Page 37 of Stolen Mafia Vows
“Do you want more of me, Emily?”
“Yes.” He already fills me up, but I can’t say no to him. To this. To feeling him inside me prolonging my orgasm with every thrust.
“That’s my beautiful baby.” He pushes deeper, rocking my hips back against him, knowing how to hit right through to my core. “I’m going to come in you, puisin. You want to take my cum, don’t you?”
I don’t even have to think about it. My legs spread wider of their own accord, and I kneel on the edge of the bed, ass tilted towards him. Eoghan follows me, gripping my hips so tightly, I can feel his fingers biting into my skin. He pushes deeper still, and I dig my knees into the mattress to stop myself from sprawling forwards with the force of his thrusts.
“Fill me up,” I manage between shallow breaths.
“You want me?” His breathing is ragged now.
“Yes.”
“Say it louder, Emily. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“I want you Eoghan. I fucking want you!”
He grunts as he gives one final thrust, followed by a series of jerks as he finds his release. I feel his cum squirting inside me, filling me up, and my walls clench around him, keeping him there.
There is something fierce and rugged about Scotland. It makes me think of angry gods and warriors in kilts, where Ireland is all gentle fae and mischievous charm.
“It’s so peaceful here.”
Eoghan smiles as his eyes flit between me and the road ahead, steering the wheel easily with one hand. We’re chasing theshimmering sea down the coast, Ireland in the distance on our right, hills and mountains on our left, and my cheeks are aching from smiling so much.
“I think what you’re trying to say is that you feel at peace here because the terrain is so wild.”
He’s right. Even the sea hits the shore here with more force than it does in Ireland.
We spend the night at a hotel that must’ve been a castle once upon a time, built as a symbol of the original laird’s wealth and power. We eat haggis with bashed neeps and tatties, followed by a traditional Scottish dessert recommended to us by the server. Cranachan. A simple dish of oats, cream, raspberries and whiskey.
It all feels surreal, and I know that this isn’t real life, but I wish it could be.
“Why can’t we just keep traveling?”
Eoghan’s gray eyes have hints of sapphire-blue highlighted by the flickering candle on the table. He takes his time answering. “Is that what you really want?”
I rest my chin on my steepled fingers. He already knows me too well. We’re running away, and we can’t run forever.
“No.” I blink, and tears cling to my lashes. “I want to go home. Not back to the States,” I quickly add, “I mean home with you.”
I’ve been checking in with Sienna every day, and although she is still supportive about me spending time with Eoghan, a hint of resignation is starting to creep into our conversations. The baby will be here soon, and my family will expect me to be there when they come over to meet him or her.
But I can’t imagine being separated from Eoghan. I’m starting to feel like a clingy teenager, desperate for attention from her first boyfriend because letting him go will be the end of the world. But that isn’t what this is. He is already a part of me, and I won’t be the same person without him.
As Alice said when she visited Wonderland:I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
And some.
I hardly recognize myself and yet I know this is who I really am. I simply needed Eoghan to show me.
“Emily, do you trust me?” He offers me his hand across the table, and I take it.
“Yes.” A whisper.
“Good. Because I will never let you down. You opened your heart and showed me who you were that day at the airport, and you got my heart in return.”
“I got your heart?”
