Page 70 of Our Little Dove

As I lean over him, the scent of his cologne, a mix of musk and citrus, fills my senses. I gently cup his face, stroking his bottom lip with my thumb as I take in the sight of his fiery green eyes as he watches me like he is memorizing my features.

“Relax, Darlin’,” I repeat softly, tracing the line of his jaw and feeling the short rough hairs of his beard as I move my hand to his throat. He closes his eyes, and I can feel the tension and anticipation practically vibrating his body.

Tipping his chin up with my thumb after I give him a squeeze, I start trailing my tongue along his neck until I reach his ear. “Trust me, Kieran,” I whisper, nipping his lobe before gripping his jaw and forcing his eyes on mine again as I press a kiss to his lips.

As I pull away, I see the desire in his eyes, and I can’t help but smile. “Are you ready?” I ask in a heady tone as I grab the bottle of lube from the mattress. He nods, looking nervously at the small bottle in my hand and I let out a dangerously low chuckle, “tell me what you want, Kieran.”

“F-fuck me… I want you to fuck me,” he mutters, breathing heavily and I can feel his heart racing faster than before. “Move up, Darlin’. Spread your legs,” I instruct, my voice low andhypnotic. He obeys, without hesitation, a perfect display of trust and submission.

I smile, admiring the view from beneath my white hair and drizzle some lube on my fingers. “Remember to breathe. You’ll be primed in no time,” I whisper as I lean in for a kiss while gently massaging his tight hole with my finger.

He whimpers, his body trembling under my touch. “Oh, fuck,” he rasps, sliding his hand into my hair and gripping tightly. “Fuck, Fintan…” I can tell he’s entirely unaccustomed to the feeling of something inside him, and the sensation of my finger sliding in and out, is overwhelming.

As the ring of muscle relaxes around my digit, I slowly add another. He tenses up each time but soon enough he is moaning as I stretch him with three fingers.

“Want more, Darlin’?” I ask, my voice a husky whisper. He nods, his eyes full of desire and a glimmer of apprehension that I will soon wipe from his gorgeous features.

My cock throbs when he whimpers after pulling my fingers from him. Moving closer with a satisfied smile, I spread the lube still coating my hand over the tip of my cock before guiding the head to his entrance.

In a silent exchange, I look at him and he nods his consent. I start gently pushing inside him but I meet resistance. He gasps, his body arching against me, but I hold him tight, talking him through the pain and into pleasure. “You already feel amazing,” I praise.

My words seem to relax him a little more and I thrust deeper. As soon as my first piercing enters him, his expression twists with discomfort, but he doesn’t ask me to stop. He simply closes his eyes and breathes through the feeling, digging his nails into my back as he struggles to relax.

God, the feeling of his nails scraping against my skin is enough to make me want to fuck him senseless. All I want to do is make him scream.

I want to make him bleed. He is fucking perfect.

As I begin to thrust, he moans my name, and the sound grips my heart as well as make me want to lose myself. His body is so warm, so hard and beautifully marked in inked designs that tell the same story as my scars. I can’t help but speed up, needing more, craving more contact. He cries out my name again as his nails draw blood. I can feel the warmth on my back as the sting drives me wild.

“Fuuuck, Darlin’, you’re killing me,” I groan, feeling the last remnants of tenderness bleed out of me. “Get up. On your knees,” I growl and instead of obeying me like I assume he will, he gets the sexiest look of defiance in his eyes as he pushes me off of him.

“My turn. You don’t fucking own me,” he growls with a smirk as he grabs the lube, squirting a generous amount on his hand before he coats his dick. “Hmm, feisty,” I tease as I lie back on the bed, but he surprises me when he grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach.

“Onyourknees,” he orders as he leans over me, trailing kisses over my back. He licks at the fresh scratches he left on my skin. “Fuck, Kieran,” I groan, and I shiver at the feeling as I lift to my hands and knees.

“Good boy,” he croons as he reaches for my neck and pulls my back against his chest. I turn my head to look at him and he smiles before kissing me. The taste of my blood is enough to have me moaning into his mouth.

He bites at my tongue as he lines his cock up to my ass. “Tell me, you love me,” Kieran growls, holding himself pressed against me but he does not move. “Hmm, you know I do,” I moan.

He moves his hand to the front of my neck and tightens his grip. “Say it,” he demands in a low growl. “Fuck me…I love you,” the words come out of me as naturally as the air I breathe. He bites down on my shoulder and moves his hand to cover my mouth as he thrusts inside.

Fuuuuck…

I watch him over my shoulder as he loses himself,fallingwith me. “You’re so fucking tight,” he nearly whimpers. His dark lashes flutter as he grips my jaw, turning my head so his lips meet mine. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he moans against my lips in a hoarse tone as he watches me stroke myself while he fucks me.

“Come for me, Kieran,” I groan, my voice husky as heavy breaths fall from my lips. His eyes roll back, his body trembling as he fucks me hard and fast, feeling the waves of bliss wash over me as he continuously hits a spot inside that has me spiraling.

“Fuuuuck, Kieran, don’t stop,” I rasp. He groans again and rams into me one last time, a loud moan ripping from his throat as he pulls out and comes over my backside. Feeling the warmth coating my skin is what ultimately sends me over the edge, and I find my own release.

“That was…” he trails off breathlessly. “Fucking amazing,” I say, finishing his thought.

Ican’t wrap my head around this.

What the fuck is going on?

I slam the bottle down onto the counter and turn to face Molly, my eyes wide with disbelief. “Okay, let me get this straight. You saw Hush on his phone, and he was making payments to them, then you questioned him and he said it was work?”

“Yeah, that’s what he said,” Molly mutters under her breath as she sighs and takes the bottle, swallowing down a bigger gulp than earlier. She shakes her head, her eyes concealed behind her amber hair as she grimaces from the burn of the alcohol.

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