Page 187 of Ruthless Claim

His leg rests between my legs and my body arches in response when it brushes against my heated core.

We don’t wait.

There’s no gentleness, no softness—just the frantic need to hold onto each other, to assure ourselves that we’re alive, that we survived this. He presses me harder against the wall, his body a furnace against mine.

I can feel his pulse, fast and frantic, matching my own. The world outside doesn’t exist in this moment. Only him. Only us.

Our mouths clash again, forceful and claiming. Cillian’s hands slide up my body to plunge underneath my sweater, grasping my breast. He groans. “Are you seriously not wearing a bra?”

His thumb flicks over my peaked nipple. “You’re asking the wrong question,” I gasp, arching into his touch.

“Hmm.” Cillian thumbs my other nipple and pure pleasure shoots through me. “And what question should I be asking?”

“Whether I’m wearing panties,” I manage to say.

Cillian’s curse is loud and filthy and I can’t help but laugh at that. Something about pregnancy has made my skin super sensitive and undergarments just aren’t cutting it right now.

He works my breasts, his fingers kneading them softly until I grind my hips against his leg still in between mine.

Cillian growls and presses his body flush against mine, the hard length of him pressing into my stomach.

I try to move my hand in between us to touch him through his pants, but he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head.

“I don’t think so,” he murmurs into my collar bone. He uses one of his hands to continue to pin my wrists while the other yanks my leggings down. He pulls back to look down and a strangled groan falls from his lips. “Fuck me, you weren’t lying,” he murmurs as he kneels down before me, hands on both of my thighs.

With a wink at me, he spreads my legs and licks me.

A loan moan rips from my chest at the feeling of his tongue against my heat. He circles the apex of my thighs, his teeth scraping slightly, and huffs a laugh against me when my hips buck and yet another moan escapes me.

“I’ll never get sick of hearing you make those noises,” he says before continuing.

My fingers grip his hair as his tongue works me in long strokes.

He slips a finger into me and I whimper, biting my lip in an effort to be quiet.

He adds a second finger and I feel the heat pooling in my stomach, begging for release.

I grip his hair harder when his fingers begin pumping faster inside me, sensing how close I am.

Cillian sucks my clit, and I look down at him on his knees before me. The sight of him undoes me and I arch off the wall as my orgasm rocks through me, my legs quivering.

He stands up, his lips shiny, and his hands go to my hips to support me while I finish coming down from my orgasm.

My lips crash against his and I can taste myself on him.

He groans deeply into my mouth as he pushes me back up against the wall, a hand coming between us to undo his pants.

I pull them down myself and they pool around his ankles, the full length of him springing free.

I can feel my slickness against my thighs and I place my hands around his neck as he lifts me up, his strong hands gripping either thigh.

My legs wrap around his waist as he slides into me. I cry out as he hisses through his teeth at how wet I am before he begins moving slowly inside me.

“Faster,” I whimper, unable to handle just how good this feels. Holding his face in my hands, I kiss him as I start to move against him, wanting to feel that delicious friction.

I meet him thrust for thrust as he slides a hand up to squeeze my breast, rolling my sensitive nipple between his fingers.

My head falls back against the wall and a moan escapes me before I can stop myself.