6
Bain
I’m going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. Then I will tell my family to fuck off and keep you all to myself until I draw my last breath.
It was on the tip of my tongue to confess it all to her, but I bit down hard on the urge and took another swallow of wine before answering her. “There is no score,” I told her honestly before throwing in a bald-faced lie. “This is whatever you want it to be.”
“No rules?” Her fingers climbed up my arm, tracing over the veins that were already popped up. “This ends when I want it to?”
Fuck no. It’s never going to end. Even when you find out who I am and want to put a bullet in me.
“No rules,” I confirmed in a tight voice. “You call the shots.”
For the moment.
“I don’t want anything heavy,” she said, her voice almost stern, but her eyes told another story. “While we’re both on the island, we are exclusive. When we leave, it’s over. We move on with our lives. What happens on the island, stays on the island.”
I smirked, knowing that was utter bullshit. Her pretty brown eyes told me loud and clear that she wanted this to last past our time on the island, but I wasn’t going to call her out on it. Just as I wasn’t going to correct her about what happened while on the island remaining here. She was definitely going to be leaving with more of me than she anticipated.
“Whatever you want, mo chroí.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” she asked grumpily.
“Perhaps one day,” I evaded. Standing, I picked up the tray and set it on the floor by the door. Once the bed was clear, I crawled in, ready for dessert.
Ciana dropped back onto the pillows, her legs already opening for me. I shrugged off the robe, leaving my shirt on. My skin itched to feel hers rubbing over every inch of mine, but if she saw my back, it would be game over. Grasping her feet, I pulled her farther down the bed until she was completely under me. “Are your guards going to come looking for you if you don’t check in?”
A sly smile teased at her luscious mouth. “Nope. I told them I was going to read in my room, binge my favorite shows I haven’t caught up on in a while, and gorge on room service at some point. They were just glad to be out of the sun for the rest of the day.” She wrapped her hand around my thick cock, rubbing the already dripping tip over her slit. “I don’t have to deal with those two until midmorning tomorrow.”
“Put me inside you, mo chroí,” I commanded. “If all I can have of you is the time we’re here together, I don’t want to waste a single minute.”
She’d been so intent on stroking me as she guided me to her entrance that it took a moment for what I’d said to hit her. Her head shot up, her eyes softening when she saw that I was earnest. “M-maybe we should make one rule?” she suggested, licking her lips nervously. “I-I think it would be…safer. Yeah, safer. For both of us. We should agree not to catch feelings.”
“Ah, it’s far too late for that.” Grasping her hips, I thrust all the way inside her, distracting her from my confession.
She gasped at my invasion, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I began to ride her hard. “Did you get bigger?” she whined, her pussy walls clamping down on me hard. “You feel bigger.”
“You’re swollen,” I soothed even as I thrust harder inside her. “Am I hurting you?”
“N-no,” she whimpered. “Nothing about what you’re doing right now could ever be considered painful. It’s just…overwhelming.”
“What about this is overwhelming you, mo chroí?” I rasped at her ear. “Shall I slow down, fuck you slower?”
“No, no, no!” She shook her head adamantly. “I’m just trying to process what you said, but I can’t because this feels so damn good and I can’t think past how hard I’m about to come.”
She moaned as I made my thrusts shallower, focusing directly on her G-spot. My balls were already starting to tighten, that tingle at the base of my spine telling me that I was about to blow whether I wanted to or not. I gritted my teeth, wanting to prolong it for both of us. “Don’t think. Just feel. You want to set a rule, then let that be it. You’re not allowed to think past our time together. There is no one else. Just us.”
“But we have to be smart,” she panted, the sharp bite of her nails helping me to hold on to my release. “I don’t want…to get…hurt.”
“I would cut out my own heart and gift it to you before I ever hurt you, Ciana,” I vowed. Sweat pouring down my back, I paused, my cock so deep inside her there was no way to determine where one of us began and the other ended. Cupping the side of her face with one hand, I tried to put everything I felt for her into my eyes for her to see. “I only want to worship you.”
Her breath shuddered out of her. “Torin…” I had to clench my jaw to keep from correcting her. I wanted her to call me Bain so badly, I could practically taste it. “Okay,” she whispered. “I agree with your rule. No thinking.”
“Come for me,” I commanded. “I want to feel you when I spill again, mo chroí.”
Her cries of pleasure echoed off the walls as she gave me what I wanted. As soon as I felt her body begin to convulse around my shaft, I was lost.
Fuck, who was I kidding? I’d been lost the first time I set eyes on her.