Chapter 25

He closesthe door of his apartment, and I follow him inside and to the kitchen, tugging his jacket to a close around me. Can't believe he brought me here. I can't stop grinning.

He opens the fridge and pours me a glass of water, bringing it to me. "Drink."

I take it from him, letting the ice-cold liquid douse the heat in my body, but I can't stop the flames he ignites, not when he's currently undoing his cuffs, pushing the sleeves up.

The thick veins from the top of his hand, running up his forearms, are enough to send me into a tailspin.

He's a beautiful man, and he admitted he wants me. Finally.

I never saw myself as anything special. Still don't. But somehow, the fact that someone who looks like him wants me… I don't know, it makes me feel beautiful.

"What are you thinkin' about over there?" He takes his glass of water to his mouth, and his thick throat bobs.

Even the way he drinks is attractive.

My eyes drop to his abdomen, and I try not to stare at the thick outline of his cock.

Oh my God, I can't believe that was inside me. It hurt. I can't deny that. I'm still in pain, but I loved every moment of it, knowing that it was Devlin and no one else.

I try not to focus on where it happened and who was watching. It'll only send me into straight panic.

I've already gotten ten worried texts from Karen. I told her I was safe and with Devlin, and that I don't want to talk about what happened. It's better to pretend it didn't happen the way it did.

"I was thinking…" I finally answer. "That I hope I'm done with this engagement now. If you can't convince my dad, then I'll tell Mason I'm no longer a virgin. I don't have to tell him it was with you."

A devilish smirk appears on his face. "Please do." He lowers the glass down on the counter and takes mine from my hands. "I'm not afraid to tell anyone what happened between us. We don't have to tell them where." He brushes my cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes locked with mine, causing my heart to tumble in my chest. "I wouldn't do that to you."

I nod, my mouth unable to form words when he's this close, his hands causing my skin to shiver.

His eyes turn heated, jaw clamping as his gaze sweeps down from my face to my thighs. "I don't know if I have anything for you to wear to bed besides one of my t-shirts."

"I can live with that," I breathe, my heartbeats echoing in my ears.

"Me too." He drags a long pull of air. "I like the thought of you in my clothes. My home."

He grunts under his breath, and if I wasn't already about to combust, this would do it. He's looking at me like he wants to repeat what happened at the club.

"Feck…" he mutters, grabbing the back of his neck.

"What is it?"

"If I tell you, you'll think me an animal."

"No I won't." I grab his wrist, my fingers barely able to close.

"You still sore, love? Because my God, I wanna punish every inch of you for driving me crazy, for being reckless, for letting someone you thought wasn't me touch you."

My eyes pop.

With a deep, throaty chuckle, he grabs a fistful of my hair and brings my face right up to his, stroking my lips with his mouth. "I wanna rip this flimsy dress to shreds, throw you on my lap and spank the holy hell out of this gorgeous arse you've been hiding from me."

I gasp.

"Mm-hmm, that's right." He grasps my jaw and runs a thumb over my lips. "Then I'd feck you and use your body all night. And I wouldn't hold back. 'Cause I already know how well you can take me."

My chest heaves, my core throbbing, begging for everything he just described.

With a quick jerk, he snaps my head back, his mouth sinking over the pulse beating frantically beneath my neck.

"Now that I've had a taste, I can't share you."

I don't know what that means. Has he changed his mind about marrying me? Or does he just mean sex? I'm afraid to seek clarification, fearing that whatever is happening will end.

From beneath the jacket, he clutches a handful of my behind, tugging me against his hard body. I yelp, then moan as he massages me there.

"This is mine." He slaps my ass cheek hard, and I whimper from the aching pleasure.

His heated gaze roves down to my lips, and my pulse skyrockets.

"How about I run you a bath?" Knuckles drag down my cheeks, making my skin prickle.

"That sounds nice."

Especially if you joined me.

But I don't tell him that last part.

"I'll go and start it for you."

I nod as he presses a kiss to my forehead, clutching my face in both hands, and I feel safe every time he does this.

With a sigh, he hurries off upstairs and I hear the running water within seconds.

