Tiernan A Dark Irish Mafia Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,54

are. I need to claim her, make her mine again, to make sure she knows beyond a doubt that she belongs to me. I lay her down, my mouth never leaving hers, as we frantically strip our clothes off. Her fingers fumble with my zipper, my fingers unclasp her bra, and before I know what’s happening, we’re naked, skin to skin, my body on hers as she yields beneath me.

“Tiernan,” she whispers, her head back, neck bared. She moans when I lick my way down her neck to the fullness of her breasts, capturing first one tender bud, then the next. Her fingers tangle in my hair and her body arches into me. I glide my cock to her pussy and gently nudge the entrance. I groan when I feel her slick juices coat my shaft.

“Need to be in you,” I whisper in her ear. I capture her wrists and hold her down, then lift up just long enough to hold her gaze with mine. The wild need to possess her suffuses me. “Spread your fucking legs.”

She whimpers and obeys, spreading her legs while her eyes widen and her mouth parts in anticipation.

“Yes,” she moans as I slide into her, her eye-lids shuttering closed. “Yessss.”

Her pussy grips my cock. I groan, lifting my hips then plunging into her. She gasps with every vicious thrust, but the way her legs wrap around me and she rocks her hips to every motion, I know she needs this as much as I do.

“Yes,” she repeats, a tortured plea for more. My fingers are in her hair as I yank her head back. I want to mark her, consume her, fill her until every thought is of me and every breath she takes is mine. Her fingernails scratch down my back, and I growl in response, my cock throbbing at the feel. She’s as fucking possessed as I am.

I thrust so hard she screams, but her breaths are coming quicker, as my own pulse beats in double-time.

“You won’t doubt me, Aisling.”

“Wasn’t you”—she pants—“I doubted.”

Thrust.

Scream.

Pant.

“Then who fucking was it?”

Thrust.

Groan.

Pant.

“It’s… Jesus, it’s me, Tiernan.”

She thrashes beneath me, but I pin her down. My thrusts quicken. I want to punish her for doubting us, for thinking that anything will come between us. Not now, not fucking ever.

“You’re mine, Aisling. I want your body to remember what it feels like to have my cock in you. I want you to remember me when my hot come leaks from your pussy and your core aches with the memory of being fucked.” I reach my hand to her arse and pinch it. “I want you to feel my palm, to ache for my cock.”

“Oh my God,” she whimpers.

“I own your hot, tight cunt. I own your pretty, wicked mouth. I own your arse. You.”

Thrust.

“Are.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

She screams on a climax, her wrists caught in my hands again. She’s rising in bliss, but I push her onto the bed and give into my own release, roaring through the pleasure that ravages me, pounding into her until I’m spent and we’re both panting.

“Fucking. Mine.” The rhythm slows, and she shudders through the aftershocks of climax. I blink, surprised to see her cheeks tear-stained, bright red fingerprints along her wrists, her shoulders, and her breasts.

She grins at me and sighs. “That was fucking epic,” she says, with a shrug and a giggle.

“Bloody hell,” I mutter. “Thought I damn near broke you, and you’re fucking giddy?”

“Oh, aye,” she says, giggling. I kiss her cheek, then playfully slap her arse before I draw out of her.

“Atta girl,” I say when she mewls with the loss of me, reaching to pull me back. “You don’t want to be apart?”

She shakes her head and closes her eyes. “No,” she says, her voice catching. “Hold me a little while longer, will you?”

I wrap my arms around her, roll over on the bed, and hold her to my chest. “Babe, I’ll hold you as long as you need me to.” She shudders a little, and for a moment I think she’s crying again.

“You okay?”

She nods, then she shakes her head, then she laughs.

“Shh. Please.”

I hold her in silence, gently rocking her, smoothing my hand through her short black hair.

“Didn’t know what it was like fucking a little black-haired pixie.”

She giggles and whispers, “Well, now you know.”

I kiss her fingertips, one by one. “Aye.”

She tucks her head on my chest, resting her fingers there. “I didn’t know what it was like fucking a man possessed.”

Mmm. Possessed. I like that.

Accurate.

“Well, now you know.”

She

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