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“Cill?” His head pops up, a wicked smile firmly in place. “What are you doing?”
“Getting as much of you as I can. I want this,” he says, shoving several fingers inside me to collect evidence of what has just taken place. “All over me. Cover me in it, bathe me in it, Cole.”
“You’re strange,” I say, and he laughs uproariously, as if it’s funnier than I meant. I watch his muscles move as he grabs a condom from the nightstand. There’s not an inch of fat on him, but a few of the scars he’s collected over his career are visible. They don’t hinder anything, instead adding a layer of artistry, or another chapter to the book of Cillian’s life. It’s what he meant about me and my own scars.
“I can’t guarantee I won’t be too rough,” he tells me. “Let me know if anything is uncomfortable.”
“Are you going to fuck me or wrestle me, Wylder?”
His grin widens as he sheaths himself in the condom. Easily, he lifts me further up the bed. Lifting my legs from under my knees, he presses them down toward my chest, opening me up for him as he scoots closer.
“I’m going to fuck you, Isla. Like I’ve dreamed of, and I’m not going to stop until neither of us can hold ourselves upright and I’ve spent every bit of myself all over you.”
Jesus. His dirty talk does some kind of thing to me. The desire to feel him, skin to skin, inside and out is so overwhelming. He enters me and we both sigh. His moves slow at first but with a steady pace that picks up tempo beat by beat. I know he’s holding back though, I’m not sure why after everything he’s just said to me.
Except that’s a lie. I know. I’ve always known him better than he knew himself. He’s missing the connection we had, the security we once found in one another. Despite everything, I know with a soul deep knowledge, this isn’t something he ever looked for with another woman. I’m not sure how I know, but I’m certain of it. This means more to him because I’m not some random hookup.
Since Cillian’s return, it’s as if all the broken pieces of me have been slowly fitting themselves back to their place of origin. This moment brings one more to its rightful place. Maybe not the last one, but one of them anyway. I’m not forgiving him for the things he did, but I’m no longer holding them against our future.
My hand finds his at my thigh, and I work my fingers in between his own, larger ones.
“Cillian?” His eyes flicker from my face to our entwined hands and back again. “I don’t want to give up on you again.”
My words aren’t loud as they spill from my lips, but they’re heavy with meaning and questions. If we truly start over, it starts here and now. Cillian stills, his free hand coming to cup the side of my head.
“I’ll never give you another reason to.” He speaks at the same volume, with the same depth of emotion.
“I’m scared, Cill. Not just for me this time.” My heart could break a hundred times over and it wouldn’t be as bad as if he broke Sadie’s just once.
“I’d take all that fear away if I could,” he says, his fingers curling in the hair above my ear. “This time will be different, I swear it.”
Whether I should believe him or not, I don’t know. But I do. The earnestness is there, written clearly over his facial features. Sucking in his bottom lip, he waits for my response, I brush my hand over his unshaven jaw, loving the tingle it sends through my fingertips. Resting them on his mouth, I match my breath to his.
“Then fuck me, Superstar. Fuck me like you have time to make up for. Fuck me until I’m ruined for anyone but you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says with a sly smile. My laughter dies as quickly as he pulls out and thrusts in with such force, I travel further up the bed. Both his hands entwine with mine, pulling them up above my head as his mouth falls to mine. “Pull your knees up, open up for me.”
The new position lifts my hips slightly, which only allows him to drive in deeper with every forward roll of his own hips. He could be a dancer with the way he makes his body move. Dragging my heels over his powerful thighs, the feel of his muscles moving with such purpose heightens my arousal. I deepen our kiss, I can’t get close enough, far enough inside. Arching my back, I press my breasts against his now sweaty chest as he continues his relentless pounding. He’s bigger than he was, stronger, more… more… more.
Cillian’s mouth leaves mine only to trail kisses over my jaw then down my neck. Gently, he nibbles at my vein and I feel it straight in my core.
“You like that, Isla? You want it rough; you want me to bite you. Eat you. Fucking devour you.” The words trail cool air over my heated skin, causing me to shiver with needy desire. “You’re quivering. I can feel it on my cock.”
He sits up on his knees and adjusts our position until my ass is cradled in between his thighs. Cillian grabs my hips and pulls me down his farther on to him with his next piston forward.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Keep your arms up, your tits bounce so pretty like that,” he tells me. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I bet it will be even better when they’re covered in my cum.”
I stretch as far as I can all while he fucks me mercilessly, the bed groaning beneath us as it bounces on the wall. Thank fuck he doesn’t share walls with neighbors, I’d never be able to look one in the face again.
“You keep talking about it, but I’m still waiting for it,” I purr.
“You first,” he says and his fingers find my clit. Like the first one, it takes little to set me off thoroughly and completely. Only a little swirl from his thumb as his dick slides in with determination.
“Fuck, Cillian,” I cry out.
“You explode for me so easily,” he says as I writhe through it. “Why are you pouting?”
