Sliding his hand up her waist he cupped her breast. Her tight nipple hardened further at the brush of his hand. Tight coils of need travelled from her breast to her pussy as he plucked and rolled the tender flesh between his thumb and fingers, catching her needy whimpers in his mouth.
Leaving her lips, he followed the line of her jaw, trailing kisses to her ear and down her neck. He swiped his tongue across the wildly beating pulse at the base of her neck, and her breath hitched as he tasted her.
“I need more,” he murmured against her neck.
Dear God, so did she.
Slipping his hand beneath her shirt, he palmed her breast, smiling against her skin as her nipple knotted and pressed eagerly into his palm. With a hurried motion he shoved the bra cup aside and rolled her tightened flesh between his callused thumb and forefinger, pinching gently and tugging.
The feel of his work-roughened hand on her body had her trembling. It was everything she could do not to beg for more. As it was, a breathy moan that barely sounded like her escaped her lips before she could stop it.
He brought his mouth to her ear and bit down on the lobe before whispering, “Remember all the times I made you come just by sucking your nipples?”
“Uh-huh,” she whimpered, her breathing shallow. Like she could forget that. The sound of him murmuring to her in Gaelic would drench her panties in nothing flat. God help her if he tried it now.
“Think I can still do it?”
She shivered at the brush of his lips against the outer shell of her ear. She met his heated gaze and drew a shuddering breath. Her tongue darted out to dampen her lips. “I think you could make me come just by talking.”
He plucked at the nipple he still held and his eyes glittered brightly at the challenge. “Shall I try, then?”
She trembled, clutching onto his waist. The way he looked at her, she felt like the floor was about to slide out from under her. Her fingers slipped beneath his waistband and she noticed his nostrils flare as he took a breath.
Sliding his free arm around her waist, he pulled her flush against him. His cock was a hard, thick ridge behind his jeans pressing against her belly.
She shifted and tried to pull him closer.
He grinned, his smile almost wicked. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”
Instead of responding, she dragged her fingers over his torso, stroking his chest, his back, anywhere she could reach. She wanted to make him as crazy with need as he made her.
“You should know,” he grated as she dropped eager kisses on his chest, “that as soon as I make you come, I’m going to spread those pretty thighs of yours and eat you until you come again.”
Something low in her abdomen fluttered and clenched at his coarse words.
“It’s been forever, but I can still remember the sweet taste of your cream.” He nipped at her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do you still like to have your pussy licked as much as you used to?”
She couldn’t catch her breath. His words wound around her, stroking her, promising her pleasure she’d only dreamed about for the past five years.
“I remember laying you down in the ruins and burying my head between your legs while your juices soaked the ground beneath us. Do you remember that, Beckett?”
Feeling her cheeks flame in embarrassment, she looked away, but he nipped at her lower lip and she met his eyes, trapping herself in his deep green gaze.
“Do you remember what it felt like to have my tongue and fingers inside you? Bringing you off? Do you remember how it felt to have my cock inside you?”
A fresh rush of moisture flooded her, dampening the insides of her thighs. Right. Like she could forget that. Leaning closer, she pushed aside the pendant that hung around his neck and closed her teeth around his nipple, biting gently.
Sliding his hand into the hair at her nape he tugged her head back. He held her motionless, consuming her with his gaze. “Keep that up, céadsearc, and I won’t last long enough to make you come before I take you.”
Céadsearc? Her breath stalled in her throat. Had he called her that from force of habit or did he still consider her his beloved? Her heart stuttered in her chest as she tried to force the stalled breath into her lungs.
He stared at her like he was starving. For her. She wished he’d just touch her already. Her breasts ached, swollen with need. She needed his mouth on her. Without giving herself time to change her mind, she grasped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor.
Kieran’s eyes darkened as he stared at her nearly bare flesh, his chest heaving.
She shifted under his intense gaze. She’d never stripped for anyone else and his intense perusal left her feeling suddenly nervous. She lifted her hand to cover her exposed breast, but he stopped her.
“Don’t,” he grated as he skimmed his hands along the curve of her waist, upward to unfasten her bra and slip it from her body. “I need to see you,” he whispered as the fabric fell from his hand. Reaching out, he snagged the button on her shorts and released the closure. “All of you.”
As the shorts dropped to the floor, he leaned forward and closed his lips around her nipple, sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth. Her back arched and she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him more tightly to her.
Kieran alternated between her breasts, devouring one, then the other. Desire slammed through her and her pussy ached with neglect. She needed him to fill the gnawing emptiness inside of her. She sighed. It was more than a physical void. Her heart was just as barren as her body, but with Kieran in her arms, that loneliness was beginning to ebb.
Beckett closed her eyes against the tears that gathered, reminding herself that her body was all he was interested in. They hadn’t gotten enough of one another before she left, and he was just making up for lost time. Hell, wasn’t she doing the same thing? She didn’t want anything permanent with him. She just wanted him to fuck her. And she’d repeat it to herself as often as it took to believe it.
