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)
I buried my face in her neck, kissing the damp skin, growling her name. Praising her. Feeling another tremor race through her as she orgasmed again, her keening cry another sort of music to my ears.
We moved until we were exhausted. Sated. Once again complete. I gathered her close, holding her tight. For a moment, there was no sound but our breathing and the distant noise of the traffic out on the street. We were locked in our own world—one I never want to leave.
Wordlessly, I rose to my feet, keeping her wrapped around me. I carried her to the bed, slowly disentangling our joined bodies. I gazed down at her, a smile pulling on my lips, before heading into the next room. She was half asleep, already curling into the pillow, her bright-red hair spread around her. I returned with a cloth, cleaning her gently, whispering adoring words. Then after cleaning myself, I slipped into bed with her. I pulled her into my arms, feeling the peace she brought with her. All the noise in my head stopped with her beside me. My body relaxed of its own accord, having her close. I pressed a kiss to her head.
“Tá mé i ngrá leat,” I whispered. “As amhrán mo chroí.”
“I don’t know what that second one means,” she admitted, sounding sleepy.
I kissed her softly. “You, Una, are the song of my heart.”
“Oh, that’s beautiful.” She sighed. “I love you too,” she added, then fell asleep, safe and content in my arms.
Where I planned on her being every night for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER TEN
UNA
I woke in the night, disoriented and unsure. I blinked as I took in the dark room, relaxing when I felt the heat and strength of the man behind me.
Finn.
I was in Ireland with Finn.
With a sigh, I snuggled back, smiling as his arm tightened.
“All right, mo chroí?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in my ear. He kissed the skin on my neck, making me shiver.
“Yes, I’m—” My reply ended with a low gasp as he cupped me, and I realized he had his hand between my legs and what had woken me was his gentle stroking.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured. “You’ve been fidgeting the past ten minutes.” He bit down on my lobe. “Begging me.”
“Oh. Oh,” I groaned as he touched my clit, strumming it gently. I arched my back as he slid one finger, then two inside me, pumping slowly, drawing out my pleasure. “Finn,” I whimpered.
“You want more?” he asked, a rough edge to his voice.
“Yes.”
“Lift your leg, drape it back over my hip.”
I did as he said, shivering as I felt his cock pressing into me. Solid, hot, and filling me completely. He rocked into me, nothing hurried or rushed. I shut my eyes as pleasure rolled over me, his fingers still working my clit as he pumped into me.
“Give me your mouth,” he demanded, and I turned my head as he rose over me, capturing my lips. His tongue mimicked what his cock and fingers were doing. Stroking, pressing, going deep, then retreating. Driving me crazy with desire.
The darkness of the room and the quiet made it all so intimate. There was only the sound of our skin sliding together, his hushed words, the feel of his strong body moving with mine. The sensation of his hair falling over my face, no doubt tangling with mine. I fisted his thick waves in my hand, feeling my orgasm beginning to build.
“That’s it, Una. Come all over me again. Drench me. My hand and my cock.” He sped up his movements, burying his head into the side of my neck and biting down as he rolled my clit between his fingers. The sting of his teeth in my skin and the pinch of his touch sent me over the edge, and I cried out as my orgasm blossomed like a flower opening for the sun. Full, ecstatic, rich with beauty and color. He gentled his touch, then pulled his hand to my pelvis, pressing down as he climaxed. The feel of his release and the way he touched me brought on another spasm, this one slow and easy, like a wave kissing the sand. I shuddered and gasped, calling out his name. He roared out mine as he pumped into me, filling me completely.
Then we stilled, our harsh breathing filling the room.
“Jesus, Una,” he murmured, his voice ragged. “I mean, fuck. I—”
I giggled at his breathless statement, unsure if it delighted me more that he was speechless or if he felt the same way I was feeling.
Overcome.
He lay back, pulling me close again. “I’m too tired to get a cloth.”
“I’m good with that.”
“Good. You can sleep full of me.”
“Messy,” I commented, not really caring at this point.
“They’ll change the sheets in the morning.”