Page 21 of Legacy Of Ashes
"Christ, Saoirse. Your hands feel so good."
"I want to taste you," she whispers, starting to slide off the desk.
"Later." I catch her hips, pulling her back. "Right now I need to be inside you before I lose my mind."
I tear her underwear away, the sound of ripping lace filling the air. She moans at the roughness, her pussy clenching around nothing.
"Look at me," I command, positioning my cock at her entrance. "I want to see your face when I claim you."
Her eyes lock with mine as I push inside her slowly, inch by torturous inch. She's so tight I have to fight not to slam home immediately.
"You feel incredible," I breathe, finally buried to the hilt. "Like you were made for my cock."
She rocks against me, taking me even deeper. "Move. Please, Conall. I need you to fuck me."
I begin to thrust, slow and deep at first, watching her face transform with pleasure. Her mouth falls open, breathy moans escaping with each stroke.
"Harder," she demands, nails digging into my shoulders. "I want to feel you splitting me open."
I give her what she wants, driving into her with increasing force. The desk shakes beneath us, papers scattering to the floor as I pound into her tight heat.
"That's it," she cries, her pussy clenching around me. "Fuck me harder. Make me scream."
I reach between us, finding her swollen clit with my thumb. She arches off the desk, a broken cry tearing from her throat.
"You like that? You like my thumb on your clit while I fuck you?"
"Yes, God yes. Don't stop."
I circle her clit faster, feeling her body tighten around me. She's close, so close I can feel her orgasm building.
"Come for me," I command, slamming into her. "Come on my cock like a good girl."
She shatters with a scream that echoes through the warehouse, her pussy convulsing around me as she comes. The sight and feel of her climax pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep and spill inside her with a roar, marking her as mine.
We stay connected for long moments, breathing hard against each other. Her pulse races beneath my lips as I kiss her throat.
"Fuck," she whispers finally. "That was..."
"Just the beginning," I promise, still hard inside her. "When I get you alone properly, I'm going to spend hours learning every inch of your body."
We stay connected for long moments, breathing hard against each other. Reality slowly seeps back in.
"Well," she says finally. "That was unexpected."
I laugh despite myself. "Which part?"
"All of it. The meeting, this..." She gestures between us. "I feel like I've been sleepwalking for years and finally woke up."
"Saoirse." I cup her face, forcing her to meet my eyes. "This changes everything."
"I know." No fear in her voice, just determination. "I'm not afraid of the consequences."
"Your father will kill me."
"Only if he finds out." Her smile turns wicked. "And I'm very good at keeping secrets."
I help her down from the desk, both of us straightening our clothes. She looks thoroughly debauched despite her efforts.
