Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-nine
Zara
It started with kissing. Cormac’s lips were my new favorite place. His mouth was soft and warm and tireless. So very giving. His tongue licked along mine, gathering me up and keeping me close.
Kissing him was as natural and familiar as it was exciting. An adventure I knew without a doubt I’d be safe and free to explore—to let loose and be myself.
He pulled me on top of him, skin to skin. His big hands covered my back then roved lower, carving around my shape. I kept finding my fingers dancing along the words on his collarbone—our words.
We matched.
It was a heady thing, seeing part of our insides etched like artwork on the outside. And his was so visible to anyone who got close to him.
A swift kick of jealousy almost took my breath away. Had Victoria touched her lips to my words?
Cormac brought me back from my inner spiral, reminding me I was the one touching him, and he was the one touching me. Holding me. Kissing my breath away. Until I was convinced my lungs had always been useless anyway.
Then kissing me more.
My skin crawled and tightened, and my insides swelled to bursting.
I squirmed, needing to move, to taste and touch and give.
He let my mouth go to inhale deeply, and I slid down his torso, dragging my teeth and lips along his skin, licking his nipples and rubbing my face against the soft hair on the center of his chest.
I followed the trail of dark hair in the divot of his taut stomach, tasting it with my lips and tongue, and Cormac dragged his fingers through my hair, combing it. When I looked up at him, I found him watching me.
“Zara,” he whispered.
I pushed his legs apart to kneel between them, taking his heavy cock in my hand. He stopped breathing, the muscles in his abdomen clenching tight.
“Can I?”
“Anything you want. I’m yours,” he gritted out.
If only…
Holding his cock away from his stomach, I lowered my mouth over his wide, swollen head, taking him between my lips. A rush of air left him, followed by a low, mournful moan, and it was all I needed to keep going.
My nose hit his nest of curls, and I inhaled, taking in his scent. He smelled like my bodywash, and beneath it, his own unique smell. Fresh and musky. Clean air and the earth.
“Zara,” he groaned. “Oh god, sweetheart…”
He jerked in my mouth but kept his hips on the mattress, letting me go at my own pace. It was nice and all, but we’d held back too long; I didn’t want that anymore, not with Cormac.
Keeping him in my hand, I pulled off him. “Move with me. I want to know what you like—what makes you feel good.”
“Anything you do feels good,” he answered tightly.
I licked a line up his length. “You don’t want to go deeper—don’t want to hold on to my hair and fuck my mouth a little?”
His eyes slammed shut. “You can’t say that.”
My heart dropped. Had I read him wrong? “You don’t want me talking that way?”
He shook his head. “You don’t stop, I’m going to come so fast. Seeing you is enough. Hearing you like that…it’s too damn much. I’m not strong enough to take it.”
Breathing a laugh, I rubbed my lips against his head. “We won’t talk about it then. Just know, I want you to move with me. No holding back.”
Then I took him deep in one smooth slide.
His entire body shuddered beneath me as he leaked and pulsed on my tongue, each drag of my mouth making him groan like he was dying.
It didn’t take long for his fingers to work through my hair as his hips began to move with me.
He didn’t get rough. He wasn’t demanding.
He was right there with me, both of us taking and giving.
I didn’t want to stop. I could have kept going all night, hearing his helpless moans, feeling him deep in my throat, knowing how much he was loving it.
I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache, but it was no use.
I was heavy and wet and half mad, but Cormac’s deep thrusts pulled me away from thoughts of my own body to give everything to him.
“That’s so good,” he panted. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
I had no intention of stopping.
I slid my hand under his cock to cup his balls, rolling them in my palm, then dragged a finger along the sensitive skin beneath. He jerked hard, hitting the end of my throat. I sputtered and coughed, but I didn’t let him go.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m sorry,” he cried, pushing into my mouth. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart. I’m gonna—”
I took him deep, my pulse kicking as he stilled on my tongue. The salty taste of his release flooded my mouth; I swallowed again and again. Stretching my arm along his torso, I lay my palm over his hammering heart. His hand fell over mine, clutching it tight as his orgasm went on and on.
Finally, he went slack, and I crawled over him, pressing my tingling lips to his. He cupped my head, prying my mouth open with his tongue to sweep it inside, and kissed me without mercy, long and wet and thorough as could be.
Without warning, he reversed our positions. His fingers between my legs, his mouth on my breasts, he opened wide, taking as much as he could. He sucked me deep, rolling his tongue over my pebbled nipple as he pressed on my clit, his fingers circling it tightly.
I clutched his head to my chest and rocked with his hand, so close to the edge it was painful. He moved to my other breast, sucking my nipple as far as it would go, and I moaned. My pleasure was his.
“Cormac,” I cried, my spine bowing. “Please.”
“I’ve got you.” His hot breath hit my throat. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let go.”
The vibration of his deep croon running through my body did it. Heat flooded my belly, bursting through like a tidal wave, and I flew. Writhing. Shaking. I came on his hand, his body the only thing holding mine down, and clawed at his shoulders, pulling him on top of me, my mouth searching out his.
Connected, our kiss was messy and fierce. Tongues and teeth and puffy lips melding with frantic need.
