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“This might hurt, love,” I say, gently cupping her face.

She nods, sliding her hands up my chest. “I know.”

I lock my gaze to hers and slowly nudge the tip of my cock into her slippery heat. She groans softly, her body resisting myintrusion at first. I pause to brush my lips over her forehead, then push deeper, breaking through the thin veil of her virginity. She gasps, squeezing her eyes shut and biting down on her lower lip.

My chest tightens at the sight. I know it’s inevitable, but I feel like a jerk for causing her pain.

“Easy, love,” I murmur, brushing away the stray strands of hair that have fallen over her face. I pause, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion. It’s not easy staying still, not when she’s so wet and so damn tight. Every instinct urges me to drive deeper, to bury myself in her snug warmth.

“I’m sorry.” I stroke her hair, brushing my lips over her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips, her jaw, trying to kiss away her discomfort.

“It’s not so bad, really,” she says with a tender smile.

And that is all I needed to hear.

Slowly, I slide out of her, gently pushing back in again. Watching her face, I repeatedly withdraw, then nudge myself inside her again, going deeper each time, gradually stretching her past the pain until I fill her completely. And then I start to move a little faster, with long, deliberate thrusts aimed at intensifying her pleasure. She clings to me, her head buried deep in my neck as I continue to plunge in and out of her until she cries out my name. Her body trembles uncontrollably, her teeth sinking into my skin as the orgasm goes on and on.

But I’m not done yet.

Taking both of her hands in mine, I pin them above her head and lower my mouth to hers in a long, deep kiss, sliding my tongue over her tongue, her teeth, her lips, swallowing her sweetlittle moans. Still holding her arms pinned and my mouth locked onto hers, I slide my cock inside her again, moving in long, slow strokes.

Warmth encases me with each thrust, her walls tightening around me, pulling me deeper. The feeling is indescribable. She grabs my hips, her nails digging into my flesh. Our bodies have found a rhythm and we rock together in a perfect synchrony.

My mouth drowns her moans as I plunge deeper and with increasing fervor until I’m submerged in a consuming wave of orgasm. I thrust harder, faster, driven by her lusty cries and my own insatiable urge. Pleasure surges through my veins, from my cock to every last nerve ending. Tremors erupt within, my body shuddering from the powerful force of the most exhilarating orgasm I’ve had in a long time.

Chapter 5

Aria

I wake up surrounded by the scent of Cillian, a heady mixture of leather, wood, and something else, something warm. I blink slowly, trying to adjust to the bright beams of sunlight filtering into the room. The small digital clock on the nightstand tells me it’s past eleven. I slept in. That must be why he left me in bed to go about his business. I look around, taking in the large master bedroom. It’s very different from the guest bedroom, darker and enigmatic, just like him.

I’m in Cillian’s bedroom. In his bed…My heart skips a beat at the thought. Being with Cillian makes me feel…powerful, somehow. LikeI’mthe one who ownshim,even after he bought me. It’s inexplicable.

I’m drawn to everything about him, the way he looks at me and talks to me, the way he’s sometimes hard and sometimes soft… I like him more than I’ve ever liked anyone, and I’ve only known him for a few long hours. It feels like a lifetime. And oh, the way he touches my body, like it was made just for him. I run my hands over the soft sheets as memories of last night flood my mind, and I’m suddenly breathless and hot all over again.

I bury my face in my palms for a second, a stupid grin creeping onto my face. Without thinking, I jump out of bed naked andstand in front of the full-length mirror, striking a playful pose, then start strutting across the room like it’s my runway. I make it to the other side, whirl around, and freeze, a surprised gasp bursting out of my lips.

Cillian is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, eyes locked on me with that dark, hungry gaze—like a predator sizing up its prey.

“That was fantastic,” he says, his eyes roaming over my bare skin with a look that has me blushing from the root of my hair to my toes.

“You think so?” I ask, biting my lip self-consciously.

“Yes,” he says simply. I can tell he’s being genuine. Cillian doesn’t seem like the type to butter anyone up. “If you ever decide to take up modeling, you’d do really well.”

My heart skips at his words. “I do model on the side,” I say with an excited smile.

He raises an eyebrow. “That makes sense,” he says with that faint smirk of his. Then he pauses, his brows furrowing thoughtfully. “Your walk feels familiar. Like I’ve seen it before.”

“Maybe you knew my mom?” I say with a small shrug. “She was kind of a big deal back in the late nineties. She’s my role model. Fiona Martins?”

His eyes light up with recognition. “Fiona Martins. Yes! That’s it. I can’t believe you’re Fiona’s daughter. I should have known. I met her once at a fundraiser—she was stunning. I see you inherited her beauty and fire.”

His words leave me a bit breathless. I never talk about my mom much, but sharing this with him feels surprisingly easy.Thinking about it now, I realize he’s probably around the same age my mom would be if she and my dad hadn’t been in that car accident. Not like it matters. With Cillian, age feels insignificant. He makes me feel things no one else has ever or will ever make me feel.

He steps toward the bed and sits down, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Do it again,” he says, leaning back, his gaze challenging.

I laugh, crossing my arms. “You want me to walk for you?” I gesture down my naked body. “Like this?”

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