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the end of me,” he said, his grip on her wrist
weakening as if he couldn’t help himself.
    “Good.” She wanted to brand him the way he had her. Imprint
her memory in his mind so he would never forget the way she touched him.
    Ciar panted as she increased her pace. She pressed her lips
to his collarbone as her fingers moved over his hard length. When her thumb
caressed the crown of his cock he bucked against her.
    “Enough,” he said, catching her around the waist and
tumbling her backward onto the bed. “Or I will be of no use to you.”
    The words were not the deterrent he meant them to be. She
might want him desperately but the idea of controlling his pleasure, of driving
him wild with her touch was a heady notion.
    “I like to play,” she whispered, arching under him.
    “So do I,” he breathed against her lips.
    He gripped the small black panties she wore and stripped
them off her body, leaving her completely naked to his view. But despite her
vulnerability, Mikayla didn’t hesitate as she reached for him.
    “So beautiful,” he growled to her, his hands pushing apart
her thighs.
    Mikayla let her legs open at his caress. The heat of his
palms on her thighs burned away any nerves she might have felt. The only thing
that mattered was satisfying the lust spiraling through her.
    But when he stroked a finger along her slit, all logical
thought fled.
    Mikayla gasped, throwing back her head as he played with
her. Ciar touched her with the same maddening slowness she had tortured him
with. He flicked his fingers over her clit and nearly sent her flying from the
bed.
    “More,” she pleaded as he stroked her.
    One questing finger parted her folds before delving into
her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
    “Wet,” he whispered in her ear, sounding very
self-satisfied. “All for me.”
    “Yes,” she panted. Anything for him.
    He stroked his finger into her, making her writhe under his
touch. Her hips rocked against his as she fought for more.
    “Please, Ciar,” she begged. “Please.” She wanted more than a
finger.
    With a last lingering touch, he withdrew his hand. Mikayla
nearly cried out in loss.
    But he didn’t leave her wanting for long. Pushing her legs
farther apart, he settled between her thighs. She undulated, loving the weight
of him on top of her.
    He drew back enough to see her face and Mikayla tried to
memorize the moment. Ciar over her, gazing at her with scorching lust, while
his cock pressed intimately against her.
    “Now,” she whispered.
    Ciar needed no more urging. He kissed her roughly as he
thrust into her. Mikayla cried out against his lips, arching under him in
pleasure. She threw back her head as he drove into her.
    He paused when he was buried to the hilt within her. Mikayla
appreciated his consideration but she needed no time to adjust, not when she
was sure she’d explode if he didn’t move soon.
    Gripping her hips, he withdrew with teasing slowness. A
desperate cry escaped her when he surged forward once more.
    “Again,” she demanded. Ciar clearly knew what he was doing.
    He flashed a grin before thrusting back into her. With every
stroke he took her higher, building her pleasure with expert touches. His hot
breath panted against her neck as she wrapped her arms around his broad
shoulders.
    Mikayla gasped as he stroked into her, her nails biting into
the bronzed skin she clutched. He was her only anchor as her body writhed with
the force of the pleasure he inspired. Instinctively she rocked her hips up to
meet his every thrust, trying to pull him even deeper into her.
    She surged against him, needing more. The bed creaked under
them and for a fleeting second Mikayla prayed her sisters wouldn’t return
early. Nothing could stop her driving need for fulfillment. This all-consuming
desire left no room to concentrate on anything but the sizzling sensations Ciar
inspired within her.
    More , she wanted to cry out but she was beyond words.
Instead she moved faster, rocking