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His brow furrows. “You have nothing to fucking prove to—”
“Maybe not to you. I have something to prove to myself.”
He frowns. “Una, you really don’t have to do this.”
“But Iwantto,” I hiss, adrenaline and desire running though me as I start to push his pants down. The ominous bulge in his briefs makes my pulse skip, my fingers shaking as they slip into the waistband.
I gasp as he cups my jaw, lifting my face to his. “Listento—”
“That fucker took something from me,” I spit, teeth flashing. “And now, he’s fucking gone. Forever. And Iwant it fucking back.”
Something changes in his face. He sees the darkness swirling in my eyes, sees the hunger and the raw need to push past this. Slowly, he nods.
“With you, I know I can stop at any time if I have to with our safe—”
“No safe word,” he growls thickly. “Not with this. Stop means we just fucking stop. No games.”
I bite my lip, nodding. Then my gaze drops back to his briefs. Heat throbs inside of me as I start to peel the waistband lower, and lower, and lower, revealing the trail of dark hair down his grooved abs.
Then the thick base of him. And then, with one last tug, his heavy cock springs free, bobbing right in front of my face.
And I am not afraid.
It’s a thrill—a rush from the realization that I can do this. That I can take this back.
I reach out, almost trembling as I curl my fingers around his cock and slowly lean in. I wet my lips, looking up at him as I slowly kiss his swollen crown. Cillian’s jaw clenches, his eyes on fire. I push myself more, letting my mouth open as I let the velvety head slip into my mouth. My tongue dances across the tip, tasting a salty sweetness.
I like this.
I like thisa lot.
I moan as I open my jaw wider, taking him deeper into my mouth. There’s no flashbacks like I was worried about. In fact, there’s nothing but him and me, and this intimacy. I whimper, tonguing him as I move my head up and down, my cheeks hollowing. The sensation of his big dick swelling and stretching inside my mouth is beyond thrilling.
I pull away with a wet pop, stroking him as desire roars through my veins. I look up at him, burning from the ferocity in his eyes.
“I…” I blush.
Cillian lifts a brow. “Tell me.”
“I…could you, I mean…”
“We can stop any—”
“Would you fuck my mouth?”
The room goes silent but for the thudding of my pulse. I’m almost afraid I’ll see judgment or scorn in his face. But when I finally force my gaze back up at him, I don’t.
I see hunger. Raw desire. A primal, aggressive lust.
“Una…”
“I know you’ve seen my search history. You know the darkest parts of me. And I’m telling you,please, this is what I want. I want you to—”
“You want me tofuckthis pretty little fuck-hole of a mouth until I empty my fucking balls into my good little cum slut?”
Oh. FUCK. Yes.
He knows what I crave. And I love that he knows. Just as I love that he knows I don’t want a PG, Disney version of aggressive or hard.
