4. Eamon
Eamon
Her words undo me.
“I want you.”
They’re simple, barely a whisper, but they ripple through me hot, heady, and impossible to ignore. Eve’s sprawled beneath me, her body a masterpiece of curves and softness, her green eyes dark with need. Her fiery defiance has melted into something just as powerful—desire.
I should savor this. Take my time. But there’s nothing patient left in me. She’s set me ablaze, and I feel myself unraveling under the weight of her words, the look in her eyes, the way her body responds to my every touch.
I lean over her, bracing myself with one hand on the bed as my other trails down her side, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. Her skin is warm, soft, and impossibly smooth, and I can’t resist dipping my head to capture her lips again.
She moans into my mouth, her hands sliding up my chest and over my shoulders, tugging at the buttons of my shirt with a desperation that matches my own. I chuckle against her lips before pulling back just enough to shrug out of my shirt, letting it join her swimsuit on the floor.
Her gaze sweeps over me, and the heat in her eyes makes my chest tighten. She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to. The way she looks at me, hungry, captivated, is enough.
“You’re incredible,” I murmur as I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still.
My hand slides between her thighs again, teasing her, testing her. She’s soaked—ready. The sound she makes when my fingers find her most sensitive spot drives me wild.
“Eamon,” she gasps, my name tumbling from her lips like a prayer, her hands fisting the sheets as her body trembles beneath me.
My fingers move in a rhythm that has her writhing, desperate for more. “Tell me what you need,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t falter. She turns her head slightly, her lips grazing my jaw as she meets my gaze, her eyes steady and blazing with intent. “I need you to stop teasing and fuck me,” she says, her voice full of fire.
Her plea snaps the last thread of control I’m clinging to. I shift, positioning myself between her thighs, and pause for just a moment, taking in the sight of her—flushed, breathless, and utterly captivating.
“You’re sure?” I ask, my voice low, though I already know the answer.
She nods, her eyes locking onto mine, and I see everything in that look. Her defiance, her surrender, her trust.
“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning down to claim her lips again.
The world narrows to just us. The way she gasps, the way her body molds to mine, the way her nails dig into my back as she matches my every movement. She’s fiery and untamed, and it only fuels me further, driving me to give her everything.
Her breath catches as I shift, trailing kisses along her jawline, down the column of her throat, and over her collarbone. Her skin is impossibly smooth under my lips, and I savor the way she shivers at each touch. My hands follow, exploring every curve, every dip.
I continue my descent, my mouth leaving a heated trail down the valley between her breasts, lingering just long enough to draw a soft moan from her.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently.
I glance up, catching her gaze. Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed, and the look in her eyes, equal parts trust and need, drives me mad.
I press a kiss to her stomach, my hands sliding down her thighs as I settle between them. Her legs part instinctively, and I run my palms along her soft skin, holding her open for me. She’s breathtaking like this—laid bare, vulnerable, yet completely in control.
“You’re fucking stunning,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire.
Her only response is a sharp inhale as I lower my head, my lips brushing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. I take my time, teasing her, tasting her, until she shifts her hips, silently begging for more.
When my tongue finally finds her, the reaction is instant.
She cries out, her voice raw and unfiltered, the sound rolling through me like a challenge I’m more than ready to meet.
Her hips buck against me, instinctive and needy, but I hold her steady, my hands firm on her thighs as I spread her open.
She’s soaked, and it drives me to the edge of control as I lap at her, slow and deliberate, dragging my tongue through every inch of wetness. Her taste is addictive. Intense and all-consuming. I take my time, savoring every drop.
My tongue circles her clit, teasing her with featherlight flicks that draw the sweetest sounds from her as her hands twist in the sheets.
I press harder, flattening my tongue against her as I build a rhythm that has her writhing, her hips lifting off the bed to chase the pressure. She’s fucking perfect like this—wild and uninhibited, every moan and gasp proof of just how much she’s losing herself to me.
“More,” she demands, her voice breathless.
I obey without hesitation, sucking on her clit and rolling my tongue over it in slow, torturous circles.
Her reaction is immediate. A sharp, broken cry that echoes through the room as her hands fly to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair to pull me closer.
I growl against her, the vibration drawing another moan from her lips as I bury my face deeper between her thighs. My fingers dig into her skin, holding her exactly where I want her as I devour her, my tongue flicking and stroking with relentless precision.
Her body responds to me like it’s mine, her movements frantic and her cries desperate as she teeters closer to the edge.
“That’s it, love,” I murmur against her. “Come for me. Let me hear you.”
Her head tilts back, her red hair a wild halo against the pillows as her back bows off the bed. She’s close, so fucking close. I push her further, my tongue working her clit mercilessly as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right.
