I know one thing for sure now: no matter what happens between us, I’m not going back to Tristan.
My father is safe and away from him, which means the power he has held over me all these years is gone.
Do I still fear the man?
Yes. Of course. Fear’s not the type of thing that just goes away at the snap of a finger.
It lives inside your body, and even if your mind tells you there’s nothing to be afraid of, your bones remember.
But things are different now.
“I wish I’d been a virgin when we met,” Cillian says unexpectedly.
I do a double take. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do,” he replies. “I’ve slept with a lot of different women, Saoirse. But none of them—not even one—has meant anything to me.”
I want desperately to believe that.
“You don’t believe me?” he asks, reading my mind again. “Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m not telling you the truth.”
I shake my head. “Not every woman you were with could have been horrible.”
“They weren’t,” Cillian says. “In fact, a few were wonderful. They just… weren’t you.”
My hands snake up his chest and I run my fingertip along his jaw. “I’ve missed you so much, Cillian.”
“I’ve missed you, Saoirse.”
And then I silence him with a kiss.
He removes my clothes gently, carefully. I remove his in the same way. Then he scoops me up in his arms and wraps my leg around his waist.
We stumble to the bed and I fall back as he climbs on top of me. His cock presses against my thigh as he starts kissing from my ear to my neck.
He takes his time, moving slowly back down my body until he lands on my nipples. He sucks them both, one at a time at first and then together.
My legs start to quiver as I moisten under his tongue. It’s been so long since a man has gone down on me. And then I realize that the last and only man to ever go down on me was… him.
I’m about to tell him that, but then he kisses the inside of my thigh and I gasp.
He pushes my legs apart and settles between them. I look up in time to watch his head dip down. A second later, a pulse of pleasure weaves through my body as his tongue runs up and down my slit.
I moan. I call out his name. I clutch the sheets on either side of the bed.
He grips my thighs hard as he pushes his tongue inside me and starts exploring. I arch my back the deeper he goes, but my eyes pop open when his tongue circles around my clit.
“Oh God…” I gasp. “Cillian, oh God…”
He ignores me and keeps going, eating me out until my body is trembling. I feel like I’m just one giant nerve ending, sensitive to every tiny scrap of friction.
It doesn’t take long to send me tumbling over the edge. “Cillian!” I cry out as I come on his face.
I’m racked from head to toe with trembles that intensify more and more and more. The seconds stretch like eternities.
Before I can fully recover, he’s rising above me, settling over me.
I feel his cock at my entrance. I’m so wet, still recovering from my orgasm, that it takes only the slightest bit of pressure to help him slip inside me.