Page 89 of The Dark Before Light

I bite my lip. “You want to fill my cunt with cum, Kieran?”

His eyes flare in surprised lust. My smile is knowing.

“Oh, did you think that word was only for you? Cunt,” I draw out, my tongue snapping the T. “It’s mine. Just like your cock, your hands, and your mouth. I want them. Now.”

He mutters something I can’t understand—more Gaelic—then rears back and slaps my pussy. I yelp at the sting in my clit, then groan at the flood of heat. It’s punishment but feels like a reward.

“Vanilla, my ass,” I mutter.

He smirks and rocks against me, giving me the lightest tease of friction. Torturing us both.

“More.” I gasp.

“Answer the question and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Fuck. Fine. Yes, I’m on birth control.”

His jaw clenches, his thumb resuming a teasing path across my abdomen. “Another question.” His eyes meet mine. “This one is for Dr. Stirling.”

He says my name with such heat my pussy clamps down on nothing. “What?” I ask breathlessly.

“Tell me why, for the first time in my life, the thought of wearing a condom is abhorrent.”

The words, coupled with the look in his eyes, make the breath stall in my lungs and pours molten lava into my core. Holy shit. I open my mouth, but my voice is nowhere to be found.

Kieran leans down and licks the corner of my lips, then peppers kisses over my cheek and jaw. He whispers, “What’s it called, Dr. Stirling? I’m sure there’s a name for it. When everything in me wants to fill you with cum, over and over?”

“Breeding kink,” I answer breathlessly.

“Huh. Sounds about right.”

He gives me a deep, drugging kiss, then draws back. I try to follow him, but his hold on my wrists keeps me in place. He plays with my nipples, tugging them until I’m panting and twitching. I’m seconds from begging.

“Does that scare you? That I feel that way?”

“Of course not,” I manage. “It’s perfectly normal.”

“Hmm.” His hips settle against mine. I groan in relief at the pressure. “And what if I told you I wish you weren’t on birth control? Does that scare you?”

My mind stalls out even as my body reacts. Goose bumps ripple across my chest. My nipples tighten painfully. And my hips circle and lift for him.

I’m terrified—and beyond aroused.

Kieran stays still, his eyes holding mine. I’m more naked than I’ve ever been beneath his steady stare.

“Yes,” I finally say. “And… no.”

His shoulders relax a fraction.

Overwhelmed, I snap, “Are we done talking yet?”

He grins and releases my wrists. Climbing off the bed, he pulls off his T-shirt and unbuttons his jeans. Finally. I kick my shoes off and yank my leggings down. They get caught on my feet and I almost scream in frustration. He laughs and pulls them off with one hand, flinging them down. Another few seconds and he’s naked, the afternoon sunlight kissing every hard slab of muscle. Mussed hair, wild blue eyes. The most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.

He wraps one hand around himself, stroking from base to tip. The sight distracts me and I almost miss the shift in his expression. When I catch it, I gasp and scramble up—not fast enough. He flattens me to the bed, sweeping my legs up until my knees press to my shoulders and pin my arms.

The thick, blunt head of his cock presses right where I need it. I jerk my hips up, chasing penetration, but he stays out of reach.

“Uh-uh, mo ghrá. I won. I’m in charge.”

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