myself against him, letting my clit rub along the root of his shaft while he was deep in my body. I keened at how painful and pleasure-filled it was.
“Come for me,” he said, harsher, more demanding and dominant.
And I did. I came hard and long, letting my head fall back as my pussy spasmed and milked his cock.
My eyes were closed, my hearing going in and out as the ecstasy stole reality from me. I was aware of his gruff shout, felt his erection thicken in me as he came, the hot, thick jets of his cum bathing my insides and washing into my womb.
The sensation and knowledge that he marked me as his like I was his property shouldn’t have turned me on. But it did and caused another orgasm to explode within me. All I could do was hold on as I rode it out.
Cian’s orgasm seemed to go on forever, so strong and powerful that even though he was buried in my body, I felt his seed slip out of my pussy, the copious amounts of that hot, thick cum sliding out from where our bodies were connected to cover my inner thighs. He grunted and growled, keeping my body clutched tightly to his. I’d been vaguely aware that I was scratching his back, holding on as my nails dug into his skin, as my pleasure took me higher than I ever imagined.
And when he gave one final shudder, his big body shaking as he let off a long exhale, his tongue swiping over the mating mark once more in a slow, languid motion, only then did I finally suck in a great lungful of air. I relaxed fully against him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, his wound around mine.
I felt so small against him as I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping us as close as possible, because it was unbearable to think of him moving away, of us being separated.
I didn’t know how long we sat there, his cock still semihard in me, our frantic breathing tapering off to something even and identical, but when we finally did separate, he gave a disgruntled sound, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I let my body fall back on the bed, and a euphoric feeling washed through me. I was sore but in the best possible way. He moved close to me and slipped his hand between my thighs as he held my gaze with his. His expression was so serious as he gathered his cum and smoothed his fingers around my pussy hole, along my lips, over my inner thighs, even up along my belly, his index finger swirling a circle around my navel.
“I like knowing my cum is covering yer skin, that ye smell like me.” His voice dropped lower as he gruffly said, “Because ye are mine, Evie. Ye’re mine, and I’ll take down anyone who thinks differently.”
My breath hitched at the truth in his words.
“I want my marks all over ye, baby. All over this pretty skin until there’s no doubt in yer mind?—”
“There’s no doubt,” I said before he was finished. “I am yours.” I spread my thighs wider and gave him better access, wanting the physical proof of what we shared drying on my flesh. He hummed in approval and then leaned down and kissed me, his lips firm but pillow-soft as he kept stroking me between my thighs and slipped his tongue into my mouth.
He gathered me into his arms once more and buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. This was my truth and reality now. This was what I’d always been after for my happily ever after.
“Mine,” he grumbled out.
I shivered and whispered, “Yours.”
29
Evelyn
A few days later
Istared out the hotel window at the sprawling cityscape before me. We weren’t deep in the city, only an hour or so out from the rural area we’d previously been. I equally loved and hated it.
Although it reminded me of the atmosphere I’d always been surrounded by, it also brought up memories of how isolated I’d always felt, even though I always had someone—albeit strangers—an arm’s length away.
“That’s insane,” Darragh breathed out.