A knot grows in my stomach and tightens until it's hard to breathe. I want to do something, but I'm so nervous and I don't have much time to decide if I will. What if he thinks it's silly? I'd die if he laughed.

But I told myself that I wanted to be braver, more like Karen, so I have to do this. It won't be like the last time. Things are different now.

My pulse hikes as I register his heavy footsteps coming back, starting for the stairs.

Before I can change my mind, I slip out of his jacket, then slide the dress from over my head until I'm in nothing but my jeweled pasties.

"Okay, the bath is—" The words instantly die in his throat.

He's definitely not laughing. The hooded perusal of his gaze has my entire body convulsing.

I don't even use my hands to hide myself, wanting exactly this: his tongue raking over his lips, his eyes hungry for me.

"Jesus Christ, baby…" His low, gravelly voice greets me. "You're beautiful."

He stalks closer, and everything in me grows tight and needy.

"What are you saying to me right now?" His fingers trace down my sternum, and my nipples pebble in their wake.

"That I'm yours. You can do whatever you want with me."

He stares up at the heavens and mutters, "A Thiarna dean tròcaire orm."

I don't know what he said, but it sounded like he was pleading.

And this time, when he gazes at me, something shifts in his eyes, unspoken intensity within them. "Anything I want?"

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat.

A delicious smirk crawls up to his mouth.

He reaches for my breasts, ripping off each covering, pinching my nipple and pulling it enough to send a zap into my core.

"Oh, God…" I throw my head back.

"You like that."

"Yes… I can feel it there."

"Where, love?"

He does the same thing to my other nipple, and I moan and pinch my thighs together, shameless throbbing there, needing him to take it away.

"Come on, don't be shy…" He kneads my breast, tugging my chin up to meet his height. "Tell me where you feel it when I do this…"

He pulls harder, and I swear I'll collapse.

"I wanna hear you say it. I wanna hear my innocent girl tell me all the dirty things she likes. Say it, Eriu."

Before I can utter a single word, his lips wrap around my beaded flesh, sucking and biting lightly as my hands sink into his hair, whimpering with need.

He pops a nipple out of his mouth and heatedly gazes up, and I know he's waiting for me to say it.

"My…my pussy. I feel it there every time you do that."

"Good girl," he growls, sucking on my other breast before he lifts me in the air, my legs wrapping around his hips.

He carries me to the island and places me on top of it, staring intently as he grabs behind my knees and spreads me open,

Placing the backs of my calves over his shoulders, he husks, "I can't wait to get a taste of this."

A finger lazily slides between my wetness, brushing over my clit.

My body bucks, hips arching. "Yes!"

His deep rumbling laughter makes it harder to breathe.

"This is such a beautiful pussy. Pink and wet and all feckin' mine."

Then his mouth is on it, and my brazen moans grow louder as he sucks and nibbles and makes my body climb. His own erotic sounds vibrate around me, making everything intense. It feels so good, all I can think about is my release. His gaze meets mine, and slowly, he slips a finger inside me, thrusting all the way in.

I couldn't tear my eyes from his if I tried.

His tongue swirls around me, torturing me, stars erupting before my eyes like a myriad of tiny embers burning brightly.

"Oh God, yes, please!" My hand reaches for his hair, and I grip and pull, making the masculine sounds from his throat turn raspier.

I can sense it happening, that feeling of needing to explode, and it's like he knows it too, ramming deeper until the need slams higher.

And I fall.

"Yes, Devlin! Oh God, yes!"

My body bows, my fingernails raking his back, his scalp, whatever I can touch.

"Mm-hmm," he hums, sucking me into his mouth and only slowing a fraction when my body ebbs and flows.

Those lips fall to the inside of my thigh and he kisses me there, squeezing my hips with both hands.

I wither on the counter, breathing heavy, slapping my arm over my forehead. "Wow."

He laughs. "That's right, wow."

I don't even have the energy to look at him, but he's there, lifting my naked and satiated body into his arms.

His smug grin causes me to smile. I run the back of my hand over his jaw, my heart full and happy. When have I ever been this happy before?

