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I don’t want to let him go. I don’t ever want to let him go. I breathe in the scent of him, warm musk and piney cologne and whiskey, and before I realize what’s happening Niall steps away from the countertop, still inside of me with my legs wrapped around him as he holds me to him, carrying me towards the bedroom.
I don’t realize that he’s taking me there until we’re partway through the living room. My heart skips in my chest with the hope that he’s not just taking me to bed to leave me there.
Niall kicks the door shut behind him as he carries me in, laying me back onto the stacks of pillows. I grab for his shirt again as he releases me, and I feel him tilt, a low groan coming from him as he topples onto the bed with me.
He stiffens, and for a second I think that he’s going to pull away, get up, leave. All I can feel is a sudden desperation to keep him here with me, a feeling that if I let him leave tonight, he won’t come back again.
I want another night, sleeping in your arms.I don’t know if I say it aloud or only in my head, but I do the only thing I can think of to keep him here with me.
I roll towards him, cupping his face in my hands, and I kiss him.
15
NIALL
I’m so drunk the room feels hazy, tilting slightly, all the whiskey hitting me at last. I can feel sleep tugging at me, too much drinking and a good orgasm pulling me into the darkness. I’d intended to take Isabella to bed and then call an Uber home, but she’d pulled me into bed with her, and now I’m not sure I can get up again.
Her hands are in my shirt, her mouth on mine as she rolls me onto my back, leaning over me. There’s no chance of me leaving now, not with her lips soft and eager on mine, her slender body arched against me, and even as drunk as I am, I can feel my desire rising again.
“I want you—” She whispers the words, half-lost in the kiss. “I want you to stay.”
Her hands are tugging up my shirt, sliding over my skin, and as drunk as I am it half feels like a dream, the way it did the first night I stayed here with her. In the daylight I can convince myself that we’re all wrong for each other, that this can never be anything more than what we were, and now not even that. But in the tangling hot darkness, with Isabella’s hands and mouth on me, taking off my shirt, tugging down my jeans as her lips drift down my ridged abdomen, I can’t see anything but her.Us.
“Isabella—” I breathe out her name, hips arching into her hand and then her mouth as her lips slide around my cockhead, pleasure rattling me to the depths of my bones as she starts to suck. Her hands slide down my hips, one wrapping around my shaft as she takes me deeper, and I clutch her hair with one hand, my back arching as I throw my head back and give in to the need all over again.
I think I tell her that I need her, and she moans, tongue swirling as she takes me into her mouth, her throat, again and again. I think I’m on the verge of coming sooner than I want more than once, too drunk to manage my orgasm, but she backs off just in time every time, giving me a moment as my cock twitches in her hand and her dark eyes stare up at me, filled with desire and need, both of us faintly illuminated in the lights from the city and the moon.
I will never be able to let you go.The hazy thought drifts through my mind as she takes me in her mouth again, sucking, stroking, pleasuring me. From the desert to here, I’ve wanted her every moment of every day since I stepped into theSangre de Angel, and I know it won’t change. All I can do is try to run from it, but right now, in her bed, that’s the last thing I want to do.
I groan as her mouth leaves me, my cock throbbing with the need for release, but Isabella moves up my body, her red silk robe gone. She rises over me like a vision, a goddess, her black hair tumbling over her shoulders and around her face as she straddles me. I realize what she’s doing a moment before her hand encircles my cock again, guiding it between her thighs.
She feels so fucking good, hot and tight, and I grab onto her hips as she slides down the length of me. I don’t want this to stop, and I hold onto her as if she’s a dream that might disappear as she starts to ride me, her face hazy in my intoxicated vision.
“Isabella—” I can hear myself slurring her name, drink and desire tangling the letters on my tongue as her hands press against my chest, her hips rolling against me.
“Niall.” My name is a whispered gasp on her lips, and I feel her clenching around me, that tight heat dragging up the length of my cock. She nearly slips off of me, and I grab her hips, yanking her back down onto me and making her cry out, a sound that very nearly pushes me to the edge.
The room is full of the sounds of us, soft gasps and cries and low groans, heavy breathing and moaning, and the scent of our mingled skin and sweat filling the air. I feel consumed by her, enveloped in her, and all I can think of is that tonight has changed everything.
We’re bound together by things that I can’t and don’t want to escape, and though I’ve tried to escape my desire for her, it’s clear that it’s futile.
Maybe it always has been.
Isabella bends down, her fingers digging into my chest as she kisses me hard and deep. I feel myself on the precipice of coming, and I pull her down hard onto me, groaning into the kiss. “Come with me,” I murmur against her lips, suddenly desperate to feel it as I come inside of her. “Please, Isabella—”
“Oh god—” She moans, grinding against me, her back arching as I slide my hands up it, holding her close to me. Her breasts press into my chest, her hair falling around my face, and I taste her, smell her, feel her in every inch of me, every sense. My cock swells, throbbing with pleasure, and as Isabella cries out and throws her head back, spasming around me with her own climax, I come hard, bursting inside of her with overwhelming waves of pleasure.
I cling to her as I fill her, watching her body tremble, every inch of her on display for me as she comes with me, and the sight is the most gorgeous fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I never want it to end, but as the feeling starts to recede, Isabella collapses onto my chest, breathing hard.
My arms go around her, holding her to me as I roll dizzily onto my side. I don’t let go of her, feeling sleep already trying to claim me, dragging me down with my cock still inside of her. I want to fall asleep like this, as close as we can possibly be, and I don’t let go of her as we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
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I wake up in the morning with the world’s worst hangover and several missed text messages on my phone. Isabella is still curled against me, bare and beautiful, her hair tumbling over my chest, her naked skin pressed to mine. I don’t want to move, but with the sunlight filling the room, I’m reminded of what I’d promised myself and Isabella.
Distance, so that I don’t hurt her, and so that she can’t hurt me again. Distance that I’d closed last night, doing exactly what I’d told myself I wouldn’t.
Stupid, to get that drunk.All my resistances had been down, and I’ve always had little resistance when it comes to Isabella.
