Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
AMARA
His tongue is like an invasion. An invasion I’d gladly sign up for.
Being with him, it takes me back to the one and only night we spent together.
No matter how hard I tried to forget it—forget him—I never could. And now, I’m lost to the feelings he brought out in me that first time.
One palm clasps the headboard, the other gripping his hair as he takes pieces of me I was afraid to give him. But beneath my fear, there’s this dormant desire for the man I’ve wanted to find.
Now here he is, trying to convince me that he’s still the man I remember.
But I know better. Yet I still allow him to do this to me. It feels too good not to. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this. Felt him.
The shame will come. Shame at my weakness and desperation. Right now, though, I’m Emily and he’s Fionn, and together we burn like fire.
Though after the flames die out, that’s when it’ll all come to the surface: who he is and why he truly came.
“Yes,” I cry out, my nails digging into his scalp, fingers working through his thick hair as he growls, his tongue sinking inside me.
I concentrate on how amazing this is and not on the fact that he swears we’ll be married tomorrow.
He must be joking, right? There’s no way.
When he sucks my clit into that warm mouth, a scream dies in my throat, all other noise in my head washing away. With another flick, I fall, eyes rolling back, toes curling in mind-bending pleasure.
Wow. I forgot how good he is. How right this is.
His groaning against my sensitive flesh has me jerking just as he slowly scoots me down to his chest. That smirk and heavy-lidded gaze cause my gut to grow tight.
His tongue slinks out, licking across his lips. “Fucking delicious.”
The way his eyes sink into mine, it makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. My fingers reach out, gently feathering over the deep shadow of his jaw. His eyes fasten, body growing languid, and when I stop, he snaps his fist around my wrist, the veins atop his hand jerking as he does.
“Keep touching me.”
His stare is deep and intense, and my skin prickles—not from fear, but the demand in his tone, the need within it. I allow myself to touch him more, tracing past his lips, down his thick neck. His abs contract when my fingertips trace each one. He must enjoy the gym to look like this, all built and muscular.
“Fuck.” His palm snaps to my ass, and he squeezes it hard as his eyes line with mine. “I need you, Amara.”
My heart beats faster, every inch of me wanting this too. “Then have me.”
In a flash, he flips me over, fitting his large, towering body over mine. His gaze turns soft, yet there’s nothing soft about a man like him.
But when he brushes his rough knuckles down my cheek, I forget. I forget all the reasons this is wrong, and I kiss him. I kiss the man I remember. The man I wanted so badly on that island.
He returns the kiss with equal fervor, fisting locks of my hair, his tongue roughly swirling with mine. When I feel his cock at my entrance, I realize he has no condom.
Pulling back breathlessly, I search his eyes, wanting nothing more than to get lost inside them, the green hue as vivid as I remember. “You need a condom.”
He chuckles, mouth locking to my throat as he kisses me there, teeth marking me before his tongue takes the sting away. When he returns his gaze, there’s something darker there. Something predatory.
“No, I don’t, little rabbit.” His thumb rolls across my bottom lip, his eyes following the movement. “Tomorrow, we’ll be married, and I plan on filling you up until we have another baby together.”
“What?” My eyes widen while he grabs his cock and pushes the tip inside me. The cold metal of his piercings only heightens the sensation. “You wanna get married and have a child together?”
His smug half-smile makes me both turned on and livid.
“That’s right.”
“You’re crazy.”
But in the back of my mind, I kinda want it too. Does it make me nuts?
“You keep saying things I already know.”
He chuckles all gravelly as he pushes another inch inside me, and I groan, needing this so badly, even as I try not to show just how much.
“You can’t get me pregnant when we barely know each other.” My voice grows raspier, trying to hide how good he’s making me feel, but that only makes him look smugger.
“You know everything there is to know, Amara. There’s nothing left.”
“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”
“Come on now, baby girl…” He sinks even deeper, his lips latching on to my throat. “You trying to act like your pussy doesn’t like this is only turning me on more.”
As I shake my head and attempt to roll my eyes, he thrusts himself all the way inside until I’m bucking and cursing out his name.
“Oh God! Yes, please!”
“Now that’s more like it.” He tugs my head back, my hair still in his grasp, but his movements stop. “Please who?”
“W-w-what?”
“Please, Fionn… Please, sir.” His nose rolls up my neck, and goose bumps spread over my arms. “Please, husband. You choose.”
“You’re not my husband.” I gasp as he rolls his hips.
“Not yet.”
He slips out and rams back in, causing my eyes to roll back.
“Oh God!”
The need to unravel starts to overtake me. And the more he sees his effect on me, the more he tortures me. Lifting one of my legs, he pushes it to my shoulder while he sinks in slower, deeper, watching me as he does.
His other hand finds my clit, and he rubs it in slow, calculating circles while his cock spreads me wider for him. “Could watch this pussy take my cock all damn day.”
“Fionn, please.” I grip his bicep, and it ripples under my touch.
“Tell me what you need, little rabbit, and I’ll let you have it.”
I’ve never openly talked this way before, but right now, it doesn’t seem to make me embarrassed or self-conscious. “Please make me come.”
And as though I just opened the dam, he takes my other leg and pummels inside me, like I just unleashed a beast I can never put back. He never takes his eyes off me, and it all becomes overwhelming—both my body and my heart filled with overpowering sensations I never wanted, not after what I saw him do.
I attempt to close my eyes, needing a reprieve from my overwrought emotions, my release climbing to the cusp until I’m near the fall.
“Open your eyes,” his deep gravelly tone calls. “I want you to see what we are together. Don’t run from it.”
And from that moment on, I look into his eyes and I feel it: that chemistry between us, that pull I’m being sucked into.
His movements grow more urgent while he rubs my clit until there’s nowhere to go but down.
“Yes!” With both hands clasped to his back, I fall headfirst into the most intense orgasm, letting go of everything in this very moment.
“Fuuuck,” he growls, taking me faster, harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room.
With his next thrust, he releases inside me, pounding deeper while I arch into him, wanting his depravity.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s a good girl. Let me fill that cunt.”
When I squeeze my breasts together, he mutters a curse, grinding his teeth and slamming harder, hot spurts shooting inside me. His chest rises and falls as his rhythm slows. He lowers his body on top of mine, but makes no attempt to slip out of me.
He remains that way, keeping himself propped on an elbow, eyes on mine as he pushes a strand of hair away from my face.
The possessive look in his eyes as he watches me has me uneasy.
“Are you gonna…”
“Keep my cock buried inside you?” The husky timbre of his tone sends a chill down my body.
I nod.
“There’s no way I’m gonna waste a drop. I want you pregnant.”
Every hair on my arms prickles. “You really are serious.”
His teasing smirk does nothing to alleviate my anxiety. I can’t have another child. Not with him. Not now. This is just all too much.
“I never say anything I don’t mean, baby girl. Now let’s get some sleep.” He flips us so we’re both on our sides, facing one another.
And his cock, it’s still inside me.
He pulls the covers over me, tucking it around me. “Goodnight, baby. Tomorrow is the start of a whole new life. I hope you’re ready for it, Mrs. Quinn.”
Mrs. Quinn? Oh my God.
Amara Quinn.
Doesn’t have a bad ring to it.
The only problem is, I have no idea who exactly I’m about to marry.