I opened my legs for him. “Inside.”
He shook his head. “Not without a condom.”
I flung my arm toward my nightstand. “In there. I got them for us.”
He yanked the drawer open, ripped open the box, and snagged a foil packet. Then I had to let him go so he could pull back and roll the condom down his length.
He was back in no time, pressing his tip against my opening. “Ready for me?”
I lifted my legs, giving him room. “So ready. I want you, Cormac. Please give me you.”
“You’ve got me.” He pushed inside, and he did not stop until I was so full I couldn’t breathe. “You’ve got all of me, sweetheart.”
I brought my hands to his face, cupping his jaw. He went still inside me, my inner walls stretching and fluttering around him. Having him there, deeply connected with my body, was surreal and beautiful and exactly right.
“You feel so good,” I rushed out. “So, so good.”
His forehead dropped to mine as he exhaled. “There are no words.”
And there weren’t. There was only the shared heat between us. The way his control was so tight, I could feel it in the tension of his body. The careful stillness, like he was containing something bigger than either of us.
“You don’t have to say anything.” I pressed my heels against his ass, urging him closer, deeper into the moment. “Just move, please. Let me feel you moving inside me. That’s all I need.”
He started slow. So slow. A measured shift made my breath hitch and my toes curl as he watched me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Cormac was a big man, but I was so turned on, so present, so wanting, my body bloomed, letting him inside.
I nodded over and over. Lifting up, I kissed his mouth, his cheek, whatever I could reach. I whispered how good he felt, how much I wanted him, my hands roaming his arms, his back, tracing his ridges and planes.
And he never looked away. Not once.
I’d never felt so safe or wanted.
And that made me climb higher, desperate for more.
“Baby,” I rasped. “Please, please stop holding back.”
He shook his head. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t, you won’t, you won’t.” I clutched his hair, giving it a tug so he could feel how serious I was. “I promise you won’t. I want you.”
His brow dropped low, and his mouth set into a hard line. The careful restraint in his shoulders fractured. Blue eyes turned from ice into the purest flame. Heat climbed up his neck and into his cheeks until the tremble in his arms was no longer control.
It was release.
He pulled his hips back then snapped forward in one powerful thrust, and my body answered instinctively, gasping, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Yes,” I breathed. “More.”
He gave me another and another, deep and slow, watching me each time he speared into me, his hesitation lessening with every thrust. Every time I moaned and told him it felt incredible, he moved a little faster, let his hands wander over me, cupping my breasts and down my sides.
Finally, we found our rhythm, moving together at a pace that left us both panting.
The bed creaked beneath us, our breathing ragged and uneven, the air thick and warm.
Sweat gathered at his hairline and along my spine.
The world narrowed to the heat between us, the press of his chest, the way his name sounded falling from my mouth.
Cormac gave up fighting the pull between us and fucked me like he meant it, his hands sliding beneath my ass so he could take me deeper, and everything fell away except our connection.
Meeting, colliding, retreating, coming back together.
Over and over. Until we were desperate, writhing together, clutching at each other.
Our mouths slid, wet and frantic. My teeth snagged his lip, and his tongue delved deep into my mouth.
Tension mounted low in my belly with every sharp plunge of his cock.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
This man, this beautiful man of mine, had transformed into a magnificent beast, powerful muscles flexing as he held my hips where he wanted them, my body entirely under his control.
Rivulets of sweat made their way from his corded neck to his chest, and his eyes were on fire, no doubt that flame was for me.
He pushed back onto his knees, suspending my lower body in the air. His thumb moved over my clit, rolling it in tight circles as he fucked me. Once, twice, three times—was all it took for me to lose it.
A veil of pleasure fell over me. My neck arched, and my mouth fell open in a wild cry.
My eyes went hot and gritty as I came and came.
Something inside me gave way. Some tight, invisible cord I hadn’t known was there, keeping me braced and bound.
It snapped clean, and I was unmoored. Weightless. Uncontained. Flying free.
The intensity was frightening, and the bright, electric rush following was dangerous in how much I immediately wanted it again.
“Zara.”
My eyes flew open, but my vision was blurry, wet with tears.
Cormac’s expression crumpled with concern, but it was too late. He threw his head back and groaned like he was breaking in two, his cock finding my end and planting as he shook, my name cracking from his lips.
I reached for his neck, pulling him until he fell on top of me, then buried my face as he nuzzled his nose against my hair. I’d never thought of myself as a clingy person, but I held on tight to him then.
He turned his head, his mouth beside my ear. “Are you crying?”
“I didn’t mean to.” I let out a wet laugh. “I don’t know what that’s about.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No way. Not even a little bit.” He tried to pull back, but I held him tighter. “Don’t move yet. I feel a little silly and embarrassed, and I’m not ready for you to look at me.”
His sigh was hot and heavy against my skin. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. That was…damn, I might’ve been close to tears myself.”
“You were not.” I couldn’t keep from smiling, even if he was just trying to make me feel better. “I think I’ve got a handle on myself now.”
He gave me a squeeze, and this time when he pulled away, I let him. He didn’t go far, though, rolling to his side next to me.
I smiled.
He smiled back.
And everything was right.