Kieran lifted his head and stared into the eyes of the woman he’d feared he’d never see again. Sliding his hands through the strawberry-blonde silk of her hair, he held her captive for another kiss—laying claim to her body and soul. He still wanted to throttle her for the hell she’d put him through, but first he planned to bury himself between her legs until she screamed like a beansidhe. Sex first, fight later.
For so long he was convinced he’d never see her again. Never touch her. Never taste her. Never lose himself in her lush body. But now she opened for his kiss and pulled him closer. He could scarcely believe she was actually here, grinding against him, dragging her fingertips over his back, urging him closer. If he was any kind of decent, he’d tell her what awaited her in a few days’ time, but he couldn’t force his mouth to do anything other than worship at her body.
Her hand slipped under the waistband of his pants to stroke his skin. The sensation of her touch ratcheted through him. Her hands on his body felt better than anything he could recall in recent memory and he considered dropping trou to give her better access, but first he wanted to see her come.
Two minutes in her presence and he was reduced to nothing more than a randy school boy. He was pathetic. Irritation edged his lust. He wouldn’t be in this position had she stayed when he’d asked her. He’d begged her to stay. Begged her to return to him. He’d have followed her to the States if he could have. Hell, he’d tried to leave this godforsaken isle more than once only to have the geis—the fucking curse of the Faery King—rain down upon his head.
Willing away the pain of the past, he breathed her in and the scent of roses and sandalwood twined around him. Innocently erotic—just like Beckett. Well, like she’d been five years ago when he’d first taken her. Unease filtered through his awareness. Who knew what she was like now. She hadn’t been bound by the same curse he had. Tara had promised him Beckett didn’t have a lover now, but that didn’t mean she’d been without one since they’d been apart. Pain shot through him at
the thought of her with other men. He pushed it aside and focused on her—on this present moment.
“I know I promised I’d make you come with words alone, but I can’t keep my hands and mouth off you.”
A wry smile curved her lips. “Do you hear me complaining?”
He dropped to his knees, bringing his mouth even with her belly. The heady scent of her arousal drifted to him as he brushed his lips back and forth over her silk covered mound. His mouth watered with the need to taste her. Hooking his fingers in the elastic of her panties, he dragged the satiny fabric down her legs, loving the shiver that wracked her body.
Swallowing hard, he spread her lips with his thumbs and gazed at her. She was beautiful—pink and glistening. Leaning forward to taste her, he swiped his tongue through her gathering cream as she gripped his shoulders for balance.
“Kieran,” she groaned.
“I’m right here, céadsearc,” he murmured between tastes. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
Her juices spilled like honeyed wine across his lips. Thrumming his fingers over her clit, he darted his tongue into her snug passage as she thrust her hips against him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as tremors shot through her body. He welcomed the sharp bite of pain. It kept his focus on Beckett instead of spilling in his pants like an untried boy, but he was close. The taste of her made his cock throb and his balls pull up tight. He wanted nothing more than to drive inside her until they were both sated and breathless with exhaustion.
Five years worth of pent up longing and need raced through his body and he knew he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the bedroom that had been hers whenever she’d stayed with her aunt.
“But my clothes, what if Aunt Bridget comes back...”
Kicking the door shut, he tossed her on the bed, glorying in her nakedness. “I’m sure she’ll figure it out.”
She glanced once at the closed door before sitting up and unfastening his belt and unzipping his jeans. His cock sprung into her waiting hands and she brushed the leaking head across her lips, stopping briefly to lick the droplets of pre-cum from him before engulfing his head in the warmth of her mouth.
He heard his response as if it belonged to someone else. Teeth gritted, he inhaled sharply, his hands tangling in her hair. “Beckett,” he ground out.
Taking him from her mouth, she met his gaze, impish humour in her eyes. “Yes?”
He’d almost forgotten how much he loved her playful nature. Except for the aching in his gut to take her and the residual hurt at her refusal to speak with him before now, he could almost believe they hadn’t been apart for so long. But they had and there was plenty of lost time to make up for—particularly since she’d likely no longer be willing to speak to him after she found out what was in store for her.
Shoving the inevitable from his head, he sank to his knees and pushed her back to the bed as he pulled her legs over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a yelp.
Staring past the tight strawberry blonde curls that covered her mound, up the slope of her slightly rounded belly, past her pink-tipped breasts to meet eyes the colour of bluebells, he grinned. “What do you think I’m doing?”
Holding her gaze, he lowered his mouth to her slick sex and lapped at her sweet honey. He slid a finger into her sheath, nearly groaning when he felt how firmly she gripped him. He wasn’t going to last five seconds once he got inside her tight pussy. Gently, he added another finger and began to work in and out of her as she writhed beneath his touch.
Her skin flushed a deep pink as she thrust against him. “More Kieran. Harder, please.”
