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always be that way, but she feared…
    “Say it, Etaín,” he demanded.
    “No regrets.” How could she have them? She’d needed him in her life all along, though she rarely admitted to feelings of loneliness.
    Love, it swelled inside her, fierce and tender at the same time, and she wanted to give him pleasure, to express it in a way that would have him crying out in ecstasy.
    He moaned in protest when she took her mouth from his, fingers tightening in her hair in a demand that she return.
    “Let me,” she murmured against his ear, detouring there for the quick brush of lips and dart of tongue.
    His hips lifted off the mattress, hard cock driving against mound and clit and abdomen, distracting her from her intentions.
    “Maybe I should make you come on my belly,” she said, rubbingher clit against his length, fiery sensation streaking to her toes so they curled against soft sheets. “Isn’t that a popular male fantasy? To come on a woman’s pussy and breasts?”
    His hands left her hair to grip her ass as she continued to rub and grind against his cock. “Have you been watching porn?”
    She laughed. “I don’t need to now that I have you and Eamon.”
    He gave a low growl at the mention of Eamon, tried to lift and settle her onto his cock. She resisted, feminine satisfaction a hot spread through her chest when she felt the spasm of his cock against her belly, the tip wet now with arousal, the musky, intoxicating scent of desire making her fight herself as well as him.
    He shifted their positions so penetration became impossible, turning her into the one with the fierce need to come instead of the siren who’d wanted him to.
    She moved, breath catching with each strike, each press and rub of her clit to his cock.
    “Put your mouth on me,” she pleaded, hands leaving his hair to cup her breasts, to squeeze and twist and tug nipples tightened into knots of ache.
    His nostrils flared. His hunger intensifying the desire. “Say please.”
    “Please.” It was whispered feminine submission.
    His smile was a flash of victory. “Another night I’m going to make you beg even prettier.”
    “And another still, I’ll make you do the same.”
    He laughed, a man anticipating rather than one afraid. “You can try.”
    His mouth replaced her fingers to suck, each pull making her channel clamp and release, clamp and release.
    Her head went back, eyes closing as her movements quickened, her clit swollen, erect, a throbbing center of pleasure between her thighs.
    Her breath came in short pants. Arousal streamed from her slit, wetting him, wetting her inner thighs.
    His breath was equally ragged, his mouth savage, inflicting heated torment with tugs and bites to her nipple, with the swirl of his tongue and hungry sucking.
    The hands gripping her pulled her lower body more tightly to his. Hers was not the only frantic movement.
    He thrust against her, freed her nipple to say, “Fuck, Etaín. Fuck, you make me crazy.”
    “Good.” She didn’t want to be alone in her addiction, didn’t want to be the only one made helpless by a craving that intensified rather than abated.
    Good . That single word echoed through Cathal like a challenge, like a red flag waved in front of a bull.
    From the very first she’d had him by the cock, and now she held him with her ink, by magic. No regrets. It was the absolute truth, but he’d show her just what type of man she’d bound to her.
    “Come for me,” he growled, his balls hard and tight with the need to do the same, his hands changing the angle where their bodies touched. Her clit a hot firm knob he worked against his cock, exulting in each of her whimpers, in the way she touched herself, fingers reclaiming nipples.
    She was totally uninhibited. A goddess dedicated to pleasure. So sensuous he fought against lifting her, filling her and pounding into her until release took him.
    “Come for me,” he said, grinding against her, watching her face flush as orgasm claimed her, giving