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“Happily.” Gone were the soft and subtle movements, replaced by hard, almost punishing strokes that fanned a flame of desire inside me unlike any from before, my words emboldening him.

I wrapped my legs around his back. Our breaths came in short synchronized gasps as the pressure mounted in my core, his slow start having nearly driven me mad. He bent to my chest and pulled a nipple into his mouth, sending courses of pleasure through me. I shattered completely with the force of his hips driving into me. He never slowed, his hands on my elbows holding my arms above my head, waves of pleasure washing over me. His name tore from my lips on a small scream as he rammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing with the rhythm of his orgasm.

Silently, without a word spoken, he pulled from me, kissing me deeply before gathering me to his chest. I placed my head on it, feeling the rise and fall, accompanied by the faint hum of the plane’s engines outside the window. He flipped a switch above his head, and the main lights turned off. He kissed my forehead and ran his fingers up and down my spine. My eyes felt heavy as they closed, my heart full. Never had I expected to find myself here, but I’d hold on to this, to him, no matter the cost.

Cormac

Dani slid back the partition, a gentle smile on her face as she caught sight of Rory curled up next to me, the faint glow from the overhead lights casting shadows over Rory’s peaceful expression.

“Sir, we’re landing soon,” she whispered.

“Thank you, Dani,” I replied softly—quiet enough for her to hear, but not Rory. I glanced at her before looking back at Dani. “Please have Jacob circle until I’m able to wake her.” I adjusted the blanket, keeping her warm as she slept, her breath soft against my chest as Dani closed the partition.

A soft moan escaped from Rory’s lips as she curled tighter against me, her arm draped across my chest. The warmth of her body, the softness of her breath, stirred something primal withinme. I wanted to wake her up and take her again, but I knew other matters needed attending. I sighed, caught between the urge to give in to the heat building inside me and the weight of duty that pressed down on me. How had this woman become so deeply embedded in my mind?

I shook my head, trying to focus. We were heading back to Oak Leaf Hallow—a place where, one hundred and fifty years ago, her family had tried to kill me. I ran a hand over my face, trying to shake off the memories that threatened to resurface. I had sworn to never set foot there again. How had things come to this?

I remembered that night, the one I could never fully piece together. My brothers and I had been called to the ritual space, a clearing in the middle of the dense oak trees. The night was cold, the air thick with magic. A fairy ring of mushrooms glowed faintly in the moonlight at the center of the clearing. As the ritual began, we each took our positions at the quarters of the circle—me, Lorcan, Aiden, and Conall. North, east, south, and west.

The coven stood around us, hand in hand, chanting. The last thing I remembered before my father appeared was a flash of bright light—so bright we all looked away—in the center of the fairy ring. After that—nothing. The coven couldn’t remember who we were, and my family fled, following where my mother led without a second thought.

I pushed the memory back down, locking it away with the others gathered over my nine hundred years. Only now, I knew she must have concealed both the lineage and the grimoire among our belongings.

Gently, I kissed Rory on the forehead, trailing my fingers down her cheek. Her skin was warm under my fingertips, soft as silk. She moaned again, a sound that made me ache to hear more of it from her—preferably from my cock fucking her. It took every ounce of restraint not to wake her up like that.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and I couldn’t help but smile when she met my gaze. “Good morning,” I whispered.

She smiled back. “Good morning.”

I kissed her fully, her lips soft and warm. They parted under mine and for a moment, the world outside this plane ceased to exist.

I broke off the kiss and sighed. “We need to get dressed. Dani said we’re about to land.”

Rory glanced around, a mischievous glint in her eye as she raised herself to her elbow. “Could I have my panties back, please?” She smirked as she reached out, demanding them back.

I shrugged with indifference as I looked at her unmatched beauty. “You threw them at me, remember? Maybe I should keep them.”

“You know I can just go get another pair, right?”

I smiled at her. “Perhaps you should.”

She sat up, the sheet sliding off her, exposing her breasts. My cock instantly sprang to life, but I held back. Standing, she walked toward the bathroom. She moved with a casual grace I couldn’t tear my eyes away from, her bare skin glowing faintly in the soft morning light. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to pull her back into bed with me.

She returned with a change of clothes, a pair of black lace panties highlighting the perfect curve of her ass. “Since I was in there, I figured something clean would be a good idea.” She shrugged. “I can’t exactly arrive at the plantation in yesterday’s clothes.” She raised an eyebrow, her fingers trailing along my arm as if daring me to wear yesterday’s clothes.

“How do you know I wasn’t planning to do the same?” I teased as I stood beside her.

She ran her fingers down my chest, brushing along the length of my cock. I wanted her to keep going, but I knew Jacob was waiting for me to get dressed and ready to disembark.

“We don’t have time for this right now.” I rolled my eyes.

Her fingers lingered for just a moment longer, her touch sending a shock of heat through me. She gripped my shaft gently, giving a soft squeeze. “Then we’ll just have to put it on the list of things to do later.”

I kissed her deeply, her breasts pressing against my chest. Her warmth lingered on my skin, and it took all my willpower to pull away. The ache of wanting her again burned low in my belly, but I stepped away to find my clothes before we emerged from the bedroom and took our seats. Next to them were mimosas, mine with a reddish hue.

After the plane landed, we disembarked to find a sleek black car waiting for us. It wasn’t mine, but it would do for now. Dani would drive us to the plantation while Paul and Jacob headed to Kentucky to retrieve my vehicle. It would be here in a few days.

I opened the car door for Rory, letting her slide in before taking a seat beside her. Dani climbed into the front and glanced back.