As if he’d deny her. He added a third finger and worked harder against her, pushing in and out while a fine sheen of perspiration broke out on her skin. Her cries made him long to drive his cock into her, but he wouldn’t—not until she came and came hard.
“I can’t wait to get inside you, céadsearc. I need to feel you come.”
She whimpered at his words, murmuring unintelligibly. As he watched, she fingered her own nipples, pinching and twisting them. Christ, she was fucking gorgeous.
He wished he had another set of hands to pleasure her with. Of course, in a few days’ time, they’d have exactly that. The King of the Sidhe would be joining them. Anger and unease twisted in his gut. He didn’t want to share the woman he loved with Aohdan. The bastard had made his life a living hell for the last five years and it didn’t look like he was about to stop any time soon.
Frustration drove Kieran and he finger fucked her harder. Her heels dug into his back and she pulled him more snugly against her pussy. She hovered on the edge of orgasm. He was beginning to think he needed her release almost as much as she did. He pulled her clit between his lips drawing on it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Her body bowed off the bed and she screamed out her completion.
Gently, he lapped up the juices that coated her cunt and thighs as her eyes slowly fluttered open. “Kieran, please...”
“Please what, love? I’m right here.”
She reached towards him. “I need you inside me. Now.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Letting her thighs fall from his shoulders to settle on the bed, he urged her to the middle of the mattress and covered her with his body. His cock settled heavily between her legs, slipping through the moisture pooling there. He wasn’t even inside her yet, and he was ready to come.
Beckett grabbed his ass and dug her nails in, urging him forward. Bracing his arms alongside her, he slammed into her, stopping as she gasped and stiffened beneath him.
Carefully, he brushed the hair from her eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
Lips pressed together, she shook her head. “No. It’s just been a while.” A shy smile curved her lips as she stared into his eyes. “Since that last night you and I spent at the ruins.”
He wondered if his relief was as evident as it felt. He hadn’t expected that she’d be faithful to him—after all, she’d left him, presumably to never return. But the fact that she hadn’t fucked anyone else gave him hope that she still loved him.
She shifted against him in a none-too-subtle hint. Slowly he withdrew, pulling against her grasping muscles before driving back in. Christ, how had he lived without this exquisite pleasure for so long? More blood surged to his cock as he swelled almost painfully within her. He ploughed forward again and again as he urged her legs around his waist. The angle of contact changed and he shafted her deeper, harder, gritting his teeth to keep from coming too soon.
The heavy pendant he wore dug into his sternum as he gathered her into his arms, moulding her body to his as he continued to bury himself, revelling in the welcoming clench of her pussy. Contractions rippled around his cock as her release rushed through her, shaking her violently as he held her.
She milked his cock relentlessly. Sharp sensation centred at the base of his spine then streaked outward along his limbs, pooling at the base of his skull before bursting through his cock. His orgasm shot through him, filling her in shuddering gushes.
Beckett clung to him as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Unwilling to pull from her warmth, he continued to hold her close as she toyed with the stone pendant that dangled between them. The words from the note he’d found with the necklace wound through his mind and he wondered if having Beckett in his arms again was due to the magic the note had promised.
A stone that’s blessed by lovers’ hands
To bless the wearer with a love that stands.
Through time and toil, no stopping fate
As lovers unite, no hand can break.
So take this token and wear it true,
Destiny awaits with love for you.
A favour I ask from you to me
Once blessed return my gift to the sea.
For others await the hand of fate
My blessing to love’s true mates.
It wasn’t any more ridiculous than being cursed by
the Faery King, he supposed. And he had put the damn thing on in hope that the spell would prove true. So far, so good. Beckett was naked in his arms and he didn’t have any intention of letting her out of this bed before he was damn good and ready.
Gently, he traced her mouth with the pad of his thumb, loving the way her lips parted as she stared at him. “Christ, I’ve missed you,” he breathed as he lowered his head for a kiss.
“I missed you, too,” she murmured against his mouth before surrendering and sliding her tongue into his mouth.
Despite the fact that they’d only just finished, he found himself hardening inside her again. He dragged open-mouthed kisses along her neck to the indentation behind her ear. She shivered and her nipples hardened into tight peaks that grazed his chest.
He flexed within her biting back a groan as her sheath rippled around him. As good as he felt right now, his anger still lurked beneath the surface tightening his skin with the same effect as a cold wind. Lifting his head he stared into her bottomless, blue eyes.
“Why?” He supposed he could have been more specific, but in the years he’d known her, Beckett had never had any trouble reading him.
She looked away.
“Why?” he asked again. “I ask you to marry me and you run away without a word. What the hell kind of answer is that?”
She pushed at his chest. “This is a mistake.”
Holding her face, he forced her to meet his gaze. “The fuck it is.”
She didn’t speak.
“How can this be a mistake? You’re all I’ve wanted for five bloody years.”
Her eyes clouded and she pressed her trembling lips together. His stomach dropped to the floorboards in the face of such bare desire and pain reflected back at him. He hadn’t suffered alone.
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