Page 20 of Unreasonably Yours

I shudder, head falling back as I come.

“I think we can do better than that,” he says softly into my ear.

“Cillian,” I whimper, already feeling another orgasm building.

“Give it to me,” he demands. And I do. “Another.”

I shake my head. “I ca—I don't?—”

“Yes, you can,” he says gently. “Breathe.” I drag in one shaky breath, and another, the expansion of my lungs seeming to make room for more pleasure in my body. “That's my girl.”

“Cilli—I—” I just shake my head. Words failing.

I'm pure electricity—every nerve-ending singing. Every synapse is snapping for the dopamine, adrenaline, and serotonin he's flooding my body with.

It's incredible. It's invigorating. It is too fucking much.

I begin to pull back.

Cillian rests his forehead against mine. “Don’t run away from me.” The green of his irises is almost eclipsed by the black of his pupils. “I want you to let go, Toni. Trust that I've got you.” I stop my retreat. “I've got you.” Something in me gives way. All resistance fleeing. “Come.”

I barely make a sound as I come entirely undone.

Tears of pleasure trail down my cheeks. Cillian pulls me against his chest, sliding his soaked fingers from me. I already ache with their absence.

“You did so good, doll,” he purrs. He presses a kiss to my curls. “Now, breathe deep for me, please. ”

I inhale his smell. Nuzzling into the soft fabric of his shirt. Only one single thought in the fuzz of my consciousness.

“Cillian?” I ask, my voice hoarse.

“Hmm?”

I sit up to look at him. “I'd like to touch you. I...I need to touch you. Please.”

His smile is so soft as he kisses my forehead and nods. With steady hands, he slices the bondage tape with a pocket knife.

I flex my fingers for only a second before immediately reaching for his hair. Carefully, I remove Lucy's hairpiece and tug the tie free.

The strands framing his face are a bit more salt than pepper, I realize. They make the flashes of silver in his beard and dark brows shine a little brighter.

I wander down his neck and shoulders to his torso, working his buttons free with trembling fingers, and slide the shirt off.

His chest rises a little faster as I explore, tracing the curve of the black-bird's wing, the sparkle of the silver chain.

When the tips of my fingers graze the raised flesh on his left side, he grabs my hand, using it as an excuse to pull us both to our feet.

Turning my back to him, he unbuckles the harness, letting it fall to the floor in a heap of leather and brass. Everything else follows until I'm bare.

“Get on the bed.” He gestures to the plush nest of pillows. I crawl into the welcoming softness as he rids himself of his remaining clothes.

Kneeling on the bed, he studies me. I revel in the attention, letting my hands explore the softness of my body as he watches.

“Beautiful girl.” He traces the gentle curve of my belly, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh with clear appreciation.

I reach over to the nightstand, sliding open the drawer I remember him using last time, pleased to find the condoms easily accessible. His breath is ragged as I stroke him before sliding it on.

Bracing himself on the headboard with one hand, the other beside my head. He holds my gaze as he sinks in. I arch up to meet him, my breath catching.

“You take me so well, baby doll.” He kisses me as he works himself in and out so slowly it would drive me crazy if it didn't feel so fucking good. Still...

“Cillian?” I breathe his name between kisses.

“Yes.”

“I . . .” My words fail.

I had been able to ask for what I wanted, what I needed, moments ago.

But something about the intimacy of this moment trips me up.

Memories of times I’d asked David—a person who, theoretically, knew me better than this man—for what I needed, being met with a sneer or outright disgust, threaten to bubble to the surface.

Cillian’s expression softens. He kisses me tenderly, continuing that deliciously languid pace. “Tell me how you want it, Toni.”

That’s all it takes to banish those memories.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

He grins wickedly, tongue wetting his lips. “You think you can handle that, baby?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.”

With one final rough kiss, he pulls out and flips me over. I let out a small surprised noise as he grabs my hips, pulling my ass up.

One hand grips my hair, pressing my cheek to the mattress. His chest presses against my back as he leans close to say, “Just remember, doll, you asked for this.”

I don’t have time to respond .

Cillian slams into me and I scream into the mattress, my fists balling into the duvet.

This man gives me exactly what I asked for and so much more, fucking me with feral abandon. The sound of our bodies meeting is rivaled only by the cries of pleasure he pulls from me.

“Gonna come already, baby?”

I can't manage a word, I simply come. Behind me, Cillian rumbles, “Fuck yes.”

He wraps his hand around my throat, pulling my body up against him. “Another. Give me another, Toni.”

Time falls away. Cillian switches between his cock, his fingers, and his mouth, drawing orgasm after orgasm from me until I'm dizzy with it.

“I wanna see that pretty face.” He turns me over once more, the pendant around his neck brushing my cheek. As he sinks back into me, he kisses me slowly, each measured thrust sending shock waves of pleasure through me.

His pace ticks up. “Toni. Doll, I-”

I lock my legs around him, matching his pace and pulling his mouth to mine, devouring the sounds of his release.