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Aisling

T he words escape my lips like a confession. I don’t know what I’m expecting. Shit, I don’t even know how he’s here. None of this makes sense, and at this point, I don’t think it’s supposed to.

My thoughts escape me as his strong arms wrap around my waist. He places his forehead to mine and breathes out slowly, his eyes searching mine.

“Are you sure about that, little nightmare? Because once I’m done with you, breathing won’t just be hard - it will be impossible.”

I almost choke on my spit. I’m sorry, but this is definitely a dream. Never in my life has a man talked to me like that – and by the way my pussy is tingling right now, she likes it too.

I try to speak, but my words come out in stutters.

Yeah, I think he broke my brain.

“Words, princess,” he growls, the sound low and restrained like he’s holding himself back by a thread. “Dream or not, I won’t touch you unless you beg me to.”

Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and every rational thought is gone in an instant. To fuck or not to fuck? Yeah… I think we all know where this is going.

“I’m sure.”

The moment I speak those words, I feel the energy in the air shift – his energy shift. A shiver blooms beneath my skin as his fingers lazily glide across my jawline. He begins to drag them down my throat, following his own movements as carefully as a surgeon would focus on a patient.

My pussy throbs as he traces patterns across my collar bone and down my cleavage. He pushes my shirt up, revealing the luna moth tattoo on my stomach, and I look up at him, my throat filled with stones. His eyes search mine, and in that moment, I’ve never needed someone’s touch more in my life.

He grabs my hips, causing my heart to skip a beat, before lifting me onto the table. My arms move on their own volition as his lips crash into mine.

My fingers find his thick, messy hair, gripping him like I’ve always belonged here. Reality slips away the moment his rough hands find my thighs.

I pull back, just enough to look at him. To see him . Every sharp line of his jaw, the contrast of his caramel skin against the paleness of mine. He’s the dark to my light, the storm to my quiet. And I want to remember him like this, right before I fall.

Without giving me even a second more, he reaches behind me, grabbing something from the table. My pulse quickens as I take in the giant candlestick he’s holding. It’s one of the few that hasn’t been lit yet.

He falls to his knees before me, like he’s meant to be there. His hand finds my thigh again, grounding me while everything else spirals.

“Please,” I breathe, the word barely a whisper, but he catches it.

Of course he does.

He doesn’t look up at me, he doesn’t stop, but I can see the corner of his mouth tilt up into a smirk, showing me something primal within him.

He’s teasing me.

I allow myself to give in to this moment as my head falls back, mouth opening ever so slightly. I focus on every movement he makes, memorizing every breath and every brush of his fingers. My breath catches when I feel his hand glide between my thighs, claiming what’s already his.

The heat from his hand spreads like fire, igniting a slow burn between my thighs. I can feel the dampness gathering, and I know he feels it too. My cheeks burn with the awareness of it all, just as something cold brushes against the curve of my leg .

The candlestick.

He’s not thinking about…

There’s absolutely no way that would even...

My thoughts snap back into reality when his fingers pull at the thin piece of fabric covering my clit, moving it to the side, allowing him full access to me.

“Such a pretty pussy, princess,” he groans as he glides his finger between my folds. “And you’re already so wet for me.”

I shiver, his words wrapping around me like a noose. No one has ever talked to me like that, let alone my pussy. My hips jerk towards him, begging for more.

His fingers continue to graze the sensitive mound in a slow, increasing glide before he presses two fingers between my lips, spreading them open. He begins to work my clit, gathering my wetness before he breaches my cunt, filling me with the heat of his fingers.

My back arches as he starts to open me up, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes that have stars dancing on the edge of my vision. I let out a feral cry, getting lost in the moment, as he drags the candle down to my glistening folds.

I tilt my head up the smallest bit, and it's as if everything slows. He’s hovering at my entrance, on the edge of pressing the candle into me, wick first, his eyes low and hooded.

He’s not looking at me, he’s looking at my pussy like it’s his last meal and his sweet addiction.

Dark hair falls into his face, his lips parted, and his chest rising fast.

My sweet boy... he’s coming undone.

He lets out a ragged exhale as he burrows the candle deep into me. The stretch has me gasping, its thickness filling me to the brim. My breathing becomes uneven and desperate as he ruins me with every thrust he gives.

“You’re doing so good for me, gorgeous. Just like that,” he groans. “Think I can make it to the bottom?”

A garbled moan escapes my lips as he pushes into me even deeper. He has to be insane; that thing was at least twelve inches long. There’s no fucking wa… and just like that I tople over the edge .

“Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk,” I let out a scream as an orgasm bursts through me.

Shockwaves of ecstasy rolling through me until I’m a shuddering, whimpering mess. I can hear what sounds like water dripping onto the floor.

Did I just squirt?

“You did such a good job for me, gorgeous,” he chuckles as he slowly pulls the candle out of me. “Even turned you into my own personal splash zone.”

A giggle bursts through my lips. How did this man just make me see the Gods, then cause a laughing fit right after?

He’s crawling under my skin, carving out a space I’ll never want to fill with anyone else.

And I welcome every second of it.