Chapter 9 Faina
FAINA
This must be a dream. One minute, I’m struggling to stay upright as the strongest orgasm I’ve had in months courses through my body and the next, Cian is scooping me up in his arms and carrying me through to the bedroom.
Soaked bodies be damned, the heat rising between us turns the water to steam as Cian’s body covers mine and he kisses me hungrily.
I thread my fingers through his damp hair and my mind, while being melted from pleasure, tries to form some kind of question. I want to ask him why, what brought this on, and if it’s as important as it feels or just sex, but these words don’t make it past my lips.
Only a moan does when Cian breaks the kiss and nibbles down my jaw to my throat.
He focuses briefly on the soft spot just below my ear, which sends tingling sensations swirling through my entire body, then I toss my head back and forth on the sheets as he kisses down further.
Over my breasts, sucking briefly on my nipples, then down across my abdomen until he’s buried beneath my thighs.
I try once again to speak but suddenly, Cian’s hot, soft tongue is pressed against my pussy and my mind goes completely blank.
Sinking back down onto the bed, I bow my back and moan softly while his tongue laps back and forth through my folds with an eagerness he’s never displayed before.
Sure, he’s always been very eager to eat me out, but this feels different.
It’s like he’s trying to tease every inch of me and lock it into his memory.
My legs drape over his shoulders as he shifts back and forth, shoving his face firmly between my legs.
His tongue alternates between flat and soft, and firm and pointed when he licks over my clit and hums slightly.
Those subtle vibrations make me melt when he sucks gently at my clit and thrusts two fingers deep inside my aching core.
I’m melting. I’m a puddle of pleasure and desire with no strength to resist anything but the ecstasy coursing through me.
My thighs close around Cian’s head and one of his arms encircles my thigh to keep me close and pressed against him.
Between the thrusting of his fingers and the acute attention of his tongue, I fall apart and come with a loud cry that I try to muffle with my fingers.
I fail, not that I care. By the time each rippling wave of pleasure has faded, I’m breathless and boneless.
Cian reappears over me and kisses me deeply, sharing my taste with me and gathering me in my arms. Before long, he’s back inside me and we fuck until the sun is creeping over the horizon.
My body sings high with pleasure, my skin tingles with every kiss and bite he covers me in, and when sleep finally takes us both to a place of peace while still tangled in one another’s arms, I feel happy.
For the first time in far too long.
Sleep fades a few hours later when an aching urge to relieve myself rises.
Stirring, my legs stretch out alongside Cian’s.
His arm rests heavily across my waist and his face tucks gently into my shoulder.
He’s sleeping peacefully without a hint of his earlier nightmare harming his features.
I could lie here forever and stay with him, but I really need to pee.
Untangling from his arms, I move as gently as I can so that he continues to sleep and hurry off to the bathroom.
After doing my business, I catch sight of myself in the mirror and the first tingles of doubt warm my gut.
A couple of hickeys warm my throat, and a few dust across my breasts from where Cian lavished so much attention.
My hips carry that delicious post-fuck ache and my thighs still warm to the feel of his face buried between them.
But what does this mean? We’d been arguing the hour before and then suddenly, we fell into bed with one another.
Did I do something terrible?
Leaving the bathroom, I hesitate in the doorway and watch Cian sleep with the soft glow of the morning sun gradually rising and caressing his body.
His left leg is flung out of the covers and for the first time, I get a decent look at the thick, twisted scarring that covers his thigh and shin.
I can’t fathom the full details of what he told me last night.
I thought I had a strong stomach but it seems when it involves someone I care about, I turn to complete mush.
It’s bad enough that he got hit by a car, but to use those injuries against him is another type of twisted.
There’s a shadow of a bruise forming on his ribs from where he got caught under yesterday’s stampede, and tension forms in my chest as I study it.
Then up to his black flower tattoo that starts below his right ear and sweeps down his neck to meet with some tribal flames on his shoulder.
There, the tattoo twists around fresh scars on his bicep.
In such a short time, he’s become such a completely different man from the one I fell in love with last summer.
And yet he’s the same.
But doubt worms in my gut while I pick up my underwear.
Did I take advantage of how vulnerable he was feeling last night?
Was sleeping with him the right thing to do?
Sure, he’s sleeping calmly now, but we’ve opened up a can of worms that very clearly felt off the table.
Maybe I should have rejected his advances.
Would that have been the better thing to do?
A selfish part of me that deeply enjoyed last night screams No in the back of my mind. I dress quickly while debating how best to handle the conversation when he wakes up, but it’s hard to ignore the pull of my fight or flight.
I have enough information that I could leave and continue the search without him.
No. I discard that thought almost instantly.
I care too much to leave him behind, and doing this without him would mean I’m also worrying about what he’s doing behind me.
Fully dressed, I quietly call down for coffee and then check the laptop.
The money we’re tracking is still in Spain and we need to catch a ferry across the water to Valencia in a couple of hours.
If we’re lucky, the people after us will still be scrambling to search for us in Italy, but that won’t last forever.
Time to bite the bullet.
“Cian?” Touching his warm shoulder, I gently shake him. “Cian?”
He opens his eyes slowly and for a moment I’m staring down into deep, forest-green eyes with the strongest urge to kiss him. “Faina?”
“It’s light. Sorry, but we have a ferry to catch in ninety minutes. It’s time to go.”