Chapter 24
MAEVE
The kiss consumes me.
Sean's mouth is demanding, almost desperate, and I kiss him back with everything I have. All the fear, all the frustration, all the longing I've been holding back pours into this moment. His hands are in my hair, on my back, pulling me closer like he can't get enough, and I never want him to stop.
I hear Flynn say something about leaving as Sean carries me out of the bedroom, hear the front door close, but it barely registers. All I can focus on is Sean—the taste of him, the feel of his body against mine, the way he's kissing me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive.
He turns us, pressing my back against the bedroom door, and the solid weight of him pinning me there sends heat pooling low in my belly.
This is different from last night, different from this morning.
There's no careful control, no holding back.
This is exactly what I've been craving. Exactly what I want.
Him, finally losing control. For me.
It takes a moment for me to remember that he’s injured.
That we shouldn’t be doing this. Every part of my body rebels when I gasp out a protest, and guilty relief hums through me when Sean refuses to listen, his teeth sinking gently into the curve of my shoulder in a way that sends ripples of pleasure through me.
I should try harder to stop him… I don’t want him to be hurt, don’t want to make his injuries worse, but at the same time, my mind feels foggy with desire.
If we stop now, I’m afraid this won’t happen again.
And I need him.
He groans, and he carries me to the bed and lays me down, his body covering mine. The weight of him is perfect, grounding me even as everything feels like it's spinning out of control. I arch up, wanting to feel him everywhere, my legs tangling with his as a helpless whimper spills from my lips.
His hands find the hem of my shirt, and this time when he pulls it off, I know we're not stopping. This time, we're finishing what we started.
I should probably be nervous. I am nervous. But more than that, I'm sure. I want this. I want him. I've never wanted anything more in my life.
He strips me bare beneath him, his hands all over me, cupping my breasts, his mouth finding my nipple, and coherent thought becomes difficult. Everything is sensation—his tongue on my nipple, his hand on my ribs, the rough denim of his jeans against my bare legs.
“You’re overdressed,” I protest, even as the scrape of the denim against my soft skin sends a shiver of sensation through me. Sean groans, laving my nipple with his tongue again before lifting his head to meet my gaze.
“If I take off my pants right now,” he growls, “I won’t be able to stop myself from shoving my cock in you. And you need to be ready before I do that, leannan. I’m too big for you, and I don’t want to break you.”
A shudder runs down my spine at the memory of him saying that to me on our wedding night—that I needed to be ready. I didn’t understand what he meant then, but I do a little better now. Especially after seeing him last night in his hand, thick and long, almost frighteningly so.
Sean’s mouth moves to my other breast, and my head falls back, a gasp leaving my lips as I tangle my hands in his hair. He teases the stiffening peak with teeth and tongue, until my breasts feel sensitive and hot, every touch jolting through me.
He shifts so that his hips are pressing against mine, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing between my legs. My hips arch automatically, seeking out friction, and Sean groans against my skin.
“That’s right, leannan,” he moans. “Use me. Fucking soak my jeans while you ride me. I want you to come all over my cock before it’s even out for you.”
I never imagined anyone talking the way he does.
It’s raw and filthy, and it turns me on more than I knew was possible.
Heat rushes through me, and I can feel how wet I am, feel it on the inside of my thighs as I arch my hips and grind against him.
I can feel the denim rubbing against my clit, feel the hard, thick ridge of his cock pressed against me, and I moan, suddenly desperate for more.
More pleasure, more of the building, a tightening feeling that I know now leads to something incredible.
“I’m going to make you come as many times as I can before I’m inside of you.
” Sean kisses between my breasts, lips grazing over my soft skin before moving back to the other nipple.
“I want one right now, leannan. Come on me.” His hand grips my hip, guiding my movements as I writhe beneath him. “I want to hear it.”
I can feel it building, faster than I thought possible. That feeling tightens, my muscles tensing as Sean nips and licks at my breasts, as his jean-clad cock grinds against my swollen, sensitive, intimate flesh, and I realize I’m going to come. I’m going to—
I cry out, the words spilling from my mouth as my head falls back and I claw at his shoulders, barely avoiding the scrape that I bandaged earlier. Sean lets out a hiss, and I start to pull my hand back as my body shudders through the climax, but he grabs my wrist, keeping it in place.
