Page 63 of Legacy Of Ashes
"Because Murphy exposed the same cunts trying to kill you now. They murdered him when you were two." I step closer. "They think you have his evidence."
She opens the folder. Her hands tremble as she stares at the photo—a man with her eyes, her stubborn chin. DNA results spelling out the truth.
"Shit." Tears streak down her cheeks. "Does this change things? Between us?"
The break in her voice guts me. I cross to her, cup her face.
"You think I care whose blood you carry?" My thumb catches her tears. "I've wanted you since you came back from university. Since you walked into that boardroom and told your father his ideas were shit."
"Conall—"
I kiss her before she can think of reasons why not. She tastes like whiskey and desperation. Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer.
"We can't," she breathes against my lips.
"Why not?"
"Because once we cross this line?—"
"There's no going back. Good." I back her against the window, press my body against hers. "I'm done pretending I don't want to fuck you."
Her pupils blow wide. "My father will kill you."
"Worth it." I grind my hips against her, let her feel how hard she makes me. "Been worth it for years."
She searches my face. Whatever she sees there breaks her resolve. She yanks my mouth back to hers, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Bedroom. Now."
I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. She bites my neck, sucks marks I'll wear tomorrow. My cock throbs against her ass with every step.
In my bedroom, I set her down next to the bed. City lights cut through the darkness, painting her skin silver.
"Strip," I order.
Her fingers shake as she unbuttons her shirt. I watch every inch of skin she reveals, my cock getting harder with each piece of clothing that hits the floor. When she's naked, I drink in the sight—full breasts, curved hips, the dark hair between her thighs.
"Your turn," she says.
I tear off my shirt, kick off my pants. Her eyes drop to my cock, and she licks her lips.
"Fuck, Saoirse." I reach for her.
She dodges my hands, drops to her knees. "I want to taste you first."
My brain short-circuits when her mouth wraps around my cock. Hot, wet, perfect. She takes me deep, her tongue working magic I've only dreamed about.
"Christ," I groan, threading my fingers through her hair. "Your mouth?—"
She pulls off with a wet pop. "Good?"
"Too good. Get on the bed before I come down your throat."
She crawls onto the mattress, looks back at me over her shoulder. "How do you want me?"
"Every way." I follow her, grab her hips. "But first, I need to be inside you."
I push her onto her back, settle between her spread thighs. My cock presses against her entrance—she's soaked, ready for me.