He leans in and kisses me, his tongue lazily rolling with mine. I follow his lead, tasting myself on him, and it's equal parts dirty and hot.

"Gonna carry you to the bath now and take my time washing you."

"What?"

Heat floods my cheeks, which makes no sense, because the man just saw me naked and did that to me in his kitchen. What's the difference if he washes me?

But something about this is different. It's more personal.

"You heard me." That smirk widens. "Got you all messy, and it's my job to clean you up."

"Okay." I nuzzle my face into his cheek, his heartbeats rapping wildly in his ribs.

He carries me up the stairs while my arms cling around his neck.

One look into his eyes, and I know he's happy too. I don't think I've ever seen Devlin this happy, and my body warms knowing it's because of me.

He opens the bathroom door and walks us in, placing me on my feet. The steam is thick in the air, the water still running.

"Get in." He gestures with a jerk of his head while he starts unbuttoning his shirt, staring heatedly at me.

Swallowing nervously, I step in with one foot, the water warm and intoxicating, smelling a little like roses. I follow the rest of the way and slowly sink into it.

"I didn't have any bubbles." The corner of his mouth lifts in a lopsided grin that makes the butterflies surge in my stomach.

"It smells nice." My lashes grow heavy, arousal building in every inch of my body as I continue to watch this beautiful man strip.

He meets my gaze with equal fervor, doesn't even blink as he tugs the sleeves off, his abs contracting, the sneak of that deep V so insanely sexy, my mind goes blank.

"I got the shampoo you use."

He points behind me, and I see it then. On the corner of the tub is the same exact brand that I keep at school.

My eyes widen and I hike a brow. "Care to explain?"

"That my obsession with you is reaching a point of no return?"

"You're obsessed with me?" All the air stills in my lungs.

"To the point I'd smell this damn thing just to feel you close."

I swallow thickly, my teeth sinking around the corner of my bottom lip.

"You like that, don't you? You like that I've wanted you? Thought about fecking you all the damn time? Jerked myself off to thoughts of your sinful body?"

"Oh, God…"

Just breathe.

"Touch yourself." He grunts low in his chest.

"What?" I jerk, splashes of water escaping out of the tub. "I've never…"

"I know." He starts on the button of his slacks. "I want all your firsts to be with me. So come on now, slip those fingers inside you while I watch."

His possessive stare cruises down my body, and from beneath the water, he can see every inch of me.

The way he's looking, it's making me wanton and crazed, and even a little bit brave.

And I do it.

My fingers play between my breasts, gliding down my belly button, lower until I'm right where he wants me to be.

With a tip of a finger, I fondle myself, leaning my head back against the tub from the sensitivity still present in my clit.

"Eyes on me. Only me," he demands.

And I obey. 'Cause I want to. I want to give him everything.

"That's it, baby, keep going," he murmurs as he slides down the zipper of his trousers, pushing the pants down his thighs, along with his boxers, until his thick and hard cock juts out.

He takes it in his hand and strokes lazily as he watches me.

Desire unfurls within me, growing tumultuous as I watch him in return.

I push a fingertip inside me, bucking around it, dragging it out to roll it around my clit once more.

There's a tightening in my gut, a needy sensation I've come to know.

My eyelids flutter, the need climbing, my legs growing weaker. It's then he steps into the bath with me, and I gasp, freezing in place.

"Don't stop," his voice howls as he easily moves me enough to fit himself behind me.

With a rough hand, he grabs my hair, and his other slips between my fingers, coaxing me to finish what I started.

"Devlin…" I cry as he forces my finger back inside me. "Oh, God!"

"Now, don't go saying my name like that, love. I'm bound to feck you if you do, sore or not."

"Please, please touch me…" I whimper, needing him badly.

"You begging like that…feck."

He fists my hair tighter, dragging my head back until it's against his chest, those sapphire irises locking with mine.

Two fingers stroke my clit from both sides, and I lose all ability to speak. The sensations make my head spin, my body buck.

"Yes, yes, oh God!"

His fingers hasten, my moans escaping in gasping successions.

"Devlin…pleaseplease…I need to come so badly!"

He growls low against my ear. "Told you not to say my name like that."

