Page 23 of Midnight of Ashes
His fingers parted me, and I sucked in a breath as they slid inside. I couldn’t help my eyes falling closed on the delicious stretch.
“Open,” Cillian ordered. “Eyes on me.”
My lids flew open, my gaze finding his. That dark green was practically black again. Cillian’s fingers curled inside me, and my legs trembled.
Cillian stroked that spot that had everything inside me vibrating. “Don’t come.”
“I don’t know if I can control that,” I admitted.
His eyes sparked. “You can, and you will.”
I bit the inside of my cheek.
Cillian grinned and leaned forward. His tongue flicked across my clit, and I cried out as sensation ripped through me.
All Cillian did was slip another finger inside me.
I whimpered, my fingers tugging hard on the wraps around my wrists. The bite of pain helped me fight back the orgasm, but then Cillian’s lips closed around the bundle of nerves. He worked my clit like an artist painting a masterpiece.
As his fingers stroked inside me, his tongue teased my hood, tempting it back until my most sensitive spot was exposed to him. “Don’t come,” he growled against my flesh.
I bit down on my cheek until the coppery tang of blood filled my mouth.
The tip of Cillian’s tongue rolled around my clit, sending a wildfire blazing across my skin. My walls clamped down on his fingers, trying to get him to stop moving because I couldn’t hold it back. Not anymore.
“I can’t,” I gasped.
“A little more. Hold it back,” Cillian crooned as he pressed his fingers down.
Tears filled my eyes, spilling over from the sheer sensation overwhelming me. Pressure, so much of it, everywhere.
“So beautiful.” Cillian’s voice was a balm washing over me. “Taking it all. That’s my good girl.”
Everything in me shook. The chain rattled above my head with the force of it all.
“Let go. Come for me, Little Flame.”
Cillian’s lips closed around my clit, and he sucked hard as his fingers pressed firmly against my G-spot.
It was as if someone lit a chain of fireworks within, explosion after explosion of sensation, everything stretching outward. And I shattered, my vision tunneling as Cillian took everything I had.
My legs collapsed, and Cillian gripped me around the waist but didn’t let up. Not until I was limp and barely conscious.
He stood, cradling me in one arm while he cut the binds with his other hand. He held me to him, nuzzling my neck. “My good girl. Always giving me everything I need.”
13
HAYDEN
I was practically boneless as Cillian carried me up the stairs and toward his bedroom. I couldn’t even be bothered by the fact that I was completely naked and anyone in the house could’ve seen me.
He laid me gently on the bed, pulling the covers up around me and brushing his lips across my temple. “Be right back.”
I mumbled something incoherently, already slipping into that state between sleep and wakefulness. I heard the shower turn on. My body stirred a fraction, pushing me to follow Cillian into the shower, to give him a little of what he’d given me. But sleep tugged at me again.
I woke as the bed dipped behind me. Cillian’s large form curved around my smaller one as he pulled me to him.
“I need to shower,” I grumbled.
