Page 52 of Intimately Faithful

It was a token fight to resist the pull towards her these past days.

The rage was strong.

In his body, spinning through his head and especially his heart.

Before she could protest, he grasped her hand in his palm and began leading her out through the back corridor to the door which he locked behind them and then over to the house. His voice felt raw as he spoke. “I’m a lot of things, Aoife, but I won’t take you in my church.”

She dared to giggle, gripping his hand with two of hers. “I won’t be sorry, Danny.”

He cast a look back. A look so impassioned he felt his own liver burn up inside him.

He wanted her so badly he was shaking.

“Neither will I.”

Minutes later he locked the door to his house with them inside and Aoife plastered to his chest.

“Now can we make out? I’m dying, Danny-boy.”

Never. He vowed the day she died, if it were before him, he wouldn’t see the next sunrise.

He couldn’t live in a world knowing she wasn’t in it. It wasunthinkable.

A significant part of him wanted to do this the right way. Offer her everything. Ask for her hand, to put his ring on her finger and know they belonged to each other in every lawful way they could.

To do itrightthis time.

He was many things to a lot of people, but there was no doubt in that moment he wasjusta simple man with sordid hungers rushing through his blood and the noise was urging him to take his girl down to the floor and mount her slender body, so he could live again.

Anticipation scorched through his veins,stimulating, electrifying.

Drawing on his wealth of memories, he unlocked one and remembered the exact way she liked being kissed right before they…. He pressed her lips, waited for her to open and invite him in.

This taste of Aoife was so outrageously right and delicious and sexual, he had the need to drink her in, with one giant swallow of lust.

It was as if the flood gates had burst open and he was drowning in her.

Her fingers twisted in his shirt to keep balanced.

He tore his mouth away on a groan of her name before diving back in.

Desperation worked his body like a tuning fork until all he heard was a fine humming and then that same desperation had him pressing her into a wall and hooking one of her legs high on his waist, so he could fit himself into that small nook of her thighs where paradise was waiting for him.

He should stop comparing the divine afterlife to her pussy, and if he had an ounce of strength left he absolutely would do that. But until then, her pussy was his mecca.

A montage of blinking lights popped behind his lids.

So good, it was just too good. Go slow.

His rolling hips had other ideas when she started to climb him like a spider monkey, her lovely legs wrapped around his waist and he groaned into a thrust.

Soft met hard and Danny was lost to the sensations swamping his head.

“Aoife.”My Aoife. “Where’ve you been all this time?” It was as if all those missing minutes came crashing down around him, stealing his heartbeats. Another kiss, more forceful than he intended but he was without control and when she opened to accept his tongue he didn’t hesitate diving into her sweet taste.

Long minutes elapsed.

“You smell so good,” she whimpered, with her nose buried in his chest, moving it from side to side enough to have Danny wanting her to roam his entire body in that excited, unhurried way—exploring him, relearning the way they made love.

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