Destroy Me - Ella Sheridan Page 0,56

mouth to meet hers. “What do you need?”

She couldn’t help a strangled laugh. “Is that even a question?” She dug her fingers into his lean hips, wishing she had the courage to slide around and explore his backside the way he had hers. “You know what I need.” He had to. Because if he didn’t, she was going to do it herself, and her fingers would be a poor substitute for his cock; she knew that from experience.

He put one knee on the mattress and used the weight of his body to push her backward until she collapsed onto the bed. “I’ll tell you what I need,” he said.

She might not live through that, but she didn’t argue, merely scrambled toward the head of the bed, her mouth going dry. “What’s that?”

This time it was Fionn doing the stalking, his eyes dark and intent, his body overwhelming, his cock thick and rock-hard where it dangled between his thighs. “I need to feck you. I need to push inside that body until you glove me tighter than anyone has before; I know you will. I know you’ll feel so good I’ll be breakin’ a sweat tryin’ to hold back, tryin’ to take it slow.” His accent thickened as he crawled over her legs. “I want to suck those pretty tits and feel you clench around me, feel you flood me with your pleasure, feel how slick and hot and tight you’ll get right as you’re about to come on my cock.”

He was above her chest now, his knees planting between hers, forcing them apart. Forcing her to give him access, to show him the most intimate part of herself. To trust him not to hurt her, to take care of her. And she wanted the same, no matter how hard her heart was beating or how tight her stomach suddenly was.

“I need to shove myself deep right as you let go, feel those muscles milk me.” He leaned right over her, his mouth coming to brush hers ever so gently. “And then I need to do it all over again.”

God, yes.

She couldn’t wait for him—she grabbed his head and brought it to hers. Her mouth opened to just the right angle, fitting to his, allowing his tongue inside like she’d kissed him a thousand times. In her dreams she had, but nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared her for the reality of Fionn’s gravelly voice in her ears, his tongue in her mouth, his stubble rasping her sensitive skin. His body coming down over hers. His weight was the best thing she’d ever felt in her life—until the head of his cock grazed her clit. She cried out into his mouth, her eyes going wide.

Fionn’s smile was the slightest bit strained. “I’ve got you, love. Don’t you be worryin’.”

He shifted to one side and reached for the nightstand. Inside the drawer he grabbed a small foil packet—a condom. The thought of birth control hadn’t even entered her mind. Stupid. But Fionn was taking care of her, just like she’d known he would.

A few seconds of fiddling and he got the condom on. She sucked in a breath, preparing for pain when he entered her, but not yet. Instead he leveraged a bit off her and brought his mouth to her breast again. Nipping and sucking. Biting. Exploring. Her eyes rolled back in her head—he was so good at that, it made her want to cry. And beg. And scream in pleasure. She couldn’t believe it could possibly get better.

Until his fingers slid along her slit, opening her up.

“Oh!”

Sharp teeth scraped her nipple. Two fingers began a slow massage around her clit.

“Fionn!” Her legs fell open without her command, opening her body even more, exposing herself to anything he wanted to do. Anything, if he just kept making her feel this way. “More, please. Please.”

“There’s always more where that came from, pretty wan. Always.” His fingers slipped inside her, just barely, pulled back out, circled her clit. Over and over and over, deeper and deeper each time. When she tensed in discomfort, he moved to her other breast and sucked her in, hard, until she moaned and arched her hips into his touch. Till she begged.

Then he pushed all the way inside. Deep, just like he’d promised. He felt too thick, too long inside her—why were men’s hands so big?—but she clutched his head to her breast and raised her hips to meet him, wanting it, needing to get through this part