Page 77 of Tempting Irish

He devoursme.

Consumesme.

Fillsme.

“My God, Bree. Ye undo me,” he groans against my lips as he thrusts inside me, burying himself to thehilt.

A choked sob of pleasure releases from the deepest part of my soul, andIcomeundone.

His body shakes with his own release as we sink to thefloor.

Spent.

Shattered.

And I know that whatever happens next, I’ll never be the sameagain.

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