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I know what she needs. She needs a place where she can feel safe and worshipped while being as open and free and sexual as she wants and needs to be.
I amexactlythat place for her.
I brush my lips back and forth against hers. “You mean the last two nights when I’ve given you hard orgasms, but not let you have my cock?”
“Yes,” she practically whimpers.
“The cock that you’ve always been so greedy for? The cock you took on your back patio where any of your neighbors could’ve seen you?”
This time she does whimper. “Cian.”
I tug on her hair, tipping her head back so that I can nip and lick down her throat. “You’re the one who has kept us apart for nineteen months, you wicked little witch.” I suck on the base of her throat then drag my mouth up to her ear. “For six months you knew how to find me, but you stayed away. Even when Henry came to get you. You could have had all of me, any time you wanted me.”
Her hands are fisted in the front of my shirt. “I know,” she says raggedly.
“So you know what I want from you?” I ask, nipping her earlobe before lifting my head.
She looks a little dazed and her cheeks are flushed pink. She’s fucking gorgeous like this.
“What?”
I run my thumb over her lower lip. “I want to hear you beg.”
She sucks in a little breath, her pupils dilate, and her fingers tighten in my shirt. “Please.Please, Cian.”
I give her a little smile. Then shake my head slowly. “On your knees, my pretty witch.”
Her eyes flare with heat, then she nips the tip of my thumb. Lust whips through me, tightening my cock. Fuck.
“Now,” I command, low and gruff.
She flattens her palms on my chest and then starts lowering herself to the floor.
The plush carpet here by the bed gives me zero hesitation about having her on her knees in front of me. I keep my hand in her hair, letting the silky strands slip over my palm until she’s fully kneeling, with her hands resting on her thighs. Then I wrap the length around my fist.
“You’ve denied both of us for almost two years,” I say.
She nods. “I know.”
“This is your chance to ask me for forgiveness,” I tell her.
She swallows and I see her wiggle her fingers. I know it’s adrenaline. We established previously that she could easily say no to anything I asked of her. I was calling the shots, but she was always in control.
Pineapple was her safe word.
That comes back to me in this moment, and I almost laugh. Obviously, pineapples are a favorite of hers.
“What’s your safe word?”
She looks up at me quickly, obviously also having forgotten we’d established one of those.
She doesn’t have to think though. “Pineapple.” She gives me a smile.
I nod. “Good.” I unbutton and unzip my jeans. My cock is steel hard, already leaking at the top. She’s had this effect on me from minute one.
She studies me, wetting her lips.
I take my cock in hand, stroking up and down my length, watching her face.