Secrets and the Bride

My legs hit something behind me, and I start to fall, but as I do, I reach out and grab Cillian’s shirt. He’s leaning forward to wrap his arm around my waist to catch me, but it’s too late.

We both fall back onto the bed, and Cillian lands on top of me. He lets out a groan just before he buries his face in my neck. His warm breath tickles my skin, and I fight not to moan. The feeling of his weight on top of me is unexpectedly welcome.

“You always smell so damn good. The scent of you has haunted me since we danced at the Monarch event.”

“You knew it was me?” I ask, surprised.

He lifts his head to stare down at me. “Of course I did. I didn’t think you knew it was me.”

“I don’t dance with strange men.”

“You didn’t know me,” he points out.

“I knew of you. You’ve always been so mysterious. I was surprised you were even at the event.” I was so excited when I saw him enter. He was with his sister, but I would have recognized him without her by his side. The build of Cillian’s body always called to something deep inside of me that somehow sparked desire.

“You’re the one that keeps surprising me. Why would I ever be embarrassed of kissing you?”

“I’m kind of plain.”

“Plain, my ass,” he grumbles, sounding annoyed that I'd say that about myself. I fight not to wiggle around under him because my panties are getting wetter by the second. Will they soak through and onto him? “Try again,” he orders, and the demand in his voice is not helping my panty situation.

“Because we’re family?”

He thrusts against me, and I feel his hard cock grind between my legs.

“Does that feel like family?”

“No,” I gasp, and my voice doesn’t even sound like my own.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?” I nod, and his answering grin is almost sinister. “Where?”

“Everywhere.”