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CHAPTER FORTY

ELENA

The warm water cascades over us when Conor pulls us under the spray. Even through the trickling water, I can feel the heat radiating off his body. He runs his hands over my shoulders, and a delighted shiver prickles over my skin.

Conor’s fingers trace the curve of my arm, moving with a soft, deliberate touch. Sliding his hand across my back, he pulls me tight to him, which draws a soft whimper from me. His lips dust across my forehead, and he whispers, “I’m still here. I’m very much alive.”

Gripping my thighs, he winces as he hoists me around his waist and drives my back into the icy tile of the shower surround. “Con…” I cup his face, concerned I’m going to cause him to hurt himself.

“I’m okay,” he insists. “You need this. You need to feel me… to know that I’m here, cailín leanbh.” He crashes his lips against mine, not giving me a chance to argue. Reaching between us, he aligns himself with my entrance and slowly eases into me. Buried to hilt—leaving me full and more connected to him than ever—he promises, “I’m never leaving you. I love you far too much to ever hurt you like that.”

“I love you,” I choke out on an exhale as Conor gyrates his hips. Pinned against the wall, my body fits against his like we’re one, and he claims me like never before. He isn’t rough or demanding. It’s not rushed or urgent. He doesn’t fuck me. His hands slide over my skin like he’s savoring me with every touch.

The heat from the water fills the shower with steam, and it envelopes the two of us as Conor leisurely thrusts into me. Every inch of him feels so fucking good. He palms my ass as his lips trail down my neck. “I can feel you quivering around my cock.” He peppers the words up and down my neck. “Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes,” I moan, teetering on the edge, mere thrusts away from losing myself in him.

He groans against my neck, and I swear I can feel the vibrations against my clit. “Come for me. Squeeze that tight pussy around my cock”—his hands slide to my quads as he thrusts—“and these thick fucking thighs around my waist.”

I give him exactly what he’s demanding. My back arches from the icy tiles, forcing him deeper. I cry out in pleasure, clenching around him and raking my nails down his back as sheer bliss shoots through me. He picks up his pace, pulling a string of whimpers from me when my orgasm hits.

“I fucking love the sweet sounds you make when you come.” Keeping his pace and taking me with long languid strokes, he licks up the length of my neck. “Was that what you needed? Or do you need me to fuck you until scream to make you realize I’m still here?”

I hesitate, caught between how much I like the tender way his cock is sliding in and out of me and wanting him to own me the way I know he can.

Abruptly pulling from me, he drives the entirety of himself into me with such force that he bottoms out against my cervix. I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He does it again, and I bite my lower lip through my grunt. Conor’s eyes roam over my face, watching my reaction to his brutal thrusts. “Dirty fucking girl. You like it hard and fast, don’t you?”

I struggle to form a single word to answer him— yes— and he slows his hips to a teasing pace. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want. Tell me how to make you scream.”

“Fuck me,” I breathlessly plead, my tone laced with a ravenous need. “Like you own me… Until you fill me.”

“I’ll fuck you”—he slams into me—“I’ll always fuck you and give you everything else that you need. Because you’re mine .” He holds true to his word. My back slides up and down the smooth tiles as he repeatedly impales me on his thick length, the piercing through the tip dragging along all the right places.

I grunt and shriek through every brutal thrust, my hands clawing at his shoulders as he sloppily kisses and sucks at my neck. His jaw ticks as he fights against the pain in his side. It clenches and he hisses through his teeth, “Fuck… this pussy feels so fucking good. My pussy.”

Every thrust hurts him, yet it does nothing to deter him. Instead, he takes me harder. He sinks his teeth into the crook of my neck, and I whimper against his ear, “Yours.” I come again, screaming his name. Satiated, but needily wanting more. “Fill it… fill me… until I’m so full… that you’re dripping… down my thighs.”

“Oh. Fuck, Cailín. Leanbh ” he growls through his thrusts, plowing into me and burying himself deep. Stilled and panting, he stares into my eyes for what feels like an eternity. “If you’re going to ask like that, I’ll happily fill your sweet cunt day and night.” His heavy, breathy words waft over my cheek.

Without warning, his hips quickly work to a vigorous, eye-rolling pace that has me—has us both—hurtling toward a release. “Eyes. On. Me.” he demands, his voice pained. “I. Want. To. See. You.”

With my gaze locked on his, pleasure explodes through me, and a feral scream comes from my lips. He matches my animalistic cry, a guttural groan rattling from his chest as his cock twitches, shooting his release into me.

Sliding himself fully into me, he pins me against the wall and presses his forehead to mine. It’s silent—other than the spray of cooling water and our heavy breaths. We don’t need to say anything else. I know everything I need to from the way he holds me against him and stares into my eyes.

He fucking loves me… and he’s still here.