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“Who owns this pussy?”
He eases his digits past my entrance as he lowers his mouth to my arsecheek, grazing his teeth over my flesh before treating himself to tiny nibbles. “You.”
Satisfied by my response, he curls his fingers, drawing them in and out in slow, torturous thrusts. “That’s right, mo bhanríon. Mo chorp. Mo phusa. Mo chroí. Minach.”My body. My pussy. My heart. Mine.
“Oh…my…God.” I tighten around his fingers, feeling the familiar ache as it builds with every single curl of his fingers. “Rohan, I need…”
He tears his hand away and stands to his full height. His hand circles my neck, drawing my head back until I’m peering at him over the top of my head. “As much as I want to feast onmyglistening cunt, I want inside you more.”
Twisting in his arms, I turn toward him, needing to see his face. With two steps, he forces me back. My spine greets the window, and I bite down on my lower lip at the contact.
Raising his hand, Rohan swipes his thumb across my lip, freeing it from my bite. His eyes follow the movement, staring at my mouth like it will be his last meal.
I’ve dreamt of his first kiss, wondering which side of his personality would shine through. Would he be soft and gentle or would he steal a part of me with his dangerous greed?
Needing to touch him, I roam my hands over his black shirt. Finally, I tease the buttons with my fingertips, never taking my eyes off his. He reaches up, covering my wanting hand with his, hesitant about letting me take control by undressing his tattooed skin. Finally, he drops his hand. “Is leatsa mise an oiread agus is leatsa.”I am yours as much as you are mine.
His intimate stare gives permission, and I don’t waste any time, popping each button until my hands are gliding between the material, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, until it falls to the floor. Next, my hands reach for his belt, undoing the buckle and pulling it from the loops.
His shoulders rise and fall, his heavy breaths steadying his need to devour me whole. He releases his control, giving it to me freely. Once I have his suit pants undone, I sweep my hands beneath his boxers, pushing it all down in one slow motion. Lowering myself, I leave a trail of kisses along his deep, rigid torso until I am at eye level with his hard, thick cock.
My mouth waters as I kneel before him, peering up at him over my lashes. Finally, I clasp his cock in my fist, gliding my palm from tip to base and back again, until his need is seeping from his engorged head. My tongue darts out, sweeping across my lip before I take his tip past my lips. His taste explodes on my tongue as I lower myself further until he hits the back of my throat.
His approving hiss infiltrates my ears as he brings his hand to the back of my head, cradling me in as I hollow my cheeks, sucking, licking, devouring every single inch.
“Fuck.” His curse stains the air. “Jesus.” His fingers tangle in my hair as he applies just enough pressure to spur me on. My strokes become firmer when his hips thrust forward, fucking my mouth with his cock. “I’ve dreamt of choking you with my dick, love. But, fuck me, it didn’t feel like this.”
Cupping his balls, I apply a bit of pressure, and then he’s bucking into my mouth, chasing the temptation until, finally, he falls over the edge. “Ah fuck.”
His fingers still tangled in my hair, he carefully eases me to my feet before lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and he forces my back against the cold glass.
My arm circles his neck, and my fingernails dig into his skin as he traces my collarbone with his tongue. His mouth mashes against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs.
Not prepared for his savage intrusion, my nails bite into his skin as I hang on for dear life. With every swipe of his tongue, I fall a little further into all things Rohan.
Before long, his greedy strokes fade into a kiss so raw and intense that I forget my own name. Our eyes connect, and the longing in his eyes stirs something in my chest, something I am not ready to acknowledge.
“Fuck me, Rohan,” I whisper against his lips.
Reaching between us, he lines up his cock with my pussy. His eyes find mine again, and the intensity behind them cuts through my chest, leaving my heart exposed, ready and waiting for him to steal it.
He holds my gaze as he spears his hip forward, bending my back with his forceful thrust. A needy cry escapes me as his fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady.
Our hips move together, perfectly in sync, matching the steady thumping of my heart.
I’m lost to his touch as his hands skate over my skin, fuelling the fire building in the pit of my stomach. His mouth is everywhere, my breasts, my collarbone, my neck. His hand grabs my breast, squeezing down as he thumbs my nipple. Shockwaves of lust rush through me, spiralling my need for release.
My nails run along his back and shoulders, pulling him closer. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. He feels it too, the incessant need to mark every part of each other.
His thrusts become frantic, harder and deeper until I'm a panting mess in his arms. “Oh, yes. Yes.”
“Look at me,” he demands, his fingers grasping my chin and drawing my gaze back to him.
He doesn’t let up, pinning me to the window with his deep, steady thrust, all the while holding every ounce of my attention. Something passes between us at that moment and every cell in my body pulses beneath his touch. I’m a slave to my desire, and Rohan King is the only one who can set me free.
“Fall for me, mo bhanríon, because you already have me on my knees.”
At those words, my body vibrates, and my pussy clamps down around him as the familiar build-up takes control of my limbs. My thighs start to shake, and I know I’m seconds away from coming all over his dick.
“That’s it, mo bhanríon. Take all of me.”
My body explodes with the vulnerability lacing his words, and before I know it, he’s chasing me over the edge.
“Mo ríocht.”My kingdom.
