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And when he sat up and turned around to look her in the eye, the connection between them she once enjoyed came back, shaky at first, but still there.
As if determined to wipe away that recent ugly past, he leaned in and kissed her hard against the mouth, then immediately pulled back.
“If I come on to you too strongly, it’s because I want you back with me so badly. If those bastards hurt you, I would tear them apart if I could get to them. I never should have let you go.”
“Let me go? You had no idea. This is not your fault!”
“That cannot stop me from feeling that way.”
He kissed her on the mouth again, then swiftly had the buttons on her blouse opened, his lips and tongue making their way to her breasts, devouring her in a way that shocked her system back to life. Each nipple turned hard and throbbing inside his mouth and her soft flesh proved as malleable as ever.
“What’s this?” he sat back and stared at the small tattoo, the JPX7.
She looked in his eyes, almost afraid to speak. “They had no plans to let me go, Padraig. I was to be sold.”
His eyes steamed with anger. She thought he wanted to rip the tattoo from her body.
“I’m going to have it removed soon as we get back.” Her eyes were tearing, as she wondered if this explanation would satisfy him. Did he wonder the unthinkable: how many hands, how many men, how many cocks had made use of her?
But then, Padraig suddenly seemed to calm and his face broke out in a smile. He was remembering to be gentle and non-threatening, and she could almost see his brain working toward that end. “It matters nothing to me. I swear to you, it does not.”
He continued his kissing, covering each breast with his lips and then moving down her torso, stripping away her skirt and arriving at the fragrant love nest between her thighs. He suckled her there, bringing back feelings of old, a raw, steamy almost angry arousal rising to the surface in them both. When they changed positions so he could have her crotch more easily, Shelby lay back savoring his loving attention as he devoured her body with a force quite unlike his past sexual performance. She grabbed his head and held on, loving him for his constant ways, his steady determination, the way he skimmed over the truth of her incarceration, ignoring what would have been impossible for most men.
If he could forget all that now, so would she.
“I need you inside me, Padraig,” she murmured, clutching him more fiercely than ever.
“As if I wouldn’t.” He came up for air with a wry smile.
“You are so very good. So very good to me.”
“That I am. Now do you mind if I fuck you?”
“No, sir.”
“And should I be easy, girl?”
“No, no,” she shook her head, “don’t be easy on me, Padraig. Don’t.”
“Good then.”
He rose up off the couch and picked her up in his arms, kissing her all the way to the bedroom where he deposited her atop the damask sheets. She watched from the bed as he stripped off his clothes to reveal the gleaming muscles of his torso. His slim hips cradled the base of his jutting spear – the object of her desire.
She wanted to taste his essence on her tongue, to lavishly serve him as she did so many men. But he dove for her pussy first. Landing between her outstretched legs, he shoved himself inside her, then fell against the softness of her breasts. As he covered her mouth with another rash of kisses, his hips began to move.
What was meant to be tender and loving became raw and steamy and wild. Shelby’s rage was too close to the surface to rein in, and Padraig responded with a startling savagery, a fierceness she rarely saw in him when making love. Forces collided. They grabbed for each other, consumed by pent-up need. Then they rolled from side to side on the hotel bed, clutching, grasping, humping with an animal fervor, tearing away all pretense that her healing would require a gentle hand and careful touch. Neither came until he had her on her hands and knees with his hips behind hers and his cock poised at her ass. He abruptly thrust into her backdoor. A dark eroticism billowed from the verboten place of pleasure and she screamed: “Fuck me, Padraig, do it!” should he have been inclined to hesitate.
But there was no real hesitation in Padraig Finnian; any pause was just his sizing up his desires for her. For a moment, he relished the sweetness of her flesh, her malleable ass with its two soft orbs still bearing visible marks from her sufferings in the whorehouse.
“You doan need ta worry, lass, you’ll get what you want,” he said.
He plunged inside the tight space after slickening the entry with her juices.
They groaned while rocking against each other with the same steadily driving rhythms. They fucked until there was nothing to do but explode on each other, each offering up a string of profanity into the elegant air of the Viennese hotel. A sleazy dive would have been more appropriate for this kind of sex, and yet the irony of their surroundings might be something to laugh about some time later.
Chapter Ten
Because the elevator in the office building was broken, Shelby raced up three flights of stairs. She swept past the bewildered young secretary – not even bothering with a wry smirk of recognition seeing such a frail thing at that desk. Even when she barged into the office without knocking, she ignored the poor girl behind her shouting ineffectively, “You can’t go in there, miss!”
