Chapter 26
For a moment, I honestly thought I was still dreaming, Croía is straddling me, almost completely naked.
Her eyes meet mine, and in them I see something raw, something real.
Vulnerability laced with a hunger she doesn’t bother to hide.
My head spins as my breath gets lodged in my throat.
She looks like a goddess risen from the ashes of hell, bruised, and battered, but more powerful despite it.
Desire and want floods my veins and I would give everything just to taste more of her mouth. However, right now I need more than just her kisses. Teastaíonn níos mó uaithi uaim. (I need more of her.)
I pull back from her slightly, just enough to meet her eyes. They're dark and dilate.
Without another moment of hesitation, I tug my pants down and my cock springs free, as though she’s daring me to lose control.
My breath hitches. Fuck, I’ve never wanted anything so badly.
I don’t miss the look in her eye, a molten mix of hunger and lust, as if she’s starving for something only, I can give her.
Beginning at her thigh, I roughly plant kisses, trailing up toward her pussy.
Her skin tastes exactly how I imagined, sinful and heavenly at the same time.
I could come with just her taste alone. She moans loudly when I press my nose to her clit.
The sound explodes in my ears, sharp and disorienting, making my vision blur and my body jolt as if I’ve been hit by a shockwave.
Suddenly, Croía retreats backward, shock and disgust darkening her features.
Her hands tremble slightly as she pulls the sheet around her bare chest, retreating further until her back presses against the headboard.
“I’m sorry, I can’t… it’s my scream, it can kill you” she says, her voice brittle and raw. Her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” I say softly, desperate to reach her through the storm brewing behind her eyes. “It’s nothing we can’t work around.”
“Work around,” she scoffs, her voice thick with disbelief. “How?”
A thought springs to my mind, and I rise from the bed, tugging my pants back up as I press a firm kiss to her forehead. “Give me one second,” I say, my voice low, laced with resolve.
With a sense of determination hardening every step, I make my way into the kitchen, rifling through drawers and cupboards as though I’m a man on a mission. When I finally find something we can use, I tuck it into my waistband.
Eager to get back, I tear through the hallway like I’m possessed. Hoping Croía hasn’t begun second guessing in the whole thirty seconds I've been gone.
My breath catches the moment I step back into the room.
Croía stands naked, her beautiful body on full display.
She turns her head toward me and her gaze locks on mine.
It’s still burning with an unshaken mix of desire and hunger that pins me in place.
My pulse hammers in my ears as I cross the space between us, as though I’m a predator closing in.
Her chest rises and falls, and I can almost taste the heat radiating from her skin.
Every step I take feels like another thread snapping between restraint and surrender.
A sharp intake of breath escapes her lips when my hand closes around her throat, tight enough to warn, but loose enough to let her breathe.
“Be a good girl for me and open wide.” I force the words past my teeth, choking back the surge of desire clawing its way up.
She drags her teeth over her bottom lip, slowly, as if she’s toying with the thought of disobedience.
My restraint is fraying rapidly. So, I drag her closer, my fingers locked at the nape of her neck, forcing her into my space until her chest brushes mine.
Her pulse thrums against my palm and her nipples harden.
I hover my mouth over hers and her breath ghosts over my lips.
I can taste the defiance in it, sweet and sharp like blood on my tongue.
Without a word, I roll my hips against her core in a slow, deliberate grind.
Her moan vibrates through the space between us, low, needy, and highly dangerous.
“If we’re going to do this, I’m going to need you to open that pretty little mouth of yours.
” I command, my voice edged with hunger, hoping this time she’ll obey.
Being the goddess she is, she steps back and parts her lips, staring at me with a desire that makes the air thrum with tension.
I yank the dishcloth free from my waistband and roll it tightly along its length.
My cock hardens at the sight of her as I press the rolled dishcloth into her mouth, forcing her lips to stretch around it.
If I wasn’t hard before I definitely am now, because Croía moans as I tie the ends tightly behind her head, and it sends a wave of pleasure through me.
With a dangerous hunger twisting in my gut, I step back, letting my eyes roam over her.
I stare as the fabric digs slightly into her skin, muffling any sound.
Fuck me… she makes my mouth water with a feral, almost predatory desire.
I trail my fingers down her arms, backing her toward the bed.
Then I ease her onto the mattress, my body following hers.