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“It’s okay,” she says.

“It’s not okay. I shouldn’t have taken what Trick told you out on you. I know I fucked up and am still working on righting my wrongs. It just hurt to hear you think so low of me.”

Aisling studies me, her eyelids red and puffy from crying.

I hate that I made her cry.

“I don’t think low of you. You didn’t let me finish before you assumed what I was thinking.”

I reach up and wipe away the tears on her cheek with my thumb.

“I’m not going to lie, it cut deeper than I wanted it to when Trick said you didn’t want me and even more so when he said you were going to take Cormac away. Not because I thought you would actually do it, but just thinking about it happening in any circumstance is enough to make me want to die.” Aisling brings her hand up to my wrist, grabbing on and holding my hand to her face. “All I’ve ever wanted was you.”

My eyes move down to her lips, seeing one small tear I missed stuck on the top of her lip. I lean in, pressing my lips to her and kissing the tear away.

I meant for it to be a soft, subtle kiss, but she had other plans. Aisling’s mouth opens as she slips her tongue into mine. It’s not dominating or a fight for control. It’s slow and emotional as she pours her need for me down my throat.

And I take it like the selfish bastard I am.

I take until she has nothing left to give, and only then do I roll her onto her back and give back everything she’s given me and more.

My hands slide under her silk nightie, kneading the skin as I push it up her body. I break the kiss as I pull back, giving her room to arch her back so I can slip the nightie the rest of the way off.

Her feet are pushing down the waistband of my boxers until they’re around my ankles and I can kick them off. My lips trail along her jaw and down her neck, tracing the vine tattoo that’s on her collarbone with my tongue. I smile against her skin as I feel her body shiver beneath me.

She’s at my mercy to take what I give her. And I’m going to give her the world.

Her nails raking down my back egg me on, desperate to get all the little sighs and moans out of her I know are only for me.

I grind my hips against her core in a slow, sensual circular motion. Aisling gasps as my hard cock pokes at her entrance, begging to be let inside but stopped by the tiny scrap of lace. My hand caresses back down her side until I reach the string. Fisting it in my hand, I give it a hard yank, the elastic snapping against her skin making a tiny cry leave her lips.

“Oops.” I nip at the vine. What I wouldn’t give to have my name tattooed on the other side. “So sorry, baby doll.”

“No, you’re not.” Aisling laughs. It comes out needy.

“You’re right, I’m not.” My lips leave her collarbone and trail down between her full tits.

My dick twitches at the memory of what happened in my room earlier today. I palm one, feeling the heavy weight in my hand as I kneed, earning a moan. Her puckered bud looks ripe and swollen.

“Are you thirsty?” Aisling asks, her voice low and seductive.

“Parched,” I growl, pinching the bud between my fingers.

Aisling cries out, arching into me. “Then be a good boy and drink.”

My eyes lock on the prize, and my mouth salivates at the tit that’s begging to be drained. I dive face first into her luscious tits, both of them cushioning the sides of my cheeks like pillows as I shake my head from side to side, nipping at her breastbone until you can see my teeth marks. I place a kiss on the side of each breast before latching on to the one that’s practically weeping for me.

Warm milk squirts into my mouth, making me grind down against her cleft. The harder I suck, the harder I grind down on her, brushing her clit each time.

Aisling’s moans are getting louder and louder.

“Hash, baby, please,” Aisling begs, sounding breathless and needy as her head thrashes from side to side.

As much as it turns me on to see her desperate with need for me, tonight isn’t the night to make her beg for it.

Tonight she takes.

I release the taunt bud with a pop as I line my dick up with her slick, wet heat. I don’t need to check whether she’s ready. The wetness drenching my throbbing head tells me she is.