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“You shouldn’t have bothered putting the nightie on at all, Roisin,” I grumble, my words landing against the silk of the offending garment as little knives I wish would rip right through and expose her to me. Only me. “Or do you need it as armor.”
“Why don’t you keep sliding your hands up and find out how much armor I have on,” her voice is soft, but her words are a challenge. One I can’t ignore.
Up. Up. My hands glide on the silk of her skin. The feel of her is entrancing. Her scent of blooming roses has my barely restrained cock throbbing.
I move one hand up the inside of her thigh, the other moving to grip her plump ass. When my fingers find her slit, already dewy with the evidence of her arousal, a growl rips from the back of my throat.
“Naughty,” I grit out through my teeth.
She makes a humming sound, not agreement, not a challenge, it’s fucking nothing. A placeholder intending to suppress me or satisfy me. It does neither.
I flip us, putting her underneath me as I loom above her. My movement is quick, fluid grace pushed along by the need I have to dominate my woman, to show her who is in charge. I know it’s her to the depth of my soul. She rules me.Mo bhanríon.My queen.
She just doesn’t know it yet, and right now she needs me to be in control. She needs me to force her hand and to make her let go. To forget. To trust. To give so I can take.
Her green eyes are wide and cautious as she looks up at me. I tug at her nightie, slowly exposing her body. She’s not wearing anything underneath and my skin sizzles, feeling too tight. I wish I could consume her, swallow her whole until I know she’s protected inside of me.
I can’t do that.
Not exactly, but I can do the next best thing. I can make her brain go offline, it’s the one thing holding her back from the connection between us. From the way her pussy is dripping her arousal, her body has no problems bending to my will. It’s her thoughts I have to fight.
I’d rather not.
How about I take them out of the equation instead?
I push her arms up above her, capturing them with one hand as I tug her nighty up over her head. I twist and knot the fabric, binding her and holding her in place. Could she get free? If she wanted to, I have no doubt she could.
Roisin’s entire body trembles underneath me as I sit back on my heels. My eyes don’t know where to look. Her pebbled nipples? Her dripping slit? Her eyes where need, lust, and self-preservation are battling it out?
All of it.
I take it all in.
All of her.
Every single inch of her perfectly soft skin.
“You’re mine,mo rós beag,” my voice is final. “All of you. Your mind.” I lean over her and kiss her forehead, a flutter of lips like a hummingbird seeking sustenance. Her eyes slide closed and my heart aches. “Your heart.” I move down her body and kiss right where I can feel her blood pumping. “Your secrets,” I whisper the words as I continue to move down her body.
Her eyes pop open and the words are right there, in the space between us. Her truths, even as she tries to swallow them down.
I don’t care about them right now. I can’t. Not while my mouth is watering for a taste of her.
I grip her thighs and spread them wide, giving me enough room to shoulder my way between them. I get comfortable, my face a breath away from her pussy. I know her sweet with a hint of floral taste. I know how it’ll satisfy the beast in me, the part wanting to turn her ass red for her deception.
I dive in and slurp at her pussy lips. The way my woman cries out, her back arching as bliss steals its way across her face has me hungry for more. I bite and lick, kiss and taste. I take in every moan, every sigh, every strangled plea.
She rocks her hips, seeking, but not finding. When I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, her hips jolt, but I pin her down against the bed, not allowing her the room to find her own pleasure. Not tonight.
I push her to the edge and hold her hand while she walks right along it. But she won’t go over it. She can’t until I command it.
It’s an art—keeping her riding the edge until her need for pleasure burns through her body.
“Declan, please,” she begs, her voice hoarse and needy.
“Wait,” I bark against her skin, and she trembles as she tries to obey. “What a good girl,mo rós beag,” I praise her, but there’s evil on my tongue and in my words.
Her thighs shake as I push my tongue deep inside of her pussy, lapping at her, tasting her, wanting all her delicious cream. The way her body flexes has power rushing through me, electricity that can’t be grounded. I nip at her clit, and she stills, as if her body is getting ready to give into the pleasure.
