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“I know,” she whispered. She stayed silent for a moment after that, a little too long for my beating, frantic heart. But I probably scared the fook out of her. “I don’t want you to let me go.” She stared into my eyes with such… longing. “I’ve never felt this way, that being held by you, having my heart pressed to yours, feels like the most perfect, natural thing in the world.” She leaned down slightly and kissed me. “Never let me go, Cillian.”
God, this woman… she was everything.
I said nothing, because I was too afraid I’d bullock this all up and put my foot in my mouth. So I kept my trap shut, kissed her softly, and promised her—without saying the words—that she was good and claimed. By me.
I pulled back and cupped her cheek in my hand, her face so small in comparison tae my palm, her skin like porcelain against my bronzed flesh. And the longer I stared at her, the more I wanted her.
Over and over again until neither of us could think straight, let alone breathe.
“You feel how much I want you, lass?” I lifted my hips, my cock still inside her, growing harder, thicker. I was surprised I could even get it up again after how many times we’d been together. But the evidence was growing thick and long, my balls already full with more cum.
I could see her pulse beating rapidly as she licked her lips and then nodded. Aoife pressed her breasts against my chest, my teeth gnashing together at how good she felt. I couldn't stop myself as I pulled her in for a kiss, no’ pulling away until she was breathless and clutching tae me.
“More,” she moaned, and I grinned.
Ah, my lass was a lusty one.
“Ye were meant tae be mine the moment ye stepped into Getting Lucky.” I stared deeply into her eyes. “Tell me ye believe that. Tell me I’m not fooking crazy for knowing we were meant tae be together for the rest of our lives.”
I held my breath as I waited for her response, but when she cupped my cheek and smiled, I exhaled slowly. She looked at me with longing and happiness and… agreement.
“Oh yeah, Cillian,” she whispered. “I felt like that and…” She went silent, her face telling me she was thinking about how tae word what she was about tae say next. “I knew as soon as I looked into your eyes that you’d ruin me for all other men.”
I groaned and crushed her tae me, kissing her soundlessly. And when I rolled her ontae her back, she spread her legs for me right away, lifted her hips, and begged me with moans tae fill her up. And fook me did I fill her up. Neither one of us would be able tae walk straight after this was all said and done, and hell was I looking forward tae that.
Mine. She’s all mine.
Epilogue One
Aoife
One year later
Cillian reached over and took my hand in his, giving it a squeeze before looking at me and grinning. I could see the pride on his face as he showed me the Scottish Highlands. He might have moved away to Ireland and started a new life, but it was very clear he was proud, and it was evident why he would be.
“This is all so beautiful,” I whispered in awe as I looked out the windshield of the SUV we rented for our honeymoon. We’d gotten married just last week but waited to fly out to Scotland, enjoying this little cottage for the entire week. I felt my face heat at the memory of exactly how we enjoyed that little countryside cottage.
In bed. For the last seven days. And only getting out to eat, shower—together—then right back to bed we went.
I shifted on the seat and felt that delicious desire lick across my entire body. I was so aroused, but then again, it seemed where Cillian was concerned, he was this drug to me, and I was already good and addicted.
“It’s even more beautiful because yer here with me, lass.”
I glanced at him and felt my face heat all over again but for something far different than desire. Love.
Cillian ended up pulling to a stop, the cliff overlooking the ocean seeming like a drop-off into heaven. He gave my hand another squeeze before he climbed out of the SUV. I followed him out, and we met at the grille. He took my hand and led us over the lush greenery and to the cliff, the sound of the waves crashing to the rocky side almost lulled me, and the scent of ocean salt water in the air filled my head pleasurably.
I looked over at Cillian, and although he just stood there, staring off into the distance, he seemed like he was in his element. He was so handsome, big and strong, my Scottish protector with one hell of a sexy brogue. Even now, thinking about how we’d only met about a year ago seemed almost surreal. Because here we were now, married and on our honeymoon.
