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Cillian

She nods, biting her lip in a way that makes me go crazy with want.

“I’m yours, Cillian,” she says.

I lower my mouth to hers again, gentler this time, taking her tongue with mine, sucking it into my mouth and biting down. She whimpers, kissing me back, meeting the strokes of my tongue with her own. Her hands slide up my chest and neck, her fingers burrowing into my hair.

With a groan, I draw her beneath me, my blood roaring wildly in my veins. I lower my mouth to her throat, pressing my lips against the rapid beating of her pulse. I kiss a path over soft, sweet skin, tasting her, nibbling her earlobe. Aria whimpers softly, turning her head to the side and surrendering her throat to me. I nip the soft skin of her neck and swipe my tongue over the sting. Her body trembles in response, and when I slide my hand beneath her shirt, she lets out a shaky breath, her hands sliding to my shoulders.

I cup her left breast, flicking my tongue over her nipple through the fabric. She gasps, her nails digging into my skin.

“Do you like that?” I ask, looking down at her beautiful face. Her breathing is ragged, her big green eyes burning with an unpretentious hunger. I continue to tease her breast, tracing lazy circles over her budding nipple. “Answer me, love. Do you like when I touch you like this?”

She nods, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.

“Say it,” I command in a low voice, applying gentle pressure on her nipples.

“Yessss,” she moans, her eyes drifting closed. “Yes, please.”

I push her shirt up, baring her chest to my hungry gaze. My cock stirs at the sight of her perfectly round breasts. Her nipples are a deep pink, puckered, and begging to be sucked. I trail my eyes down her body, taking in all of her. She’s beautiful, perfectly proportioned with subtle, sensuous curves.

Slowly, I lower my mouth to her left breast, my moan mingling with hers as I draw the hard nipple into my mouth.

“ Cillian ,” Aria gasps, her body arching off the bed. She buries her hands into my hair as I continue to suckle her nipples, one then the other, tugging and teasing. She arches her back, pressing further my mouth, restlessly rubbing her hips against my erection.

I groan, settling my weight between her thighs, and start to grind my erection against her core, creating a torturous rhythm that’s aimed at pleasuring her and driving myself crazy. My body is strung so tightly it feels like it’ll snap at any second. I clench my teeth against the need to plunge inside of her, to throw caution in the wind and just take what I crave—hard, fast, and mercilessly like I want to.

I keep reminding myself that I have to take things slowly since it’s her first time, but how can I when Aria is coming apart in my arms, each response to my touch burning me up? Her little mewls and whimpers are driving me out of my damn mind, her deep pink areolas drawn into tight buds that beg for my mouth, her hips moving in that clumsy yet maddingly erotic rhythm. I don’t want to go slow—hell, I want to fuck her hard and fast. I want to make her come again and again. I want to forget myself inside her.

I take my mouth off her breast, quickly removing all of her clothing and then kissing my way down her ribs to her stomach until I get to the sensitive area between her thighs. Gently, I slide my tongue over her folds before slowly slipping it between the lips and over her clit. She cries softly, trying to push me away and press me closer at the same time. The smell of her arousal fills my nostrils, fueling my own hunger, the overwhelming need to drive my cock into her heat, to shield myself in her, and feel the warmth of her body tight against mine. Without taking my mouth off her, I slide a finger into her. She’s already so wet for me. I curl my finger as I swipe my tongue over her clit, and she lets out a strangled cry, her body bucking violently as she comes undone.

I stretch above her, the urge to be inside her almost unbearable now. In one swift motion, I tug down my flannel pants, kicking them to the ground, and then adjust my body so the tip of my cock is nestling against her folds.

“This might hurt, love,” I say, gently cupping her face.

She nods, sliding her hands up my chest. “I know.”

I lock my gaze to hers and slowly nudge the tip of my cock into her slippery heat. She groans softly, her body resisting my intrusion at first. I pause to brush my lips over her forehead, then push deeper, breaking through the thin veil of her virginity. She gasps, squeezing her eyes shut and biting down on her lower lip.

My chest tightens at the sight. I know it’s inevitable, but I feel like a jerk for causing her pain.

“Easy, love,” I murmur, brushing away the stray strands of hair that have fallen over her face. I pause, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion. It’s not easy staying still, not when she’s so wet and so damn tight. Every instinct urges me to drive deeper, to bury myself in her snug warmth.

“I’m sorry.” I stroke her hair, brushing my lips over her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips, her jaw, trying to kiss away her discomfort.

“It’s not so bad, really,” she says with a tender smile.

And that is all I needed to hear.

Slowly, I slide out of her, gently pushing back in again. Watching her face, I repeatedly withdraw, then nudge myself inside her again, going deeper each time, gradually stretching her past the pain until I fill her completely. And then I start to move a little faster, with long, deliberate thrusts aimed at intensifying her pleasure. She clings to me, her head buried deep in my neck as I continue to plunge in and out of her until she cries out my name. Her body trembles uncontrollably, her teeth sinking into my skin as the orgasm goes on and on.

But I’m not done yet.

Taking both of her hands in mine, I pin them above her head and lower my mouth to hers in a long, deep kiss, sliding my tongue over her tongue, her teeth, her lips, swallowing her sweet little moans. Still holding her arms pinned and my mouth locked onto hers, I slide my cock inside her again, moving in long, slow strokes.

Warmth encases me with each thrust, her walls tightening around me, pulling me deeper. The feeling is indescribable. She grabs my hips, her nails digging into my flesh. Our bodies have found a rhythm and we rock together in a perfect synchrony.

My mouth drowns her moans as I plunge deeper and with increasing fervor until I’m submerged in a consuming wave of orgasm. I thrust harder, faster, driven by her lusty cries and my own insatiable urge. Pleasure surges through my veins, from my cock to every last nerve ending. Tremors erupt within, my body shuddering from the powerful force of the most exhilarating orgasm I’ve had in a long time.