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Though soaked and ready for him, I whimpered at the brutal invasion as he lifted my left leg around his waist and shoved his cock into me, going all the way in. We could do this a thousand times, and I’d never get used to the way he filled me. He’d fucked me before, but there was something about him being bare that made it more primal. With no barrier between us, it felt like he was claiming me.

He held still for a moment, giving me time to adjust to his size. Then he withdrew until only the head of his cock remained inside me, before slamming back in. I clung to his shoulders as he set a furious pace, fucking me like he was trying to imprint himself on my soul.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commanded.

I did as he asked. As he pounded into me, I pressed my hips toward him, welcoming him as deep as he could go. I panted breathlessly as my need built.

“Ciaran, please.” Pleasure was so tantalizingly close I could have cried.

Slipping his hand between us, he pinched my clit, hard. Pain twisted its way to my core, magnifying the sensations already swirling within me. My back arched off the wall as I came harder than before. As my body convulsed, my head dropped to Ciaran’s shoulder, and he caught me as I plummeted over the edge into mindless ecstasy.

Awareness returned to me, and I winced as Ciaran pulled out of me, his cum trickling down my thigh. I was so caught up in my orgasm, I’d missed the moment of his.

He cupped my ass as he held me to him. I jerked in surprise as his finger probed the tight hole that was, so far, unclaimed.

“This ass will be mine,” he declared as he carried me to the bed.

He set me down gently with my head on the pillows, then climbed onto the bed. He straddled my legs, his knees caging my thighs.

“I want to take things to the next level.” He stared down at me, watching my expression carefully. “I want you to submit to me completely.”

“Okay?” My tone was cautious. I’d already let him control things. What more was he going to ask of me?

“But before we get to that, I need something from you.” He reached down and brushed the hair back from my face, a tender gesture. “I need your trust and your commitment.”

“Commitment?” I didn’t understand what he was asking for.

He smiled at me. “I want you to stay.”

“What?” The word burst from my lips.

“I want you to stay here with me.”

“But we only just met. I don’t know you.”

“That would be the point of staying,” Ciaran said patiently. “We can get to know each other, explore what we have between us.”

More than anything, I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t. My flight was booked for first thing tomorrow and I had a life to get back to. It wasn’t all I wanted it to be, but I liked my home, and I enjoyed my career.

“I can’t Ciaran,” I said regretfully. “I wish I could, but….”

“But what, sweetheart?”

As I listed my objections mentally, I could imagine his rebuttal to each one. Couldn’t afford a new ticket? He’d pay for one. Had a job to get back to? Take a leave of absence. My heart could get broken if this didn’t work out between us? Well, life was all about risk. Did I really want to deny myself the chance to find out if he and I were meant to be? The argument could go on and on and I really didn’t want to drag this out, so I knew I had to be firm and give him nothing to fight against.

“No, Ciaran, I’m sorry. It’s not going to happen.”

“But sweetheart….”

“No.” As much as I hated to do it, I cut him dead. It was my turn to be stern. “It’s not happening. End of story.”

He slowly blew out a breath and nodded as if he’d expected my answer all along. “In that case, sweetheart, I’m sorry, but you leave me no choice.”

Before I could even register what was happening, Ciaran got up off the bed, hauled me over his shoulder, and walked from the room.

“Ciaran!” I shrieked as he carried me along to the end of the corridor. He opened the door, and we entered another room. It was dark, but I felt the softness of a mattress beneath me as he set me down. I guessed that meant we were in another bedroom.

As my eyes adjusted, I saw him silhouetted against the light coming in from the corridor. Though I couldn’t see his face, his wide-legged stance and crossed arms told me he meant business.