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But it was dangerous making homes out of people. It was dangerous putting your life in another person’s hands, because people couldn’t be trusted. Even the ones that were your own blood would leave you if it suited them to do so. Even those you trusted the most could betray you if the opportunity arose, and I couldn’t bear another betrayal if I allowed her to come too close.
I didn’t even notice when I started trembling. It wasn’t until she took the glass away from me, placing it on the top of the bar behind me, her chest pressing against mine. “You’re scared of me,” she murmured, her lips coming closer to my jaw, keeping her hands on the sides. “Why?”
Because you make me feel something, I wanted to say. Something I forbade myself from feeling ever again. Because I wanted to get lost in her green eyes, in the golden flecks surrounding her irises, until I couldn’t remember my own name anymore.
“N-No,” I stammered, looking down at her, keeping my secrets close to my heart, hidden in the dark chest of broken promises I'd created, protected by my ribs, where no one could ever enter unless I allowed them to. And I never wanted another person to see the darkness swirling around it, protecting what little sanity I had left. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Hmmm,” she murmured, her chest vibrating against mine, and I couldn’t stop the reaction my body had to the close proximity we were standing in. “You’re lying to me, Cillian.,” Her words zapped straight to my dick, my name on her lips like a filthy little secret she wanted to harbor for years to come. Before she could utter another word, I spun us around and lifted her on top of the bar, knocking off the glass she'd placed there.
The glass shattered on the floor, spilling the contents all over the place, but neither of us looked at it as our heavy breathing filled in the space, our hands clasped on each other as we struggled with the need coursing through our veins.
I fucking needed her, and it terrified me. It terrified me, because someone like me, someone who had an addiction running through their veins, shouldn’t want another person this much. This wasn’t just a simple case of passing attraction—this was so much more.
“Cillian.” She trembled as my fingers explored her body, from her thighs to her tiny waist, all the way to her heaving chest, rising and falling with every breath she took. “I want to feel something,” she croaked, looking at me as if I had the answer to every little question she had. My hand fell down between her legs, rubbing over her center, right over her pants, as she rewarded me with moans and whimpers that were music to my ears. “Please.”
“Shhhh, kitten,” I murmured, stroking her, taking her higher and higher, until her body trembled with pent up frustration, looking at me as I unbuttoned her pants, seeing the black lace hiding underneath. A groan tore from my chest, and without thinking, I sank down to my knees, burying my nose at her navel, inhaling the sweet scent emanating from her. “You smell delicious,” I said, pulling her pants down, chuckling as she lifted her ass up, helping me to push them all the way down, discarding them on the floor.
My fingers dug into the soft skin at her calves, slowly dragging up toward her center, where I could see the proof of her desire soaking her panties.
“You’re drenched, baby.” Her answering moan was all I needed to press my thumb to her core, dragging it over her black panties. “What do you need, Evelyn?” I asked, my eyes finding hers, hooded with desire. My dick strained in my pants, needing to be freed, to touch her, to connect with her. I bunched her panties in my hand, pulling them up, straining them over her sex. The mewling sounds erupting from her, the moans and whimpers spurred me to do more, so much fucking more, and as I pulled them up and let them fall down, creating friction for her, she started writhing, moving her hips, seeking her own release.
“Cillian!” she bellowed, her voice echoing around the apartment, and the beast that slowly awakened purred at the sound of my name erupting from her, branding me as hers.
I couldn’t wait anymore—didn’t want to wait, and with one swift move, I ripped her panties apart, my chest heaving with the barely contained desire to bury myself in her heat and never let go. I threw the discarded material on the floor, right next to her pants, and pushed her shirt up over her head. While she helped to remove it from her body, I fumbled with the clasp of her bra, pulling the straps down her arms after she threw the shirt away from her.
The round globes of her breasts made my mouth water, the puckered pink nipples inviting, needy, and as I wrapped my lips around one of them, her back arched, her chest pushing into me, begging for more.
My fingers dragged through her soaking folds, finding her clit with ease, and in the rhythm of my tongue, my thumb circled around her clit, drinking in the little sounds erupting from her, needing more and more and more.
I slowly entered her with one finger, keeping my thumb against her clit, bending my finger to find that little spot I knew she had.
“Oh fuck!” she screeched, her fingers tightening in my hair as I played with her other nipple, drunk on desire, drunk on the need to make her feel good. “I need more, Cillian! Please!”
“Fuck,” I grunted when she dragged her hands over my sides, reaching the front of my pants where my dick strained against the thick material. “I need you,” she said, lifting my head up, determination clear in her eyes. “Now, Cillian,” she all but growled, and I was gone.
I lifted her up from the bar, feeling her wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Like a man possessed, I almost ran toward my room, the sound of blood rushing in my ears pushed and pushed and pushed, and that invisible band connecting us started getting strained.
Her lips latched onto my neck, her hands dragging through my hair at the back of my head. A feeling I'd never experienced before snuck inside my chest, wrapping itself around my heart, and I knew without a doubt in my mind—she was mine now. Today, tomorrow, I didn’t give a fuck what happened after this, but she was mine.
“I want you to brand me, Kill,” she murmured between the kisses. “I want to feel alive, Cillian. I want to feel something other than this constant dread living inside my chest.”
With a growl I pushed the door of my room open, taking her in all the way to the bed, lowering us both to the plush surface until her back hit the headboard, and the chuckle that followed shortly after warmed my heart.
I stood there, perched above her, my eyes feasting on the angel lying beneath me, and regardless of the position we were in, I knew she had my fucking soul in her hands. The insane need to mark her, to brand her, to make her mine, was what snapped the last bit of restraint I had. With hurried movements, I removed my shirt, followed by my pants, until I only stood in a pair of boxers that did nothing to contain my erection.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she whispered, dragging her hands over my chest, the planes of my abs, and down toward the waistband of my underwear. When her hands snuck inside the cotton containing my dick, I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my mouth. My head fell down into the crook of her neck as she dragged her fingers over my aching length, but she never wrapped her hands around it, driving me insane.
“Please.” It was my turn to beg, to show her how much I needed this. It’s been too long since I allowed myself to get this close to another person. Too long without human touch, without someone that could understand what I wanted—what I needed—and something told me she could be the one. “I need—”
“Shhhh,” she murmured, dragging her other hand through my hair. “I know what you need.”
I didn’t have time to question her words, to ask her what she meant, before she flipped us over, with me now on my back and her above me. Pure mischief glittered in those green orbs as she dragged her tongue over my body, all the way down toward my dick, taking me in her mouth with the underwear still covering me, and I almost shot off of the bed from the intensity she sucked me in with. “Oh, fuck!”
My hands fisted the sheets around me, fighting the need to wrap them around her hair. I needed more, so much more, the feeling of hollowness slowly dissipating as she pulled my underwear down, dragging it down my legs until she threw them on the side of the bed. I looked down at her, my eyelids heavy, my body ready for the release. She dragged her nails over my inner thighs, all the way to my aching balls, wrapping her fingers around them with careful precision, while her tongue came out to play with the engorged head of my cock.
“Baby,” I whimpered, wanting to say more, so much more, but when the heat of her mouth wrapped around my member, all thought escaped from my head, my mind clear for the first time in forever.
My skin buzzed with newfound energy as she sucked, her head bobbing up and down over my member. I gritted my teeth, holding onto the release that was quickly sneaking upon me. Without thinking, I bent my knees, pushing myself inside her, but I never expected her to see it as a sign to do what I always wanted someone to do.