And in an instant, fingers ram inside me so deep, I think he's reached the very depth of me.

"Oh, God!" I scream, my body spasming like it's trying to escape this feeling, yet wanting it all at the same time.

"You're gonna take it," he groans. "And you're gonna come. Then I'm gonna slam you on my cock until you come again. Until I tell you to stop."

He's saying words, but my mind isn't fully grasping that he's talking to me like that. It's all surreal, and before I know it, I'm screaming his name.

"Devlin! Yesyesyes!"

Every nerve ending in my body is crying out in mind-bending pleasure.

With a quick move, he flips me on top of him, throwing my legs on either side of him and smashing his lips to mine.

He kisses me like he's been possessed by the devil himself, and I've never wanted to go to hell as much as I do right now. I'd welcome the fire and burn at the stake just to have this man kiss me and fuck me the way he just did.

He clasps my nape, deepening our connection, gripping my hair beneath his fingers.

This passion, it's unbending, untethered by reality and rules and family alliances.

Right here, right now, we're just Eriu and Devlin, wanting and breathing in one another, as though our souls have forever been one.

The head of his erection nudges into my entrance, and he grunts, snapping my head back. "I'm not capable of being gentle right now. So this is your only chance to say no."

"Not in your dreams, McHale." I rock myself against his thick erection, wanting the pain and pleasure, wanting it all.

"I should've gotten a condom, mo stoirín."

"I'm on the pill. And those words, tell me what it means. Please."

A smile plays on his lips, his knuckles softly brushing down my face. "It means my little darling. 'Cause that's what you are."

Tears prickle my eyes, my heart aching not from sadness, but from pure joy.

He drags my face closer, pinning my forehead to his, and with his other hand, he guides himself to my entrance. "This is gonna hurt."

"Then make it hurt."

Without waiting another moment, he thrusts inside me with one quick move and swallows my scream with a brutal kiss.

Raw pain ignites, and I whimper, needing the pleasure to return.

"Shite." He pushes himself back, concern stitching up his eyes. "I'm sorry, love. I got carried away."

I shake my head. "It's okay. I want this." I bring his hand to my mouth and kiss the center of his palm. "I want you, Devlin. So please move and make me feel good. Make me come."

He nuzzles his mouth with mine and groans. "Keep talkin' like that and you're gonna have me blow a load before I've had my fill of you."

He circles his hips, and my spine curves.

"This is our first time," he says, placing a palm at the center of my chest, his eyes drowning with affection. "Right here. Together. This is our first time."

"Yes…" I cry out. "Our first time."

His chest rumbles with satisfaction.

I lower my mouth to his and kiss him slow, and that overwhelming feeling inside me returns—the desire, the need.

"I'll go slow and increase the pace once you get more used to my size."

I nod as he thrusts deeper, gaze leveled to mine as he bounces my body, sliding out all the way, then ramming me back down.

"Oh my God!"

He pumps me faster when he sees how much I like it. "This tight little cunt has been mine all this time, hasn't it?"

"Yes, all yours." My breathing hitches. "Always been yours."

His groans are ragged and gravelly against my lips.

My hands slide into his long, wet hair and I hold on with every fiber even while my body climbs, while he reaches between our slick flesh and plays with my clit.

He pummels deeper, the water making a mess of the floor. He's unable to peel his eyes from me, like he wants to watch my every move, my every reaction.

"Devlin, yes! Don't stop!" My orgasm starts to crest, and it's all I can think about.

"Come on now, let me feel this perfect greedy pussy come."

I wrap my arms around his neck while rough hands clutch my hips, fingers biting into my slick skin as he fucks me roughly, the pain now a distant memory.

My legs tremble, and within seconds, I fall, screaming his name, pulling on his hair, fingernails scoring his back.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, Devlin!" I moan over and over.

"That's it, take every inch. Wish you could see how beautiful you look taking all of me."

His dirty words egg me on, the release never ending.

He grabs my hair and captures my mouth, pumping into me until with a deafening grunt, he releases inside me.

Draped in each other's arms, we hold on to something we may never have.

Because when has life ever been fair for a girl like me?