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Ciaran's mouth leaves my bruised lips and roams downwards, moving tantalizingly lower. He sucks and nips at my neck, my shoulders, and I can't help but let out a soft whimper of pleasure.
Helplessly arching my back, I thrust out my chest, silently urging him on. Rough hands strip away the t-shirt I’m wearing until he has clear access to my breasts.
I cry out in relief when his lips close round the tightly budded crest and he sucks it into his mouth, easing the ache but, at the same time, fanning the flame and encouraging it to burn brighter. All the while, his hips grind mercilessly into mine, the towel that was covering him long gone, and his impressive length a portent of what’s to come.
As his teeth graze and nip first one nipple then the other, driving me to the edge of delirium, I can feel his own control ebbing from him, his body shaking with the intensity of our frenzied embrace, and I relish it. I want to feel him come apart.
Or maybe I’m the one who’s shaking, about to come undone.
It doesn’t matter. In that moment, I realize we're no longer two separate beings, but one entity fueled by the blaze of our burning desires.
His hands roam all over my body, exploring every inch of me, his touch both gentle and rough. He slides downwards, his lips leaving a trail of fire across my abdomen wherever they land. I moan softly, my body quivering with anticipation as he pauses for a moment, and I wonder if he's come to his senses.
I sure as hell haven't, and right now Ciaran is everything I want. No matter how ill-advised.
Dear God, please don't stop now!
A storm rolls across his expression, and he shakes his head. For a second, I think it's all over, he's made his decision. But then his hand slides inside my underwear, his calloused fingers brushing against my most sensitive spot, causing me to buck in response. I cry out, my body tensing and bowing at the sensations that course through me.
Ciaran's eyes never leave mine. He watches me carefully, like he's drinking me in.
Continuing to explore me, his clever fingers make me writhe beneath him and cause my breath to hitch in my throat.
"I want you so bad, I can't take it anymore.”
I want him, too. More than I've ever wanted anyone. More than I thought I was capable of after my recent experiences at the hands of Vito Rossi.
Despite the vestiges of anger and tension between us, there's an undeniable chemistry that's impossible to ignore.
In a sudden flurry of movement, Ciaran strips my underwear down my legs and positions himself between my thighs. I can feel the smooth tip of his cock sliding against my slick opening, but still, he hesitates, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.
His face is scrunched into an expression that borders on pain, and as desperate as I am for him to fill me, I can’t help thinking this is where he changes his mind, because every instinct I have is telling me he’s in a throw-down battle with himself.
“Ciaran…” My voice is tinged with regret and maybe a little bit of sadness as I decide to put a stop to things myself. Perhaps he hears it too, because his eyes fly open, and he spears me with such a consuming look that it's like time stops. We're at the center of a vortex, lust, passion, and desire whirling around us in a chaotic mass. But inside this calm oasis, it's just the two of us, tethered by some invisible thread in a moment so powerful it takes my breath away, stealing whatever words I was about to say. And then, the moment stretches to breaking point; it's too much.
Too deep.
Too profound.
Too intense.
That’s when the filament snaps and Ciaran plunges inside me, our bodies colliding with the force of a hundred storms. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. He doesn't need any encouragement. His hips thrust wildly, his eyes locked on mine in a fierce possession that sets my stupid, needy heart ablaze.
The pain and pleasure melt together in a tangle of emotions, their ferocity overwhelming me. I can feel his heart pounding against mine, the frenzy of our bodies matching the tempest that rages within us. I'm not sure if I'm holding on for dear life or if I'm surrendering to the devastating cyclone that binds us together.
Chapter Twenty-Three
CIARAN
Goddamn… what this woman does to me!
When I pause, my cock lined up at the apex of Maricela’s smooth tanned thighs, I’m on the brink of madness.
I know I shouldn’t.
I know it’s wrong on so many levels, but common sense has abandoned me.
I’m about to take her, to claim her as mine. To show her just how much she drives me insane.
