Her body convulses for a moment and she gasps out as I slide deep into her beautiful wetness. She feels so fucking good that it takes all my willpower not to lose it then and there.
Breathe, you bastard, I roar at myself in my head. Kiss her. Hold her. Make this count.
So I do just that.
I bury my face in her neck and breathe in the heady scent of her.
I maintain a steady rhythm of thrusting until I have control of myself again. Then I let my lips explore down to her beautiful full breasts and the taut pink nipples at their center.
I nip the right one into my mouth and suck on her gently. She gasps at the sensation, her nails digging into my back and snaking down to my ass as I ram myself into her.
Harder with each jerk of the hips.
Harder.
Harder.
I don’t know how I’m holding onto my orgasm. How I’m managing to rein it in. Maybe it’s because the angel beneath me makes me want to fuck endlessly until I die of exhaustion.
“Oh, God, Cillian…” she says suddenly, her eyes flying open.
The way she says my name... It’s almost as though she’s been holding it in this whole time.
But with each thrust, it’s getting more and more difficult for her to do that. She’s bucking beneath me now, trying to pull me deeper, deeper, deeper.
I meet her gaze and I feel that same irrevocable connection that I felt thirteen years ago.
It’s still there, lying between us.
It was always there.
With our eyes on each other, I feel her tighten around me, choking my cock with the force of her orgasm.
Her hands skitter in my hair. “Cillian…!” she half-moans, half-cries.
One more thrust undoes her.
The moment I feel her release, I let myself go, too.
We spasm against each other, each a victim to the most powerful orgasm we’ve ever had. It rocks me from head to toe as she clings tight to me and I cling tight to her.
And then—slowly, slowly—it ebbs and leaves us spent and sighing.
I’m still trying to get my breathing back to normal when I hear her whispering into my shoulder blade.
I give her cheek a kiss and raise my head.
Her blue eyes swim with hope. “Cillian,” she says again. It’s enough to make me fucking hard all over again. “There’s nothing for us in Ireland anymore. Nothing but danger and pain. Let’s just leave. Get out of here like we planned. We can disappear.”
I stare at her, feeling strangled by her words.
They bring me as much joy as they do pain.
“Saoirse…”
I’m still inside her, but I’m deflating now under the weight of her words.
She’s looking right at me. And there’s nowhere to hide.