Page 34 of Shattered Veil
The fierceness in his voice makes my heart stutter. I want to believe him so badly it hurts.
“Promise?” I whisper. I want to trust in that, but I think of how everyone who ever loved me—two sets of parents—ended up gone. Forever.
“I swear it,” Rory says, his words ringing with sincerity.“On everything I am, on everything we’ll be. I’m not going anywhere.”
We stare at each other, the silence filled with unspoken emotions. All the fear, the longing, the relief—it stretches this moment into an eternity. My skin feels like an inferno of awareness at every point where we touch.
Rory’s eyes darken, and I see his need in them.He needs me. I need him.
I can’t look away as he leans in, his lips taking mine roughly, quickly. The kiss deepens instantly, urgent and hungry. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I give over to him, pressing closer.
Rory’s hands slide down my back, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him. I can feel how hard he is already as his cock presses against me, solid as steel. The knowledge that he wants me this badly after everything he’s been through, after seeing me again for just a few minutes, sends a rush of heat straight to my center.
“Gods, Brigid,” Rory mutters against my lips.“I have to have you. Now.”
In one quick motion, he lifts me off my feet. I help, wrapping my legs around his waist instinctively. His strength never fails to impress me—the way he can manhandle me so effortlessly. I can feel the solid muscles of his chest and arms as he holds me like I’m a feather, even though I’m not light. He’s so strong that he lifts me up like it’s nothing.
Rory carries me toward the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. The urgency in his movements, the way his hands grip me possessively—it’s making me ache with need for him. I grind against him, desperate for friction.
“You’re so fucking soft,” Rory murmurs, his voice gravelly.“So perfect in my arms. I’m going to make you feel so good, love.”
His words make my belly tighten.
He lays me down on the bed gently, but there’s nothing gentle about the way he starts undressing me. My thin shirt is ripped open by his bare hands, exposing my lacy bra. His fingers trace over the swell of my breasts before he yanks the cups down, freeing my breasts.
I arch up into his touch, moaning as he pinches one nipple between his fingers, rolling it roughly. The sensation sends a shock of pleasure straight to my core.
“Rory,” I gasp, reaching for him. But he captures my hands, pinning them above my head.
“No.”
That one word brings another rush of heat through me. I nod, biting my lip as he releases my hands. He trails his lips down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. I squirm beneath him, my skin tingling everywhere he touches me.
“Please,” I ask.“I need you inside me.”
Rory’s eyes widen at my words. He shoves his pants down, freeing his cock. It’s huge—like him—thick and hard, the head already glistening.
He positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the tip through my folds. I’m soaked to the point of dripping, my arousal coating him.
“Look at you,” Rory murmurs, his voice hoarse.“So fucking wet for me. You need this, don’t you?”
I nod, but no reply is necessary. He can see exactly what I need.
Without another word, Rory thrusts into me in one swift stroke. I cry out as he fills me to the brim, his cock hitting every nerve ending inside me. He starts moving, pistoning in and out of me with rough, urgent strokes.
My hips rise up to meet him, matching his rhythm. Each thrust sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
Rory’s muscled body looms over me, his skin glistening with sweat in the dim daylight that creeps in through the gap in the curtains. My own body is flushed and trembling, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. I can hear my own moans and gasps mingling with Rory’s growls of pleasure. And through it all, the dominant sound is the slickness of our sex, the wet noises as Rory’s cock slides in and out of me, bringing us both closer to release.
It doesn’t take long before I feel the familiar tightening inside me. I reach down, rubbing my clit in time with Rory’s thrusts.
“That’s it, love.” Rory watches me touch myself.“Come for me, Brigid. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
His words send me over the edge. I cry out, my orgasm ripping through me. My pussy clamps down on Rory’s cock, milking him as I come.
He grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, stabbing stroke, he stills, his cock buried deep inside me as he comes, hot and wet as he fills me up.
We lie there, panting and spent, for several long moments. Rory rolls off me, pulling me close against his chest and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
