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First things first.
His fingers immediately come to my clit.
Oh! Fuck! I’m so sensitive.
God, that’s good. So beyond good.
“Inside me, too,” I pant, already on the edge of coming, and I can tell it won’t be my first orgasm of the night. Since when has Anna been able to fuck Domhn? The thought makes me furious, but then other memories start to drip in as I dig at the wall between us.
That little bitch tried to getridof me!
Fucking whore!
“Oh god, Donny, give it to me harder,” I cry.
But my words somehow flip some opposite switch. Domhnall freezes above me, eyes dark in the moonlit room.
“What?”
“You haven’t called me Donny in forever.”
I glare up at him. “I’ll call you whatever you want me too if you’ll finish fucking my ass and give me the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my goddamned life. Now are you gonna choke me, too, or fucking what?”
His gaze softens, and a wicked smile takes over his face.
Then one hand slides my T-shirt up my chest, exposing my breasts more fully to the cool night air before his fingers settle around my throat and start to squeeze.
“Your wish is my command.”
My head falls back to the pillow as he steals my air andreallystarts thrusting, hips grinding in that way that hits my clit while he fucks me deep and much rougher now.
Pleasure lights like sparking rockets behind my eyelids.
Goddamn.
I’ve missed you, love.
Domhnall wantsto shower with me after the enthusiastic, rough sex that woke me. His eyes are still dark with that delicious hint of danger I love so much, his skin flushed from exertion.
“Let me join you,” he murmurs, voice still rough with desire despite how thoroughly I’ve exhausted him. His fingers brush my hip, leaving trails of fire across my skin.
“No,” I whisper back, pressing a kiss to his jawline, tasting salt and that unique flavor that’s purely him. “You should sleep. I’ll just wash off and be right back.”
I take longer than necessary in the shower, letting scalding water sluice over my body, washing away his delicious sticky cum. He’d been such a messy, messy boy tonight. I shiver remembering his grip on my hips, the way he’d growled in my ear before spilling himself deep inside me, then again an hour later when I’d pushed him past what he thought he could give.
The bathroom fills with steam, clouding the mirror and cocooning me in a private world of heat and falling water. I press my forehead against the cool tile, allowing myself one moment of weakness before reality crashes back.
I’ve been gone too long.
My face hardens as I peek back in the bedroom after myextended shower. Yep, he’s finally asleep. He came twice, and I suspect once before I even woke up, so I figured he’d be out like a light. His broad chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of deep sleep, one arm flung across the space where I should be. Something in my chest twists at the sight of him—vulnerable, trusting, completely unaware of the storm brewing around us.
I slide the door shut with excruciating care, then wipe off the fogged-up mirror with my towel, creating a clear circle in the condensation.
I stare hard at the face reflected back at me.
“What the fuck did you do to me, bitch?” I hiss at my reflection, though I’m not speaking to myself. I’ve been catching only fragmented glimpses through spotty memory, but now I relent and open a little space to let her out.
With her comes much clearer floods of memory, like a dam breaking in my mind. I see exactly what Anna did with that fucking hypnotist to try to get rid of me for good. The sessions, the techniques, the careful way she worked to erase me. To eradicate me like I’m some fucking cancer instead of the part of us that’s kept us alive all these years.