The combination is her undoing. With a sharp, almost guttural moan, she comes undone, her body shuddering violently as her climax crashes over her. Her thighs clamp around my head, her hands tug at my hair as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body.
I don’t let up, my tongue and fingers coaxing her through every tremor, every aftershock, until she collapses back onto the bed, spent and gasping for air.
Kissing my way back up her body, my lips linger on her flushed skin as I settle over her once more. Her eyes flutter open, and the way she looks at me, sated but still burning, nearly undoes me.
I’m painfully hard, my body taut with the need to bury myself inside her, to claim her completely.
“You’re dangerous,” she whispers.
I smirk, brushing my lips against hers. “And you’re addictive, love. A deadly combination.”
I brace myself on my forearms, caging her in, my body pressing into hers, the unmistakable evidence of my arousal settling against her thigh. Her lips curl into a slow, wicked smile, her fingers trailing down my chest until her nails scrape lightly over my stomach.
She pauses at the waistband of my trousers, her wicked smile deepening as she hooks her thumbs under the fabric. Slowly, deliberately, she tugs at the button, her eyes locked on mine as though daring me to stop her.
I don’t.
The sound of the zipper fills the charged silence. Her hand finds me, and the second her fingers close around my cock, a shudder rolls through me—sharp, uncontrollable. Everything in me goes still, like my body’s bracing for the storm her touch brings.
I shift, kicking off my trousers and briefs in one swift motion, the cool air hitting my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.
Before I can move, she does, crawling over me with a grace that’s all sin and intention.
Her eyes stay locked on mine, dark with purpose, as she slides lower.
Her hair brushes my stomach, a whisper of silk against my skin.
Her breath ghosts over the tip of my cock.
The anticipation coils tight in my gut, and the groan that rips from me is anything but restrained.
Then her mouth is on me.
The wet heat of her lips and the deliberate pressure of her tongue is overwhelming. It’s the kind of pleasure that steals the air from my lungs.
“Christ, Eve.” My voice breaks as she takes me deeper, her movements unhurried but devastatingly effective.
She hums softly, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity through me as her hand works in tandem with her mouth, stroking and teasing in perfect rhythm. She’s relentless, confident, and utterly in control.
Grabbing her wrist, she stills as I shift my body.
Before she can react, I grip her hips and flip her over in one swift motion.
Her gasp echoes through the room as she lands on her hands and knees.
She glances back at me over her shoulder.
The wicked curve of her lips sends a jolt of heat straight through me.
“Decisive,” she says, her voice low, teasing, and full of challenge.
“You’ve no idea,” I growl as I drink in the sight of her like this, open, waiting. The smooth arch of her back leading down to her perfect ass has every ounce of control I’ve clung to slipping away.
I kneel behind her, my chest brushing against her back as I press my lips to the nape of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. My hands explore her, sliding over her thighs, up her sides, teasing the curve of her breasts before I lean back, gripping her hips once more.
When I position myself at her entrance, the heat of her is almost too much. I slide in slowly, savoring every inch, my groan mixing with the breathy moan that escapes her lips.
“Fuck.” My grip tightens as her body adjusts to mine, her heat drawing me in completely.
She pushes back against me, taking me deeper, her movements bold and deliberate. “Harder,” she commands, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
My thrusts grow stronger—deeper. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room. Each movement draws her closer to the edge, her breathy moans turning into desperate cries that spur me on.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I growl, sliding a hand up the curve of her back. My fingers thread through her hair, gripping just enough to tilt her head back as I drive into her, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.
Her body trembles, the tight heat of her pulsing around me as her climax builds. I reach around to stroke her, my fingers finding the spot that makes her cry out.
She shatters beneath me, her release hitting her with a force that leaves her gasping, her body clenching around me.
The sensation of her, the way she feels, and the way she sounds push me closer to the edge.
With a few more erratic thrusts, the tension inside me snaps.
My release crashes over me like a storm as I bury myself deep, whispering her name like a vow.
For a moment, the room is filled with nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the quiet rush of waves outside the villa the only reminder that the rest of the world still exists. Slowly, I pull out and collapse onto my back beside her.
She doesn’t move at first, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath.
Then she shifts, turning her head to look at me.
Her green eyes, still dark with satisfaction, meet mine, and for the first time, I see something I can’t place.
Something that digs under my skin and refuses to let go.
Eve’s just unraveled me in a way I’ve never experienced. I know nothing about her other than her first name, yet I feel like I’ve been searching for her my entire life.
And that thought terrifies me.
Who the hell is this woman? And why can’t I look away?