Chapter 010 Cillian
It’s still dark, but the first gray edge of morning is creeping in through the open curtains. Soon the sun will hit her face and wake her. I don’t want to share her with daylight yet.
I press my nose into Lyra’s hair and breathe her in. That sweet shampoo smell has been driving me insane all night. Holding her like this was its own kind of torture—every inch of her soft and warm against me, and I didn’t let myself take more. Worth it. Every second of lost sleep was worth it.
I left the office early yesterday to get home to her. Had to finish a few calls from my study after dinner. By the time I checked on Elara, she was out cold, a stack of books piled on the nightstand like someone had read to her. I wondered if it was Lyra. The thought settled warm in my chest.
When I finally walked into our room, Lyra was already asleep, phone still in her hand. I plugged it in for her and saw the screen—Cillian Eve glowing in the search bar. A dark satisfaction curled through me. She’d been digging. Good.
I stripped down and slid in behind her. She didn’t stir, just sighed when I pulled her back against my chest and locked my arms around her. At some point she rolled half on top of me, one leg thrown over mine, face tucked under my jaw. I didn’t sleep much after that.
Now morning is here and I have to get up. I don’t want to. I want to stay exactly like this, buried in her scent, her thighs soft around my hips.
I shift over her, settling between her legs. She spreads instinctively in her sleep, and the ache in my cock turns sharp. I start slow—kisses along her neck, soft presses of my mouth until I reach her lips. She tastes like sleep and warmth.
I push her nightgown up, palms sliding over bare skin. No bra. I take my time with her breasts, licking one nipple, then the other, feeling them tighten under my tongue. She makes a small sound but doesn’t wake.
Lower. I hook a finger in her panties and ease them aside. She’s bare, smooth, perfect. I watch her face as I drag my tongue up her center in one long, slow lick.
The sweetest little moan slips out of her. Still asleep. I do it again, deeper this time, tasting her fully. She’s soft everywhere, and I lose myself for a minute, burying my face against her, lapping at her like I’ve been starving.
Her hips start to move, chasing my mouth. I circle her clit, suck gently, and her thighs tense. A sharp breath, then she’s coming—wet heat spilling over my tongue. Her eyes stay closed.
I don’t stop. I pin her hips and keep going, drawing it out until her body shudders again. This time her eyes snap open, wide and shocked, staring down at me between her legs. I hold her gaze while I lick her through the second orgasm, swallowing every drop.
When I finally pull back, she’s limp, boneless, chest heaving. I crawl up her body, fist my cock, and line up.
“Good morning, sweet girl,” I murmur, dragging the head through her slick folds.
“Cillian—” It comes out a gasp. Her hands land on my chest, half pushing, half clinging. “What are you doing here?”
“I was here all night.” I lean down, brush my lips over hers. “You spent most of it draped over me.”
Her cheeks go pink. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I kiss her again, deeper. “That’s exactly where my good girl belongs.”
She looks up at me through her lashes as I press forward, just the tip inside. “I suppose so.”
“It’s time you take care of me,” I say, settling my weight to hold her in place. “Feel how hard I am for you.”
“My mouth?” she asks, voice small.
I shake my head and sink in another inch. She tenses around me. “I need to finish inside you. Every time. Understand?”
“Why?”
“Because that’s where I want it.” I meet her eyes. “Are you going to tell me no?”
She swallows. “No, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” I kiss her hard, reach between us, and circle her clit once, twice—then drive forward in one thrust.
She cries out against my mouth. I swallow the sound, hold still, buried to the hilt in the tightest heat I’ve ever felt. Virgin. Mine.
The clench of her around me undoes me instantly. One thrust and I’m coming, pulsing deep inside her, claiming her in the most permanent way I know.
I don’t go soft. I pull back slow and push in again, feeling our combined release ease the way. She gasps, fingers digging into my shoulders.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I tell her, voice rough. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes, eyes glassy with pleasure and something else I refuse to name.
Something new is moving in my chest—dangerous, unfamiliar. I want to tell her things I have no business saying. That she’s unraveling me. That I’m already too deep to pull back.
But I don’t say them. I just move inside her again, slow and deliberate, sealing the claim I just made.
She’s mine now. And I’m keeping her.