I run toward Ava at full speed. The lass ain’t got a single second to move as my arms swoop around her waist, and we go free falling over the ledge.
Well . . .
If wefeckingdie . . .
We die together. Ava’s Clan McFarland now anyway.
19
Ava
Hell is a long way down. You have a chance to contemplate the choices you made. Even wonder if hell wasn’t on earth to begin with, and once you descend to your final resting place, you’ll find heaven instead.
But that goes against my parents’ upbringing. Clapping jubilantly, Mama loved to stomp on the devil’s head at church. Thus, indicating that hell is down.
My beautiful, tattooed paradox holds tight to me. I can’t tell if I’m screaming. As we free fall, his eyes are on mine, and there’s the slightest cocksure smile on his face. Air slaps against my skin and my hoodie balloons around my stomach.
We break water. Pain from hitting the surface radiates through me. We plunge farther down into the ocean. This descent doesn’t last nearly as long. With Kieran still embracing me, we pop back up. The cool ocean waves lap against us.
The second I suck in air, Kieran’s mouth lands on mine. His kisses are desperate, controlling, begging for something.
Redemption.
As if only through the taste of my mouth, he’ll find redemption for every dark crime he’s committed. My name and the endearing moniker he forced upon me roll off his lips like a prayer for salvation.
“Eun beag, eun beag,”he whispers against my slick flesh, and I recall the term meantlittle bird.
In delirious confusion, my arms wrap around him, and we savor our version of heaven.
There’s only so much crazy achicacan take before she says, “Fuck it,” and embraces the madness:
The assault of his cock rams deliciously hard against my stomach.
The invasion of his tongue thrusting into and dominating my mouth.
All the crazy chaos wraps around me. I moan against his mouth. Darkness washes over the storm of uncertainty in Kieran’s hypnotic eyes. Before he can ask if I have another trick up my sleeve, my legs twine around him. I pull away from his lips long enough to rasp out, “I still hate you, Kieran. But I needthis.I want you like crazy right now but make no mistake. I’m not yours. Never will be.”
The chilly current rocks against us, but within Kieran’s formidable arms, I can’t claim to be cold. The fire between us burns hotter than the sun lifting off the edge of the ocean. Kieran expertly pulls me out of the hoodie, and a thermal stretches across my flesh like a second skin. I’m struggling to remove my pants when he helps me. Once we’re fully naked, his hand runs over the back of my neck, clutching the hair at my nape, while his tongue runs circles over my mouth. Had I never fallen for Adnan’s charm, I’d be Kieran’s slave, broken at the thought of him releasing me. But the thing is, I’m so far gone that I’m not even a fragment of the woman my parents once had blessed as an infant.
I moan, matching the vigor of his lips as the current pulls us toward the shore. My view of Kieran’s body on top of mine gets obstructed by my hair falling in my face. I push away the damp tresses, body digging farther into the wet sand. He escapes his linen shirt, tugging straight down the middle to pop the buttons. Kieran pushes his corded arms from each sleeve. I’m torn between the awe of his broad shoulders, muscular abdomen, and the dusting of hair on his hard chest. As sand cakes against my ass, back, and forearms, I lean on my elbows, mesmerized by him removing his jeans.
The thought of yielding almost hits hard. To surrender and not fight goes against every fiber of my being—until I set sights on his dick. It’s not insanely long, a good nine inches, I’m sure. But the thickness is a whole other story, comparable to the size of my wrists. As Kieran’s knees box me in, I instinctively reach up to hold the base of him, my finger and thumb taking on slow strokes.
He grouses against my neck, “What thefeckare you bloody doing to me, Ava?” He takes my palms, kisses the tips of my fingers. “These are magic hands.”
Uncomfortable by his praise, my lips pull in pensive. I squirm and moan as Kieran’s thick middle finger runs along my now wet slit. With fervor, he strokes my sensitive clitoris. Ecstasy hooding my eyes, I attempt to grasp at the clumps of smooth, muddied sand. My eyes open, and a loud yelp escapes my mouth. The beast buries a thick digit halfway into my channel. Opening wide, I offer more room for his invasion. Kieran’s mouth clamps my diamond-hard nipple. The combined sensation of thick fingers savagely working my g-spot and his sucking my breast overwhelms me. The salty water laps against my sides as I exhale, lying in the shallow water. Closing my eyes, I surrender to the overwhelming carnal pleasure.
“Kieran,” I call his name, caught off-guard by the surprising new sensation. The meaty crown of him has replaced his finger at the throbbing walls of my sex. I grit my teeth, expecting the unexpected. Mainly for the beast of a man who abducted me to tear my pussy to shreds. But his face drops against my breasts. He’s still, patient.
Oye, no. Don’t you dare beg, Ava. You have never begged. Just as I silently berate myself, uncontrollable moans escape my lips. I assume I’ll lose my mind due to the suspense when Kieran suddenly reaches up and nuzzles his nose at my neck. As he breathes me in, the full length of his shaft slides titillatingly slowly into my womanhood.
“Oh, Kieran,” I gasp. The sensation of his dick filling me up sends tears brimming in my eyes. Overwhelming sensations rock against me like the tiny waves rushing up to kiss my body. I let out a mewling whimper and hug his rugged body even tighter to my soft and welcoming one.
Gradually, Kieran’s thrusts increase in tempo and intensity. I’m calling his name on repeat as the waves rock against us. My screams match the pace of his thrusting into my pussy with added urgency.
The sun streams down, presenting a halo over Kieran’s dark, sexy, disheveled hair. My lower jaw starts to quiver, and my vision starts to blur as an orgasm rips through me.
I’d never imagined screwing a man at the base of a cliff on the beaches of Ireland. Watching in amazement as my parents jump from waterfalls in Belize as a child, I never imagined taking the plunge.