started to fill her mouth. But to his surprise she grabbed his thighs, dug her nails in, and moaned around him. The feeling of her throat working as she drank him all up had Rian tossing his head back and groaning deeply. When there was nothing left for her to swallow Rian gently pushed her away.
She sat back on her knees, staring at him with this red, swollen mouth, and the cause of why it looked like that slammed into his head. He reached out, ran the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip. Her chest was moving up and down almost at a frantic pace, and without thinking and just acting Rian leaned forward and kissed her hard. He tasted himself on her, tasted the wine she had drunk, and the passion and anger she felt. All of that was one heady fucking sensation.
Rian stood, lifted her off the floor, and moved them back toward the wall. He could have easily just laid her out on the bed, but there was this primal, animalistic side of him that wanted to take her hard and rough for their first time. There was plenty of time to be all soft and sweet, if he even went down that road. Right now he just wanted his cock inside of her.
He removed his pants easily enough, and grabbed the soft, generous swells of her ass. When he had her in his arms he moved them closer toward the wall, and leaned her back against it. The creamy flesh of her neck beckoned him, and he leaned down and ran his tongue over her throat. “Wrap your legs around me.” She complied without hesitance, and he knew that for as much fight as she liked to give him, she was his right now.
He ran his finger up the back of her thigh, and he loved how she shivered from his touch. She was so damn receptive to him, so giving and accepting, even if she liked to hate who and what he was. Rian leaned back and saw that she was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
“You hate this, don’t you?” He said the words softly.
“Hate what?”
“Wanting me as much as you do.”
She didn’t respond, but then again when she narrowed her eyes at him he got his answer well enough.
“If you’re going to fuck me,” she moved her face closer to his, “then fuck me, Mr. Hartford.”
A low sound of need left him, and he kissed her hard enough that the pain from their mouths slamming together stole his breath. Rian went back to kissing and sucking at her flesh, and a gasp left her. He was so fucking hard again, as if he hadn’t just come, and she was so wet. The feeling of her arousal moved along his cock, and all he wanted to do was shove right into her. Damn, he had never gotten this hard again so quickly, but that was a testament to how much he wanted her.
He knew she was clean, knew she was on the pill, too. But he wasn’t about to point out how far he had really dug into her personal life. Instead, he let go of her only long enough to grab a condom from his bedside table, don it, and then he was right back to her. He had her right back in his arms seconds later.
He reached between their bodies while he still had his lips pressed to hers, lined his cock with her opening, and then shoved in deep and hard and without any mercy. She pulled away and cried out, and the feeling of her inner muscles quaking around his length had him pumping faster and more viciously inside of her.
“God, you’re stretching me.” She mumbled the words, but didn’t tell him to stop.
“Yeah, I am going to stretch you so fucking good that you’ll know exactly who was all up inside of you whenever you walk, Sorcha.” Rian could be a dirty fucking talker, but it was reserved for bouts of passion where he just couldn’t control himself. In all honesty he had never felt this wild with another woman.
He pumped in and out, faster and harder, and when she came undone for him right in his arms, he nearly went over the edge with her. Waiting until her climax receded, he forced himself not to come again, and instead pulled out of her, set her on the ground, and turned her around so her