Page 81 of Hot Irish Halloween

“I missed you so much,” he said gruffly. “Did you miss me?”

“Of course, I missed you,” she responded, her heart fluttering.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me again.” His urgent demand seared her skin as he kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and her eyelids. “Tell me you’re mine, forever, angel.”

“I thought I just did,” Penny responded with a shiver. “I made my vows in front of the State of New York and Jade. That’s pretty solid, right?”

“Vow tome. Swear tome. Say it, Penny.” The command in his voice, the exquisite need in his eyes made her weak. This wasn’t the time for teasing, not anymore.

“I swear. I’ll never leave you again.” There was no shame in the quiver of her voice. No shame at all in telling him, “I’m yours. All yours.”

Huffing a short laugh, finally satisfied, Jack nodded. “Good. Because I’m yours. And I’m never letting you go again.”

From anyone else, that would be a scary statement to hear. But not coming from him. Despite whatever lived inside him that had the desire and the ability to hurt a man, she knew he’d never be that way with her. Her trust in him was absolute. And she felt free now. Free to love him in a way she never had before, to give herself to him completely, willingly.

Then he began to make love to her a second time. Sweet, achingly thorough love. Head-to-toe, soul-to-soul love. Jack kissed and stroked every inch of her body, from her forehead to her chin, down her shoulders, and the soft skin of her breasts. He poured adoration on her nipples, the swell of her middle, and the ticklish places on her hips. Lavished attention on herample, trembling thighs and her kneecaps and literally kissed the sensitive curve of her instep and the pad of each toe.

The room was warm, but wherever Jack’s lips touched her, it left a wet spot that cooled when the air hit it. Her legs moved on the gold-tone duvet, growing restless as he continued on his path. Rolling her so that she was on her side rather than face down on her tummy, he kissed his way back up her legs, reaching the place where her upper thigh met her ass. His breath was warm on her flesh, and he murmured his appreciation for that part of her, licking the lumps and bumps that rose from under her skin.

Teasing her, he coaxed shaky sighs from her lips when he gently kissed her cheeks, rubbing his rough, scratchy jaw against them. Surprising her, he slapped them suddenly.

“Mm!” Her moan was sharper at the stinging sensation.

He scraped his jaw against the warmed flesh again. It tickled, tormented. She was lost in the swirl of his tongue when he pushed her top knee up to get better access to her pussy from behind. Then he licked a stripe up the center to her clit with a flattened tongue.

“Missed how you taste. If I could fucking bottle it, I would,” he rasped. She laughed, moaned, and opened wider so he could taste more of her. He lapped delicately at her clit, this lighter touch somehow more tortuous than a full-on assault. But his voice was anything but soft when he groaned and told her, “Can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.”

Pulling her up, he made her straddle him, slide down on his dick so they faced each other in the center of the big bed. He stretched her, filled her, and came home. And then time passed; it could have been minutes or hours or an eternity as he held on tight, staring into her face as if she held the answer to all his mysteries as she moved on him. Like she had enchanted him, spelled him, the way he’d captured her.

“Angel…” Jack cupped her cheek with that big palm. A smile hovered over his lips but his eyes spoke a devotion so complete it struck a chord in her that was almost painful. “I love you. Love you so much.”

Penny rocked on him, holding on for dear life, all of her pieces of armor finally cracking, turning to dust, and blowing away. She moved on him faster and faster, grinding down to satisfy her body’s needs while staring into Jack’s eyes. Body to body, soul to soul. When she came the second time, she was a falling star, exploding on impact, scattering pieces of herself everywhere. Jack caught all those pieces, grasped them to him even tighter, and fused her back together again.

And then it was his turn. “Oh, God, Penny…” His groan was deep, dark, guttural. Feral. He sounded torn apart. His cock thumped inside her, shooting his cum, his lust, his heart. She caught him, held him, absorbed him, with her pussy, her womb, into every cell.

Sated and exhausted, they collapsed into each other’s arms, and it was sweaty, shaky, and wonderful. They lay side by side.

“Penny,” Jack murmured, gazing into her eyes and stroking her arm. The thundering of his heart shook her, her own beating in time. “If there’s such a thing as soulmates, I’m pretty sure you’re mine.”

She was lost in his eyes, in his touch, his warmth. All her old resistance to this was but a fading memory.

“Soulmates are real,” she answered. “I know you’re mine.”

The next day, they had a good leisurely breakfast and did a little sightseeing and shopping. Jack reminded her suddenly as they were passing Tiffany’s that he hadn’t bought her an engagement ring.

“But I have a ring,” she said, holding up the band from the ball.

“You need another one.”

They went in arguing over every selection in her ring size. Jack was insistent on getting a big rock, which made her roll her eyes.

She tried one on that he pointed at and she held it up. “You can see this thing from outer space.”

“Exactly. It's perfect.”

The thing felt strange on her hand, but she had to admit she loved how it shone. It was an old-school style; the attendant said it was a Victorian-era setting, which Penny thought was fitting.

Jade was enthusiastic about the ring when they picked her up to head for the airport.

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