Page 73 of A Beautifully Crafted Lie

“I must be the greediest bastard to walk this earth.” His words spur me on as my fingers glide over him. “I wanted to take my time with you, but right now, all I want to do is fill you with my cum until it drips down your pretty bare legs.” He groans, clenching his jaw. Holy shit!

Sliding a finger inside me, I gasp at his touch, the urgency of it. Curling his finger, he withdraws, only to insert another. My head spins. That ledge comes back into focus when he inserts a third, stretching me, preparing me. My leg curls behind him, and I gasp, bringing us closer, needing more. Every thrust pushes me closer again to that imaginary ledge. Every thrust causes wave upon wave of pleasure to flood my senses, driving me mad.

I swallow, looking into his eyes. Bringing him to my entrance, I feel him withdraw his fingers from inside me. They’re wet with my arousal when he flexes them against my ass.

“Are you sure?” His control is on the precipice of shattering, but he’s thinking of me. I don’t know what to make of it, and I don’t try.

I swallow, searching those piercing grey eyes. No turning back. “Yes.”

Positioning himself above me, he fists himself in his hand, then moves to my entrance. The first tight inch steals my breath, and I arch off the bed, unable to fill my lungs.

“Bryn,” he groans in response.

“I need you inside me. All of you,” I answer breathlessly. I don’t want him to be gentle; it would feel too real. I need him to be rough. I need it to hurt just enough to spare me the guilt that will follow.

He tenses, fuelling my growing anxiety. “Have you ever—”

He doesn’t need to complete his sentence for me to know his question. I nod in answer. Yes, I’ve had sex before. No, I’m not a virgin. It may make me undesirable, but who cares when he’s this close? When he isn’t stopping?

His arms band around my waist, holding me against him as he moves. Wrapping mine around his neck, I enjoy how my nipples press against his bare chest. His heart beats heavily against my own, racing to match mine. He moves until he’s on his knees with me straddling his lap. My eyes search his as realisation hits me. He’s permitting me to set the pace, enabling me to set my limits. My heart swells, and I instantly hate it for its betrayal. I said I want him on his knees, and he’s fulfilling my wish in every possible way.

Slowly, I lower myself onto him, gasping with every inch I gain. Odhran kisses me with such passion I’m completely consumed by him. My whole world narrows to this moment and the feel of him everywhere. “Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips. “Mine.”

Digging my nails into his shoulders, I push myself onto him until there’s nothing left for me to take. He swallows my cry with his mouth, running his fingers up and down my spine until my breathing settles. Until his fingers stop on my hips, guiding me up and down his length.

My breaths shudder with each exhale. Every movement is better than the one before. My legs tremble beneath me, but he steadies my body. That ledge comes closer as I look into his eyes. What started in anger and a need for escape has developed into something different, something I dare not label before it evaporates into thin air.

“Fuck, Bryn, you feel so good.” He kisses a path down my neck while I ride him. “So beautiful,” he whispers against my collarbone. “Perfect.” My muscles tremble around him, my arms tightening around his shoulders, needing him close. My heart… it’s about to burst. I’ve never felt this complete and want to stay like this with him forever. My fingers thrust into his hair, tugging recklessly at the roots as a second orgasm builds deep inside me, more powerful than the first, threatening to ruin me.

“Breathe, Mo Stóirín. Breathe.”

“Don’t stop,” I command, completely willing to use his chosen name if he so much as dares to disobey.

“Not planning to,” he rasps, using the tip of his nose to brush the hair from my face.

He sets me down on his bed, and I wrap my legs around his hips. They tremble around him in betrayal, but he takes my legs and drapes them over his shoulders instead. He’s so deep that I feel him everywhere all at once. My hands ball into fists, clenching and unclenching against the bedding. I reach for him, digging my nails into his biceps, then his neck, pulling him closer. Whatever remains of his control evaporates as he thrusts harder, deeper, bearing his full weight onto me.

“Oh, gods!” I scream.

“No gods here, beautiful.” He grins down at me, brow beaded with glistening droplets of fresh sweat.

“You’re wrong,” I tell him, sinking my teeth into my lip.

He kisses me, and I kiss him back as his hand rises to cup my breast. The room, quiet before, is now filled with our collective moans and cries of pleasure. Each kiss becomes ravenous, matching our pace until I’m pushed over the ledge and fall. My heart skips a beat. My lungs compress. Every muscle in my body becomes taut around him.

“Odhran!” I arch my back off the mattress. “Cian!” I call out his chosen name that only I know.

Something shifts in him, a protectiveness setting in. “I’ve got you, Bryn, beautiful.” His ragged groan is like a lover’s caress as he catches me, breaking my proverbial fall with his lips against mine. He craves my moans as I crave him, both of us unable to break contact. Kissing him becomes the air I breathe. If I stop, I fear I may wilt like a flower without water. My muscles relax around him as my orgasm begins to ebb. His pace slows, easing me from my high as I go lax under him.

Icy shadows cup my cheek, caressing from my neck to my navel. I lean into the sensation with a satisfied hum. When I open my eyes, he’s looking down at me, wearing an expression I’ve never seen on him before, smiling softly while those grey eyes bore into my soul. I reach for him as he picks up his pace, thrusting into me. “Bryn. My Bryn,” he practically roars, and his cock twitches inside of me, followed by hot bursts of cum. His muscles tense, setting every line on display, every chiselled muscle.

I wrap my fingers around the nape of his neck to bring his lips to mine. I can see myself becoming addicted to his taste, to his skin against mine, to the sensation of him losing himself inside of me. I can see myself with him. It’s fucking scary, but I push that thought into the farthest depths of my mind, storing it away in a box to revisit later.

Odhran collapses next to me. In this perfect moment, I feel more naked than I’ve felt in my whole existence. More seen than ever before. He spreads his arm and pulls me to his side before I can do anything but curl into him.

“So, I’m forgiven then?” He frowns down at me, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

“That’s still up for debate,” I lie, smiling against his chest and feeling every bit a hypocrite.