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He cleans the cum from one thigh then moves to the other, all the while his fingers continue their assault inside of me, thrusting in and out, curling and rubbing the inside of my walls.

His tongue reaches my pussy, circling around my clit, then running down my slit and pushing inside, alongside his fingers. His tongue is swirling and curling one way, his fingers the other.

Between his tongue and fingers, every inch of my inner walls are being touched and caressed. The sweat pours down my body, my heart races, and I can’t breathe. I grip his hair, pulling his mouth closer but trying to push it away at the same time––the sensations are too much and I can’t focus on what I need.

My stomach muscles clench, my legs give way, and his other hand grips my ass so tight, I know I’ll have finger marks.

Tears roll down my face, and everything goes black as my orgasm takes hold. He continues his teasing as my body comes apart and drinks every drop of my release.

My body shakes and I collapse into him. He chuckles as he leans back onto his heels, letting me use him to steady myself. I’m completely spent, and I struggle to keep my eyes open.

“Hold on, mo ghrá, I’m not done yet.”

He stands, spinning me to face the couch, kicking my legs apart and pushing the top half of my body down. I use my hands to steady myself. “Ronan…”

“Are you good, sweetheart?” he asks as I hear him undo his jeans and they drop to the floor.

“Yes, I need you, please.”

“Don’t move.”

He grips my hips while lining himself up and thrusting into me in one swift movement.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out. His hand comes up and wraps around my hair, pulling my head back as he thrusts into me with a force that has me struggling to hold my stance.

His fingers are so deep in my hip that the pain brings tears to my eyes. I don’t stop him though, he needs this––fuck, I need this.

He continues to thrust into me, his grunts becoming more and more ragged, his grip getting tighter. I move my arm to hold my weight as I move the other to my clit. I rub and nip, until I can’t take it anymore. I scream as I lose all control of my movements, my body vibrates and my orgasm blasts through me. I feel his cock pulse inside of me as he comes at the same time I do.

My body goes limp, and I drop, but his arms come out, catching me before I fall. I don’t know anything after that as exhaustion takes hold and I pass out.

* * *

“Mmmmm,” I groan. My body aches in places it hasn’t for months.

I feel movement behind me, and I realise I’m in bed. Ronan’s hand grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Did I hurt you?” I look at him, his brow furrowed with concern, his eyes bloodshot, and he doesn’t look like has slept for days. “Fuck, Liv, did I hurt you?”

“What… oh no, sorry, I ache… good ache.” I reach over and kiss him, hoping for a little more, but his return kiss is gentle, reluctant.

I pull back. “I promise you didn’t hurt me.” I look into his eyes as he watches me, and satisfied with whatever he sees, he pulls me to his side, his hands rubbing my back.

“Are you okay? Talk to me. How come you’re back early?” I rest my hand on his chest. I feel his heart race under my palm, and now I’m worried.

“I’m okay, just missed you.” He leans down, kissing the top of my head. “Get some rest, sweetheart, you need it.”

“I don’t think I’m the only one who needs rest.”

“Yeah.” He pulls me to his side tighter.

“What happened, Ronan? Please talk to me.”

“I want to show you how to defend yourself. And I want to show you how to use a gun…”

I push off him, wrapping the sheet around me. I pull myself into a seating position. “A gun, Ronan? Why? What happened?”

He sighs and his body goes stiff. I watch as he battles within himself about whether he should tell me.

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