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“How old are you, love?”

“I’ll be twenty in two months.”

His mouth curves upward in an amused smile. “You’re indeed young, but that isn’t why. I think you should be with someone as good and pure as you are.”

“What about you?” I ask, searching his face. “Or do you think you’re a monster because you buy girls as playthings for your amusement?”

I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth. Cillian’s expression has gone cold, a muscle ticking in his temple.

“I don’t buy girls,” he says quietly, his tone deathly silent and dark with something that’s as terrifying as it is exciting. “I bought you, my love, to free you—it had nothing to do with my amusement.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

He cuts me off. “I need you to know that you’re not a prisoner here. I don’t expect any kind of payment from you, and I don’t own you.” My heart shrivels in disappointment, but then comes to life again with his next words. “I want you to be safe, and happy—preferably safe and happyhere.In my bed. With me. But you are free to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave,” I say quickly. “I—I was so afraid, at the chapel, but then when you bought me I knew I’d be safe. I know it’s probably sick of me to enjoy what happened, but…in that moment, I was so glad to beyours. And I still want to belong to you. If…if you want me.”

The words die in my throat as he pulls me roughly against his chest, claiming me in a fierce, almost punishing kiss. His mouth against mine is hard, unyielding, and I feel the shock of it deep in my bones. His hand slides into my hair, pulling me closer, and I gasp against his lips, completely overwhelmed. Every inch of me responds to him, my pulse hammering as his other hand grips my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. I don’t even think—I just melt into him, my hands slipping up to his shoulders as he presses his body firmly against mine.

In one smooth motion, he lifts me off the ground. My legs instinctively wrap around him as he carries me up the stairs and down the hallway to his room without missing a beat. He lays me down on the bed, and for a moment, he just hovers over me, his intense gaze roaming over my face. His lips curl into a dark smile as he leans down, his mouth brushing against my ear, sending shivers up my spine.

“I want you, Aria. So much.”

Chapter 4

Cillian

She nods, biting her lip in a way that makes me go crazy with want.

“I’m yours, Cillian,” she says.

I lower my mouth to hers again, gentler this time, taking her tongue with mine, sucking it into my mouth and biting down. She whimpers, kissing me back, meeting the strokes of my tongue with her own. Her hands slide up my chest and neck, her fingers burrowing into my hair.

With a groan, I draw her beneath me, my blood roaring wildly in my veins. I lower my mouth to her throat, pressing my lips against the rapid beating of her pulse. I kiss a path over soft, sweet skin, tasting her, nibbling her earlobe. Aria whimpers softly, turning her head to the side and surrendering her throat to me. I nip the soft skin of her neck and swipe my tongue over the sting. Her body trembles in response, and when I slide my hand beneath her shirt, she lets out a shaky breath, her hands sliding to my shoulders.

I cup her left breast, flicking my tongue over her nipple through the fabric. She gasps, her nails digging into my skin.

“Do you like that?” I ask, looking down at her beautiful face. Her breathing is ragged, her big green eyes burning with an unpretentious hunger. I continue to tease her breast, tracing lazy circles over her budding nipple. “Answer me, love. Do you like when I touch you like this?”

She nods, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.

“Say it,” I command in a low voice, applying gentle pressure on her nipples.

“Yessss,” she moans, her eyes drifting closed. “Yes, please.”

I push her shirt up, baring her chest to my hungry gaze. My cock stirs at the sight of her perfectly round breasts. Her nipples are a deep pink, puckered, and begging to be sucked. I trail my eyes down her body, taking in all of her. She’s beautiful, perfectly proportioned with subtle, sensuous curves.

Slowly, I lower my mouth to her left breast, my moan mingling with hers as I draw the hard nipple into my mouth.

“Cillian,” Aria gasps, her body arching off the bed. She buries her hands into my hair as I continue to suckle her nipples, one then the other, tugging and teasing. She arches her back, pressing further my mouth, restlessly rubbing her hips against my erection.

I groan, settling my weight between her thighs, and start to grind my erection against her core, creating a torturous rhythm that’s aimed at pleasuring her and driving myself crazy. My body is strung so tightly it feels like it’ll snap at any second. I clench my teeth against the need to plunge inside of her, to throw caution in the wind and just take what I crave—hard, fast, and mercilessly like I want to.

I keep reminding myself that I have to take things slowly since it’s her first time, but how can I when Aria is coming apart in my arms, each response to my touch burning me up? Her little mewls and whimpers are driving me out of my damn mind, her deep pink areolas drawn into tight buds that beg for my mouth, her hips moving in that clumsy yet maddingly erotic rhythm. I don’t want to go slow—hell, I want to fuck her hard and fast. I want to make her come again and again. I want to forget myself inside her.

I take my mouth off her breast, quickly removing all of her clothing and then kissing my way down her ribs to her stomach until I get to the sensitive area between her thighs. Gently, I slide my tongue over her folds before slowly slipping it between the lips and over her clit. She cries softly, trying to push me away and press me closer at the same time. The smell of her arousal fills my nostrils, fueling my own hunger, the overwhelming need to drive my cock into her heat, to shield myself in her, and feel the warmth of her body tight against mine. Without taking my mouth off her, I slide a finger into her. She’s already so wet for me. I curl my finger as I swipe my tongue over her clit, and she lets out a strangled cry, her body bucking violently as she comes undone.

I stretch above her, the urge to be inside her almost unbearable now. In one swift motion, I tug down my flannel pants, kicking them to the ground, and then adjust my body so the tip of my cock is nestling against her folds.

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