“Mark me up,” he growls. “I want your claws all over me, little kitten. I’d rather have your scratches than any other wound.”
The pleasure feels endless, and we’ve barely begun.
I’m gasping, my hair tangled around my face as Sean starts to move further down my body, murmuring endearments in Gaelic against my skin.
Every part of me feels sensitized, overwhelmed, and I breathe his name as his mouth skims over the soft skin above my hipbones.
He parts my thighs, groaning as his mouth brushes between them, and I moan helplessly as he starts to kiss the skin chafed from the pressure of his jeans against my naked flesh.
He slides his tongue over every inch, licking and teasing until I’m on the verge of begging him for something I don’t entirely know how to put into words, and then he parts me with his fingers and slides his tongue up my center, and I’m lost.
I don’t know how anything could ever compare to the feeling of his tongue sliding over me, teasing my folds, my entrance, sliding up to circle my clit before he finally focuses in on it.
He rolls his tongue over me in long, slow strokes that leave me gasping, the stubble on his chin scratching at my sensitive flesh, his lips sucking at me as he drives me to the point of being unable to speak.
I can’t do anything but whimper and gasp, clutching at his shoulders and arms as I writhe under him, desperate for more, for him to make me come again.
I didn’t know it could be like this. I didn’t know anything could be like this, and I feel half-insane with desire, with the thought that anything could be so good.
He groans against me, and I see his hips rock against the bed, as if his own desire is so overwhelming he can hardly control himself.
That only drives me wilder, and I arch against his mouth, riding his tongue as any shame or embarrassment I might still hold onto disappears with the blinding pleasure of Sean’s mouth between my thighs.
I’m so close again. I manage to mumble it between moans, clawing at the sheets, and I feel his lips tighten around my clit, sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth and sending a jolt of pleasure through me so white-hot that I nearly scream, my back arching off of the bed as I feel myself come undone.
“Sean—oh my god… Sean!” I scream his name, bucking and writhing beneath him as I come a second time, and as my body clenches and spasms, I feel his finger at my soaked entrance.
I hear him groan, feel his muscles bunch tight, and as my body comes down from the second orgasm, he pulls back as he starts to slide that first finger into me.
His eyes are blown dark, his hair a mess, his face wet with my cum as he looks up at me from between my thighs.
“Christ, you taste good,” he groans, slowly working his finger into my still-tight entrance.
“So fucking sweet. So fucking tight… you can’t take my cock until you’re more ready than this, leannan. ”
“I want it,” I whimper, looking down at the thick, painful-looking ridge straining against his jeans. “Sean—”
“Then you have to open up for me.” His finger slowly slides deeper, and I feel a pinch of pain, the fullness of the digit inside of me strange but good. “I want you to take my cock so bad it hurts, leannan, but I don’t want to break you.”
I can see the gleam of sweat on his forehead, the tight muscles in his shoulders and abdomen, the way they flex as he holds back his own need.
“Christ, Maeve, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, his eyes closing briefly as he slowly slides that finger in and out of me until I start to become used to the sensation.
Then, he adds a second.
I twitch and moan, my head falling back and my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
I can feel a stretch, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to accommodate him.
The thought makes me whimper, desire rippling through me as Sean watches me with those hungry eyes, his fingers building a rhythm inside of me as I squirm beneath him.
Slowly, I can feel myself relaxing. I feel his thumb graze over my oversensitive clit, soft at first, then faster as my desire builds.
I take in the sight of him in between closing my eyes against the onslaught of pleasure—the thick ridge of his cock against the denim of his jeans, the muscle working in his jaw as he holds himself back, focusing only on me, on my orgasm.
The sight of him so completely devoted to me in this moment takes my breath away. All I can think is that I can’t wait any longer for him, that things will be different after this. That him finally giving in means we’ll find a way forward together, despite the circumstances of how all this started.
I hear a groan low in his throat, feel his fingers curl inside of me, and the pleasure ripples through me, bowing my back and making my head fall against the pillow as I cry out his name.
