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He thrusts into me again and again, taking my breath away as he unleashes his pent-up desire.

“Ciarán,” I pant, my hands still pinned above my head.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Say my name again, Tinks.”

“Ciarán.” The way he says it sends shivers down my spine, and I know he’s about to explode inside me any second now.

With a feral growl, he sinks his teeth into my earlobe and flips me over, his cock throbbing deep inside me. With his hands on the mattress next to my head, he fucks me like an animal, his hips thrusting roughly against my ass. My orgasm builds with every thrust of his stiff dick.

Suddenly, he leaves me, rolling off the bed in a flash. I watch as his huge cock bobs up and down, beckoning to me like a siren’s call.

He tugs me off the bed and shoves me up against the massive windows, the freezing panes chilling me. His mouth crashes against mine as he fucks me hard. He grabs my hair and fucks me even harder.

“You’re mine.” He punctuates every thrust with an animalistic growl. “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Ciarán.”

His eyes blaze with a fire I’ve never seen in them before. He’s not just fucking me anymore. He’s claiming me. Again, and again.

“Say it.” He slams into me as deep as he can go. “Say it.”

My whole body trembles with desire as I whisper in his ear. “I’m yours.”

“You’re mine. You’re mine, Tinks.”

I cry out as my pussy clenches around his dick, and my orgasm rips through me. Ciarán’s cock throbs, and he lets out a growl, pumping into me until he finds his release, and he explodes, filling me up to the brim.

“I’m yours, Ciarán.”

“Yes,” he says, panting for breath. “You are.”

As we slump to the floor, he drags me onto his lap, and I rest my head on his chest. Deciding in that moment, I never want to leave, I’m not going back to my place, and I’m not letting Ciarán out of my sight.

“Ciarán.” I look up at him, the weight of everything I’m thinking bearing down on me. What will he say? What will he think?

“Hmm? Ready to go again?” His voice is heavy with tiredness, but he grins wickedly.

“I’m not going back to my house.”

He sits up, suddenly alert. “Oh?”

“I’m yours,” I say, still feeling powerful, turned on and in control. “For now, for always.”

“You are mine, Tinks.” His eyes blaze, and he pulls me closer to his chest, wrapping me in his arms. “You’re mine and thank fuck you said that because there was no way I’m ever letting you go.”

“You sure?”

“Surer than I’ve ever been in my whole goddam life, Summer.”

Relaxing into him, I know I’ve made the right choice. I love my little home, but without Ciarán, it will be empty and lifeless. I spent too long under Aunt Margaret’s control, in that empty life with nothing to look forward to. It’s time to fly free and do whatever the fuck I want, and I want to do this more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my whole life.

I wanthim.

My thoughts drift to Thal and linger there even as Ciarán picks me up and carries me to the bed, tucking me in under the covers and pulling me close. I don’t know what to do yet, but Ciarán didn’t shoot me down when I said I wanted to help him. Armed with what I know now, I can save Thal, and maybe he can help save me too.

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