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“Flynn, more, give me more,” she pleaded, looking him straight in the eye as her breathing grew erratic with the pace of his increasing strokes.
“Ye want more of me, darling?” he asked.
Before she knew it, he bent down, placing his head right between her legs.
“Flynn!” she cried but was immediately silenced when his tongue swooped down and slid inside her core, giving her additional pleasure.
Astrid continued moaning as loud as she ever had, unable to explain the sudden surge of pleasure that was building up in her core, waiting to bring her to climax.
“Yes, Flynn, please, keep going,” she whispered, thrusting her hips forward for his fingers and tongue to gain deeper access.
As he continued pleasuring her, she knew she was extremely close to climax, and her hands wound their way into his hair as if willing his face to stay right there.
Before she knew it, her orgasm was coursing through her body in an unimaginably delightful way, and her legs continued to shake as wave after wave of pleasure ran through her. She was dangling at the very end of the line, and as her climax faded, she felt as if Flynn had taken her beyond to the other world and then brought her back.
She opened her eyes and found him staring at her, a visible grin on his face. She could see the faint glimmers of her wetness on his lips and nose, and she turned crimson at the realization of what they had just done and where his mouth had been. He bent down and kissed her once again, and she blushed, as she could taste herself on his lips.
“How do ye feel, princess?” he asked, pulling her dress back down as he picked her up and placed her on his lap.
“Like I just went to heaven and returned,” she replied with a smile.
Flynn laughed at her reply, love radiating from his gaze, and she wondered what he could be thinking. He tucked her hair behind her ear and then lay down on the sofa, hugging her to his side. She had never been in a more comfortable position before, and the scent of cinnamon and spice that always swirled around Flynn was continually intoxicating her.
“We should sleep now,” he whispered.
“Flynn,” she called out his name in reply.
“Yes, darling?”
“Thank ye.”
She did not know what she was thanking him for. She knew it was not for the pleasure he had given her, but instead, she felt as if she was thanking him for who he was and how he acted with her. For the first time in a long time, a man had made her feel special and loved in a way no one else ever could.
“There is nothing to thank me for. Now sleep,” he murmured.
Astrid looked up to stare at him, but his eyes were already closed. A few minutes later, his breathing grew heavier and calmer, and she knew he had fallen asleep.
She smiled as she noticed how handsome he looked even when asleep, and she tucked herself deeper into his side, laying her head on his chest.
She could not have asked for a better night.
CHAPTER17
Flynn lookedout the window in his study, which opened directly into the gardens below, trying to find Astrid. It had been a few days since they had been locked together in the library, and to his surprise, they had only gotten closer ever since. It felt as if they were truly betrothed, and the relationship was not fake.
He had become used to looking for Astrid every morning in the gardens, since she went for a walk at this time only. He did not know what it was about her that drew him to her, but he could never let her go from his mind. She was there every second of every day.
“Are ye listening to me?” Billy’s voice from behind him forced him to turn around and look at the large man.
“I am,” Flynn lied with a straight face.
His attention had entirely been focused on looking for Astrid. She was becoming increasingly distracting for him, and he was enjoying all the attention he had been getting from her for the past few days. The two of them were almost inseparable, and Flynn knew everyone in the castle had noticed these changes.
“What was I saying?” Billy questioned suspiciously while Flynn pinned him with a look.
Flynn glanced at the letter in Billy’s hands. “Ye were telling me about that letter.”
“I was.” Billy nodded. “It is from Murray.”