Sean moans as I clench and tighten around him, his fingers still working me through the orgasm, and I hear the sound of his zipper as my hips roll against his hand.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Christ, Maeve, I need—”
Words seem to fail him as he leans over me, capturing my mouth with his as I feel his fingers withdraw. A moment later there’s a blunt pressure, and then I feel him start to slide inside of me, the stretch so intense that it makes my eyes water.
“Slow,” he mumbles against my mouth, his forehead pressed to mine. “I’ll go slow… oh God, fuck, Maeve, you’re so fucking tight—”
His voice sounds almost pained as I feel him slip into me, inch by agonizing inch, taking my body to its breaking point as I try to adjust to him.
I feel so full, so overwhelmed by the new sensation, and my fingers scrabble at his shoulders as I search for something to hang onto, an anchor as he makes me his for the first time.
It hurts, and it’s good, all at once. So good. So… satisfying.
Sean is breathing hard by the time his hips meet mine, and he kisses me again, his mouth soft. “You’ve taken it so well, leannan,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl. You’re so full of my cock and it feels so fucking good. So perfect—”
He croons to me as he starts to move, sliding out of me with the same torturous slowness before he starts to sink back in again.
I can feel my body starting to adjust, molding myself around him, becoming his in every way.
I arch my back, tilting my hips as he thrusts, and Sean makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
“I won’t last long,” he murmurs, his hand sliding between us. “Not with how that perfect fucking pussy is squeezing me. But I want to feel you come again, leannan. Can you do that for me? Can you come all over my cock?”
Every word sends thrills through me, the filthy words in his low, tender voice making me feel as if I’m going to come apart at the seams. I want nothing more than another orgasm, to feel my body come apart for him again, to find out what it feels like to come when he’s filling me like this.
I nod speechlessly, and Sean kisses me again, his groan a rumble against my lips as he starts to pick up speed ever so slightly.
There’s still a bit of that raw burn, but the pleasure is quickly outpacing it. It builds and builds, as I feel Sean trying to hold himself back, his thrusts slowing briefly as he works my clit and kisses me again and again.
“I—” I gasp, arching against him, feeling myself flutter around his length. “I think I—”
“Fuck,” Sean growls. “Fuck yes, Maeve. Come all over my cock. Fucking come for me—”
The orgasm tears through me, sharper and brighter than the others, my body convulsing tightly around him as I squeeze him for all I’m worth with every spasm.
Sean makes a noise that sounds almost like pain, his entire body shuddering, and I’m still quivering with pleasure when he jerks himself free.
“Fuck, I almost—” He gasps, his hips jerking forward as he starts to come, hot spurts coating my thighs and belly as he strokes himself furiously. “Oh god, fuck, I—”
A final spurt arcs up to my breasts, and he leans forward, breathing harshly as he drags his cock through the liquid pooling on my stomach. “Fuck, Maeve—”
“Was that good?” I whisper, and his mouth twitches before he rolls carefully to one side, his jaw tight.
“I can’t laugh with these kinds of injuries,” he wheezes out, clearly struggling. “God, you’re going to fucking kill me.”
“Don’t say that!” I sit partway up with alarm, but his hand rests reassuringly on my hip as he gets himself back under control.
“I’m fine,” he says, breathing hard. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
He carefully gets up and comes back a moment later with a damp cloth. “As much as I like seeing you marked with my cum,” he says, gently tracing the cloth over my thighs and stomach, “I can’t leave you like this all night.”
A small part of me almost wishes he would, and the desire startles me. “I don’t want you to leave at all,” I say, startling myself again with the words, and Sean looks at me for a long moment before tossing the cloth in a hamper.
“Then I won’t,” he says simply, stretching out beside me on the bed again. “Not if you don’t want me to.”
It feels as if there might be some deeper meaning in the words, but I can’t find them right now. I’m too exhausted, my body wrecked in the wake of four orgasms and losing my virginity, and all I want to do is sleep.
I think Sean murmurs something else, but I don’t hear it. My eyes flutter closed, and I’m dead to the world in moments.