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“There’s no need,” Christy says, shaking her head. “Thirteen gave me something to prevent pregnancy just like the others. We don’t need it.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone for years,” I say. “Before that our father always insisted on making sure we were clean. It’s a habit we haven’t broken.”
“I trust you.”
Regardless, this time I need to know she’s all in. I don’t want to steal anything from her ever again. Cupping her cheeks, I press a soft kiss against her mouth. “Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“I will never,ever, take from you again. If I slip up, then make mesee.”
“I will,” she whispers, before crushing her lips against mine and kissing me until my knees fucking weaken.
Grasping her hips I lift her up, continuing to kiss her as she wraps her legs around my waist. My cock jerks as it brushes between her soft folds, finding heat and a slippery wetness that makes my dick harder. A soft whimper parts her lips at that barest of touch where our bodies meet in the most private of places. I drop to my knees needing to sink myself inside her, needing tofeel.
Right now there’s no pain, there’s no fear, there’s no hesitation.
There’s just us.
My entire focus is on Christy, on her deepening birthmark, on the way her ghost eyes watch me intently, on her kiss-bruised lips parting on a breath, at the compassion she imparts so selflessly.
“Lie back,” she says, urging me backwards with a gentle touch.
Adjusting my position beneath her, I lie down and every now and then she drops her lips to my battered flesh, pressing more open kisses against my skin, lavishing my cuts and bruises with her tongue and sending jolts of pleasure to my cock. When her knees finally rest on either side of my hips, she leans over me, her arse rising up in the air and no doubt giving Konrad a clear view of her pussy. I almost,almostwish I was seeing what he was seeing, but then she gently grasps the base of my cock and slowly sinks onto me, and all rational thought is replaced with stars and fucking comets as a moan escapes my lips.
She moves slowly, rocking and sighing. Her skin flushes with pleasure, her nipples harden to points and her pussy slicks for me. Everything I am is hyperfocused on the way her internal muscles tighten around my dick. The way she feels so right, so perfectly made for me.
Look at us, a Dálaigh and a Brov.
Enemies who’ve become lovers.
Pleasure zips up and down my spine. I don’t have to fight to keep an erection, it happens naturally. There’s no wishing this moment would be over soon, only a longing for it to last a fucking lifetime. I could die a happy man buried deep inside of her.
“Open your eyes, look at me,” she whispers.
I can’t deny her anything. I open my eyes and look.
With her flame-doused skin highlighted in reds and golds, she’s a nymph, a fairytale creature. She looks like she belongs in Renard’s story, the one he told Thirteen all those years ago. She’s a dream, a vision, alegendthat has come to life. She’s everything I’ve always wanted.
She’s perfectly imperfect.
Her birthmark is a deep red that curves over her cheek and around her mouth in a permanent mask that should always be looked upon and never hidden. Her freckled chest and thighs are a constellation of stars that I could stare at forever. The warmth of her pussy is a dream brought to life, and when she lifts herself slowly, I can’t help but lower my gaze to the part of our bodies that are joined together so intimately. I watch in fascination, in rapt attention, as her pussy hugs my cock, sliding up and down, up and down. Every single part of me is tingling, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Her ability to both soothe me and excite me is beyond anything I could ever have hoped for.
With her hands pressed against her thighs she picks up her pace, her pussy lips parting over my cock that’s glistening with her juices. My gaze rises over her slightly rounded stomach, up the edges of her ribcage and over her pert breasts until I meet her gaze. She fucks me with tenderness, never once looking away, and I feel something powerful click into place.
Belonging.
I belong to her.
She owns me, every last damaged, fucked-up and broken part.
“You brought me back to life, Christy,” I say, reaching for her hips and holding her steady as she rocks against me. “And my heart will be yours from this moment onwards. Do what you want to it, I’ll hand it over willingly.”
Christy presses her palm against the centre of my chest and nods. “Then I want you to listen. All of you,” she says, even though her gaze remains fixed on mine. “One day I’ll lay claim to your hearts and on that day, you have to trust me to take care of them. I won’t break them, Ipromise.”
“I do trust you,” I reply.
“Promise me,” she insists, her expression serious, her eyes worried.
