drive her insane before it worked its magic on me.
After a handful of seconds, her nails dug harder into the balls of my shoulders, and a frustrated groan escaped her parted lips as she ground out, “Move! Please. Please.”
I smirked at her, keeping my weight off her by propping my fists on either side of her head.
“That’s what I like to hear. My girl begging.”
Her pupils dilated before sliding into tiny pinpricks. She was a junkie for my cock, and I didn’t want her any other way.
I could almost see the creature inside her respond to my words, the beast of her own that needed to be possessed by me. That wanted to be spanked and fucked, used and tormented by me and only me.
She was mine as I was hers.
Forever.
An idea bloomed to life at the back of my mind, but that was for another time. Another place.
“Do you want my cock, Aoife?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“How badly do you want it?”
“Like I need my next breath.”
I tutted. “And what if I took that next breath?” I asked slyly, reaching down to cup her throat. Gently, I squeezed, placing pressure there to restrict the flow of air.
Her eyes widened a second before she tilted her head back, giving herself to me, giving me everything she had to give. God, this woman.
I wasn’t rough with her, not with this. Within my hand, I held her very life, and she didn’t shy away from it. Didn’t tense or tighten up.
Shifting on the bed, taking some of my weight on my knees, I reached for one of her hands and motioned so she could cup my throat too.
“The air I breathe,” I whispered as those slender fingers gripped me, “belongs to you.”
Her lips trembled. “The air I breathe belongs to you,” she repeated, her thumb stroking my Adam’s apple as she said the words.
We stayed like that for endless seconds, and then I gently gripped her hand and tugged it away, even as I moved my own.
“I want that on your skin,” I whispered. “On mine too.”
“A tattoo?” Her head tilted to the side. “Thought you didn’t like them.”
I dipped my chin. “I don’t. But fair’s fair. Everyone will know you’re mine then.”
She grinned at me. “And they’ll know you’re mine too. Although, I think they might know that after the wedding. I don’t think it could have been made more public that Finn O’Grady is taken now.”
My lips curved. “I was taken the moment I walked into that tea room and I laid eyes on you.”
Her breath stuttered. “Really?”
“Truly.” Christ, it had happened before then. That first time I’d seen her picture I’d been a goner.
Shit, Conor wasn’t wrong. I was whipped.
Bending down, I pressed my weight onto her. Covering her for the first time in far too long.
She hadn’t lied—she was feeling better. Stronger. I could see it on her face, read it in her expression. Her focus was one hundred percent on me. Nothing else.
The doctors had said three to six months, and though I hadn’t been there as often as I knew I should, I’d have made changes if I thought she was down or depressed. The doctors told me that made all the difference.
Rubbing my chin along hers, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you, Aoife.”
A whimper escaped her.
“Do you want that?”
“Y-Yes.”
I lifted my hips as I reached for my cock. Settling it at the entrance to her body, I began the long slide home with our eyes united.
Pain flashed now as I penetrated her. She was fucking tight again. Jesus Christ, how had that happened? Sliding into her the first time had been close to painful with how tight she was, but it was like she’d never been mine at all.
Fuck that.
This pussy had better remember who it belonged to.
I rocked my hips, not thrusting like I wanted to, just taking it slow and easy for her first time, and then, when I was back where I belonged, my pelvis flush with hers, I settled there.
And after I grabbed both of her hands and pinned them overhead, I didn’t move.
Her pussy clamped down on me, the muscles fluttering in excitable panic as they tried to accommodate the invader. It felt like fucking bliss and by the time some of the tension escaped her, she was panting. Her face was pink, her eyes desperate as she stared at me.
“Need me to move, angel?”
“Please.”
“Tell me.”
“Please, Finn. Move.”
I grinned at her. “You thought that was going to work?”