Page 68 of Ruthless Dream

“We both did. I. . . I had a bad day yesterday too, and I should’ve taken a breather.”

She strokes my arm. “What do you mean? Did something happen?”

“Just a weird meeting.” It wasn’t until this afternoon that some of my tension finally dissolved. “And look, I’m sorry about the video⁠—”

Adeline grabs my hand playing with her hair and drags it down. My fingers trace the arousal stuck to her thighs.

“It’s fine,” she says shyly.

I swallow. “What kind of book were you reading again?”

Her soft laugh is sweet. Her voice huskier than a few seconds ago. “I said I got overwhelmed. Not that I didn’t like the video—and what happened in it.”

My body rolls toward her. “Really?”

Her hand teases my hair as I crawl down her body.

“Ciaran,” she mumbles when I kiss her bellybutton. My lips trail across her skin, my fingers digging into her waist.

I spread her thighs, licking her seam. I kiss her wet cunt, and I spread her open, spearing my tongue inside her.

My hand presses her waist down, holding her in place. A disgruntled murmur leaves her but I hold steady. I suck and bite and nibble.

She tries to squirm, her breath quickening when I gently trace her clit with my tongue, my finger doing the same a second later. Her hips rock as I alternate between feathery kisses and firmer ministrations.

My favorite thing is hearing the different strangled cries as she tries to quiet herself. It only drives me mad, furthering my need to undo her completely.

Placing one leg on my shoulder, I spread her wider, sucking her. She stiffens in surprise when I swirl her arousal to her arse, teasing.

“No, wait.” She lifts her torso. One look from me and she flops back down, her hands fisting the bedsheet. “Wait. . .”

Her chest heaves, her mouth dropping open.

“You know I’m going to have it too, princess,” I murmur in between suckling her pussy.

One finger toys with her arsehole, forcing her to open up. I’m rewarded with a breathless moan.

I tease her, my finger pushing into her arse while I suck her clit.

She jerks again, her fingers twisting into my hair. The pain only heightens my nerves, my cock weeping with need.

“Wait, wait, wait.” She panics, trying to pull me away.

The effort is null as I feast on her.

“Ciaran.” The final syllable floats, her body stiffening, her muscles clenching.

I clean her, my tongue still lapping as her muscles ease against the mattress. My cock is begging for relief, but determination keeps me on task.

Until she threads her fingers through my hair again, pulling me to her.

I let her taste herself on my lips. Her hand moves for me, but I stop her, forcing them back beside her as I thrust my cock into her swollen cunt.

After I fill her up, I gently untangle myself, cleaning her up. She’s already floating off to a dream when I kiss her forehead and fix the covers.

CHAPTER 16

Adeline