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He grins wickedly, tongue wetting his lips. “You think you can handle that, baby?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.”

With one final rough kiss, he pulls out and flips me over. I let out a small surprised noise as he grabs my hips, pulling my ass up.

One hand grips my hair, pressing my cheek to the mattress. His chest presses against my back as he leans close to say, “Just remember, doll, you asked for this.”

I don’t have time to respond.

Cillian slams into me and I scream into the mattress, my fists balling into the duvet.

This man gives me exactly what I asked for and so much more, fucking me with feral abandon. The sound of our bodies meeting is rivaled only by the cries of pleasure he pulls from me.

“Gonna come already, baby?”

I can't manage a word, I simply come. Behind me, Cillian rumbles, “Fuck yes.”

He wraps his hand around my throat, pulling my body up against him. “Another. Give me another, Toni.”

Time falls away. Cillian switches between his cock, his fingers, and his mouth, drawing orgasm after orgasm from me until I'm dizzy with it.

“I wanna see that pretty face.” He turns me over once more, the pendant around his neck brushing my cheek. As he sinks back into me, he kisses me slowly, each measured thrust sending shock waves of pleasure through me.

His pace ticks up. “Toni. Doll, I-”

I lock my legs around him, matching his pace and pulling his mouth to mine, devouring the sounds of his release.

CHAPTER 15

Cillian

I pressmy lips to Toni's damp forehead, feeling small tremors rolling through her.

“So good, baby doll,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “You were so good for me.” I sit up on my elbows.

Her arms shoot around me. “Don't go.” Her voice is small, distant.

“I'm not going anywhere, doll.” I kiss her swollen lips gently, rubbing small circles against her temple.

Her pupils are blown wide, expression airy. “Come back to me.”

“I'm right here,” she whispers.

“No,” I coo. “You're somewhere in outer space, baby doll.” I cover her face with light kisses.

She laughs softly.

“What?” I ask, littering more kisses over her neck and chest.

“You're sweet,” she sighs.

“Only sometimes.”

“Liar,” she quickly steals a kiss of her own. Her grip on me loosens, and I lift off her, falling onto my back.

“Come here.” I hold an arm open. She eagerly curls into my side, head on my chest.

Another small tremor rolls through her, and I take her hand in mine, kissing her knuckles. “Are you ok, Toni?”