Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“How?” I asked tenderly.
“I let you give me my dream. Working in the hotels, the singing.” She shook her head. “Even putting up with Brian.”
“I was equally as selfish. I could keep you close. Make sure you were okay. See you on a daily basis. Listen to you every week and pretend it was me you were singing to.”
Tears began to glimmer in her eyes. “I hate myself for hurting you.”
I drew her closer. “Enough. You’re here. You made the decision to come when you knew I needed you. Even when you left me before, you refused to go until I was able to care for myself. I knew then you loved me.”
“I do. I love you so much,” she whispered, tracing my scar with her finger. “Seeing this makes me scared again.”
“Don’t be scared. No one is after me. You are safe. Tell me you know that.”
She ran her fingertip over the mottled skin, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to the scar, her lips soft and warm against the imperfect blemish. I groaned low in my throat as she slipped from the chair so our knees pressed together. Her lips stayed on my skin as she kissed her way along my shoulder and up my neck. I grabbed her arms, hissing her name as she nipped at my earlobe, drawing the skin between her teeth and nibbling.
“Una,” I warned as she pressed on my thighs and nestled between them.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered in my ear. “Let me show you how much.”
I let out a curse as I pulled her into my arms, covering her mouth with mine. She tasted of tea and sweet tart. Una. Her mouth was heaven, and I kissed her with everything I had in me. Our tongues twined, tasting and seeking. Exploring and reacquainting ourselves with each other. I grabbed at the sash of her robe, yanking it open and pushing it off her shoulders. Her skin was warm and silky under my fingers. Her hair was a heavy mass in my fists as I ravished her mouth. She ran her hands over my back, up through my hair, tugging and pulling as she pushed herself closer. I dragged her up my thighs, splitting her legs wide, my cock trapped between us. I cupped her rounded ass, loving how she felt against me. Her tight nipples rubbed against my chest, and I felt the heat of her as I slipped my fingers between her legs, feeling her slickness.
“Oh God,” she gasped as I teased her clit, already hard and throbbing for me.
“Not God,” I growled. “He has no place here tonight with what I’m going to do to you. Finn. Call my name when you come, Una. Scream it. Always my name.”
I worked her, feeling her orgasm approaching. Desperate to feel it, to feel her, I lifted her up, freeing my cock between us, settling her back, then nudging it against her entrance.
“Tell me you want me.”
“Yes. Please. Finn, yes.”
Inch by inch, I sank into her. Her head fell back as I reclaimed what was mine. What had always been mine. Locked inside her, I was home. She surrounded me like a raging summer storm. Drenched and warm. A deluge I never wanted to escape. She begged me for more. To move. To make her come.
“Finn, Finn,” she chanted.
“Yes, mo chroí. Listen to your body sing for me,” I praised her as I thrust as deeply as I could. She rolled her hips, matching my rhythm, whimpering my name. I covered her mouth with mine, unable to stop kissing her. Needing her taste in my mouth to ground me to her. I shifted, changing the angle, and she moaned as I went deeper. She flung her head back, arching her back, once again taking more of me. All of me until our bodies were flush. I groaned in satisfaction at the intensity of the feeling. Her soft body against my harder one. How her breath felt on my skin. The way her hands caressed me. Lingering, light, her touch perfect. The hot, tight grip she had on my cock. I lowered my head, taking one hard nipple in my mouth, then the other. She gripped my arm that banded her to me, whimpering. I slid my fingers along her folds, gathering her desire, teasing the tight ring of muscle of her sweet ass. I loved her reaction when I did that, the small pucker reacting to my touch, almost quivering. She shivered as I played, dipping in my smallest finger, caressing and stroking, finally sinking the digit in, feeling the muscle clench and contract. Una went rigid, coming hard, tightening around me, more wetness making me move faster, the feel of her muscles clenching and spasming around my cock too much.