Elena
Did he just say what I think he said ?
What the actual hell ?
Of course, he had this weird kink, or maybe he was taunting me because I was provoking him. Either way, the word baffled me as I gaped at him with a slack jaw and wide eyes. He was kidding.
Surely, he was trying to piss me off. I tried hard not to stare at the half-naked man, but my eyes betrayed me. I was staring, swallowing, and devouring the sight of his tattoo-riddled body, those strong arms that could pick me up and throw me against a wall, and it wasn’t just his muscles and ink.
It was my name that was on his body forever and the wedding ring he wore openly. Words seemed more difficult than usual to form, and I think I was drooling like some pathetic girl who’s never seen a naked body before.
Tito and I had sex a total of six times, and they were all fast-paced, with half our clothes on and hidden in some room or closet, so Enzo didn’t find out. I had thought I orgasmed with him once, but after the little stunt Oisin pulled with his gun, I realized I hadn’t.
He took my first orgasm that night and awakened something inside me that craved for him to offer me more. Growing impatient with my silence, Oisin stalked towards me, placed his hands on both sides of my face, and kissed me.
He kissed me ferociously, his hands holding me in place, as he lapped at my mouth like some desperate, starved man. I couldn’t match his intensity, all I could do was grip his shoulders and attempt to push him off of me, but I think, in reality, I was yanking him closer.
I moaned pitifully into his mouth, urging him to deepen the kiss and delve his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me without permission and without asking if I’d be okay with it, and I don’t think I cared, but I was angry that I was kissing him back.
I yanked my mouth away and pulled back to slap him. We were breathing heavily, and his eyes shined at my weak attempt to gain control. As if the slap didn’t phase him, he fisted my hair and hauled me back to his mouth.
I whimpered, and he groaned so loud my entire being vibrated against him. I went limp in his arms, soft and obedient, as I let him taste me, kiss me, and run his free hand down my body. I felt his hand on my ass, and he gave me a tight squeeze before his hand came down hard on my cheek.
I felt warm and hot all over and bucked my hips against his. He chuckled into the kiss, and using his fist in my hair ; he tugged me away. He leaned down and kept his eyes on me as he licked my bottom lip.
Then his hands dropped from my body, and he took a few steps back. He reached for the towel around his waist and tilted his head toward his bedroom door, which was still open.
Get in or get out.
My heart was hammering in my chest, and how he looked at me had me shivering in my spot. I’m pretty sure I was wet because the light trickle running down my thigh was evidence that this man played my body too well.
I mean, who kisses like that ? It was such a good kiss, yet it was bad. It felt wrong to kiss him and enjoy it, but I did enjoy it. Hell, I wanted him to kiss me again. I gave him my back as I walked toward the door.
I gripped the doorknob and closed my eyes as I tried to figure out whether I should walk away. My hands were sticky with sweat and jittery, and even though I knew I was making the wrong choice, I couldn’t talk myself out of it.
My hand hesitated on the doorknob, and then I felt him. His body pressed hard behind mine, and I bit down harder on my lip when I realized his towel was gone and he was fully naked. I could feel his erection, and it took my lucidity away just to feel it.
Good God, this man would bring me down to the darkest depths of hell with him. His hand came over mine, and he helped me close the door. Breathless, I made a needy sound as he pressed me flat against the door.
This morning, I asked you a question. Do you remember ?
Would you care if I died ?
I was panting as I felt his hand move my hair out of the way. He buried his face into my neck, and I felt his harsh, hot breath on my neck as he kissed me there.
I want my answer now, mo ghra amhain. He demanded.
I would care. Of course, I would care.
Do you ache for me ?
I whimpered. Yes.
Where do you ache for me ? He rasped.
Everywhere. I cried out when he left a bite on my neck. Oisin, please.
That’s my name. That’s my fucking name. Fuck me, you say it so prettily.
His teeth scraped down my neck, and my head fell back. He ground his hips onto mine, and his erection dug through my back. He moved his lips down and bit down on my shoulder.
There’s one thing you need to know.
His hand dropped from the doorknob and traveled to the front of my body. He wrapped it around my waist and urged me to push back against him. While his other hand traveled upward, and then I felt his hand delicately wrap around my throat.
He forced me to tilt my head back and look at him. I swallowed and felt my pulse skitter as he ran his thumb over it. He closed his eyes as if feeling my nervousness. His eyes shined when he opened them, and I melted into his arms at how dark and needy he looked.
I knew for a fact that my very own lust and desire mirrored his own. He prompted me to hold his gaze, but he didn’t have to. I wanted to stare into those stubbornly melting eyes forever if he let me.
If I fuck you once, I’m never stopping. I’m going to be buried in you night and day. And when I have to leave you, baby, I’m leaving you with my cum spilling out, my fingerprints on your hips, and teeth bites all over your pretty skin. I’ll leave you with a reminder of who the fuck owns this cunt. Me.
He removed his hands, and I was at a loss for words and thoughts and felt cold when he took steps back, leaving me. I spun around instantly, and he kept his hands up in surrender as he reached his bed.
If you want me, come here. If you don’t, get out.
This is wrong. It’s unheard of. It’s almost blasphemous to want him. It felt like I was betraying everyone I knew for wanting him, but there was something between us. It was electricity that crackled and hummed, pulling me to him every single day.
I didn’t feel nervous staring at him. I felt alive and free and let out a breath of air as I reached for my shirt. I took it off and then reached for my pants. I tugged them down my legs along with my panties and kicked them to the side.
I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath top, so there I was, standing before him naked, yet unashamed. I kept my hands behind my back as I saw his eyes widen and darken even further as they ran over every single inch of me.
He didn’t move. He didn’t pounce. He stood there and stared at me as if wanting to memorize my body, and I let him.
The odd part of it all was that I didn’t feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, it felt right, or maybe I was so desperate for him that I was forcing myself to feel this way. I never knew passion this intense could exist.
I felt carnal for Oisin, which was overwhelming and took over every other protest buzzing in the back of my mind. He touched me once, but that’s all it took for him to unlock this part of me. This animalistic part that wanted everything he wanted and would take everything he offered.
This must be why God made lust a sin because I was willing to do anything for him to consume me. My knees felt weak from his stare, and my heart was racing so loud in my chest with anticipation, yet it was so quiet.
He was just staring at me, and underneath the blatant desire that glinted in those magnificent eyes, I saw such tenderness and warmth.
There she is. He murmured. The most beautiful woman to walk this Earth. I can look at you for weeks, months, and years, and I’d still be able to find one new thing I love about you every single day. I’d never tire of you. Never, mo ghra amhain.
I’ve been waiting for you to be mine for years. I’d wait a hundred lifetimes for you. You’re the only woman ever to make me feel this way. He extended his hand. Come here and let me worship you like the goddess you are.
I don’t know how I made it to him. Did I run ? Did I fly ? It felt like I had taken one step forward, and suddenly I was in his arms, and his mouth was on mine. I sighed and kept my arms around his waist as I kissed him back.
Kissing this man was defiant yet apologetically beautiful. He was soft at first, as if he wanted to reacquaint himself with my lips and taste. Then, oddly patient, he kept his hands on either side of my face to guide and dominate the kiss.
I was hauntingly obedient, and Oisin was taking advantage of it. He kissed like a man starved for my lips, a man eager to memorize the taste of my mouth and tongue. I kissed him back in silent agreement for whatever he wanted to do to me because right now, I was nothing but his.