Chapter Thirty #2
Reagan’s nipples were hard, like pointed tips of a diamond.
I needed to taste one, so I lifted her off the floor, then raised her enough to allow me to bury my head against her.
Pushing the sides of her breasts together, I kissed, licked, and bit my way from one to the other, stopping to draw a hardened peak into my mouth.
I would pull, clamp down on it, then lave the tight bud, before releasing it from my mouth with a wet pop.
“I need you so badly, Cillian,” she cried out between her gasps and moans. “Make love to me.”
Unlike my grandfather’s wishes, hers were my command.
The sour tastes of betrayal and regret surrounded us like a cocoon, but there was plenty of time to deal with all of it later.
For now, I needed to feel her body on mine.
I needed to be inside of her. And more importantly, I needed to hear her tell me that she loved me.
..That she forgave me for my weakness...
My fingers slipped between our bodies, then between her thighs. She was still wet from the earlier orgasm, and I wanted to give her another. I needed to. The urge was like a second heartbeat throbbing in my ear. I slid two fingers into her and realized how tight she was. I then added a third.
She gasped out my name, but rode my fingers as they returned to the one spot I used to hit night after night.
Reagan was squirming, practically trying to climb the wall as she squeezed her eyelids closed.
Her face contorted in pleasure was a thing of beauty, and something I had imagined repeatedly over the years.
Only, she was no longer seventeen like I had been.
She had matured into an even more stunningly beautiful woman, and one word came to mind.
“Mine,” I rasped out just as her pussy clamped down around my fingers and she came.
“Yours, Cillian. I’ve always only been yours.”
A growl was ripped from my throat, and tearing my fingers away from her, I quickly carried her over to the bed, then dropped her down atop it. I couldn’t get my pants off fast enough, but as soon as I did, I climbed back over her.
“I need to taste you,” she told me, and sensing the urgency in her voice, I rolled over onto my back.
Reagan moved down my body, and the moment her hands wrapped around my cock, I nearly came. The only thing stopping me was the promise of that sweet mouth of hers. I’d ached to feel it again, even bargaining with a God I doubted existed, for one more night with her.
She didn’t waste any time as she covered the tip with her warm mouth, then took me down to her throat.
This was Heaven, but also Hell, because all I wanted to do was pin her down to fuck her the way I needed to fuck her.
But I needed to give her this, and I would for as long as my restraint would allow.
She used her hand to cover where her mouth couldn’t, and the constant suction and slight grazing of her teeth had me even more ready to climax.
I would have no problem filling it with my cum, but the first orgasm tonight would need to be inside of her pussy.
She had other ideas, and as my willpower lessened to an almost perilous point, I wrapped one hand in her hair, then pulled her off me.
“Fuck, the things you do to me. Still. After all of this time,” I rasped.
She smiled down at me, then placed her palms flat against my chest as she positioned herself over my cock. The moment she impaled herself, I quickly closed my eyes. “Anamchara!”
She began to move, and it was even better than I had remembered it. I reopened my eyes, and as she continued to stare down at me, I brought one hand up to caress the side of her face.
“You’ve always been my soulmate, Reagan. The very first person I’d ever truly loved. And after all this time, you’re still the only woman I’ve ever loved.”
“Cillian,” she sobbed as she said my name. “You’re the only man I’ve ever loved, too.”
Her admission did something to me. Awakening a possessiveness I had doubted existed, I flipped her underneath me, then began to drive into her. She raised her hands up above her head as she stretched herself taut. This is all I had dreamed about forever, but I needed more.
No matter how close I gathered her to me though, I couldn't touch her enough...
No matter how deep I went inside of her, I couldn’t get deep enough...
No matter how hard and fast I fucked her, this desperation inside of me just built higher...
I was now covering her body completely with mine, our arms fully aligned as I held her hands and pounded into her. Her cries were going to be my undoing. They echoed not just in this room, but in my head, only no longer in memory form.
“I love you, Anamchara,” I rasped against her flesh as I kissed up her chin and across her jawline. “So fucking much. Promise me that you’ll never leave me again.”
“Never, Cillian. I couldn’t even if I tried because I love—”
I let out a guttural groan as I slammed into her a final time, this time triggering a climax for the both of us.
Her entire body tensed up, as did mine, and I had to force myself to move as I had seven long years of pain and heartbreak to release.
..Seven long years of pent up frustration to unleash.
..Most importantly, I had seven long years of love to reclaim, and I did with every ounce of my seed that I spilled into her.
Eventually, her body went lax, and I rolled off her to not risk hurting her.
As soon as I did, she draped herself over my body.
As her leg rested on me, a perverse sense of satisfaction filled me when I felt the stickiness of our combined release dripping onto my flesh.
We lay like that for several long minutes with nothing but the heavy sounds of our breathing to break up the silence in the space.
“Please don’t hate me tomorrow. Don’t let me wake up and have this all be a dream,” she murmured drowsily against me.
I wrapped my arms tightly around her. “As I’ve already said before, you couldn’t leave even if you wanted—”
“I never want to leave your arms again.”
“Good,” I said as I placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Because I don’t plan to let you. You’re mine, now and forever. Get some sleep,” I whispered to her, especially because once I got my second wind, she would need it.