Page 35 of Legacy Of Ashes
I obey, and his eyes darken at the sight of me displayed for him. "Fucking beautiful. I've imagined you like this a thousand times."
His fingers trace the edge of my panties, barely touching where I need him most. "So wet already. Is this all for me?"
"Yes," I gasp as he presses against my clit through the lace. "Always for you."
He hooks his fingers in the fabric and rips it away completely. The sound makes me clench with want.
"I'm going to taste you first," he says, dropping to his knees between my spread thighs. "I'm going to make you come on my tongue before I fuck you senseless."
His mouth finds my pussy without warning, tongue sliding through my slick folds with devastating skill. I cry out, hands fisting in his hair as he devours me like a starving man.
"That's it," he murmurs against my clit. "Let me hear you. I've waited three years to hear you scream my name."
He slides two fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit, and I shatter around him. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, my thighs trembling against his shoulders.
Before I can catch my breath, he's standing, freeing his cock from his trousers. The sight of him—thick and hard and weeping for me—makes my mouth water.
"Are you ready for me?" he asks, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.
"I've been ready for three years."
He pushes inside with one hard thrust, stretching me perfectly. We both freeze, overwhelmed by the sensation of finally being joined.
"Move," I whisper, nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Conall. I need you to fuck me."
"I'm going to ruin you," he warns, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. "You'll never want another man after this."
"Good," I gasp, meeting his thrust. "Ruin me. Make me yours."
He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust hitting the spot that makes me see stars. The table creaks under our combined weight, but neither of us cares.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks, voice strained. "To drive me insane with wanting you?"
"Yes," I admit, clenching around him deliberately. "I wanted to break your control."
"Consider it fucking shattered."
His hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit. The combination of his cock filling me and his skilled touch on my most sensitive spot sends me spiraling again.
"Come for me," he commands. "Come on my cock so I can feel how much you want this."
I explode around him, screaming his name as pleasure tears through me. He follows moments later, burying himself deep as he fills me with his release.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, neither wanting to break the connection.
"Well," I finally manage. "That changes everything."
His laugh rumbles against my throat. "Everything."
"Any regrets?"
He pulls back to look at me, gray eyes serious. "Only that we waited this fucking long."
My phone buzzes on the floor where it fell. Murphy's name flashes on the screen.
"Work calls," I say reluctantly.
"Let it."
