For the first time in way too long, she felt special—and she owed that to Daire Dunne.
His fingers brushed across the brand on her hip, and she gasped. Coils unfolded inside her. She caressed down the hard planes of his chest and hummed while tracing each rib. Slowly, wanting to hold on forever, she moved around and flattened her palm over the Z he’d allowed to remain on his hip.
They were both strong enough to heal the burns, and yet, neither of them had done so. The thought brought tears to her eyes, the emotion coupling with the raw desire setting her on fire. Fire made up Daire, and he was sharing that warmth with her.
He stopped moving, embedded deep. “Felicity.”
She blinked, her nails curling into his flesh. Time slowed down.
“Say my name,” he whispered.
The order rippled through her, heating every nerve. “Daire,” she rumbled.
His cock stretched even farther inside her, swelling. Her clit pounded, and her nipples hardened even more. Hunger claimed her, stealing her breath.
“Your voice destroys me every damn time.”
She smiled. “Daire,” she murmured, allowing her voice to go deep and throaty.
He shuddered. “You’re a dangerous woman.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” She leaned in and bit right above his heart. They should probably talk about the markings and their future, but at the moment, she just wanted to feel. Life was going to get even more dangerous, and she fully intended to sacrifice herself for Logan, so maybe the present was as close to forever as they’d get. She couldn’t say that, so she said the only thing that was safe. “Daire Dunne, enforcer for the Council of the Coven Nine and the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”
He groaned and pulled out to hammer back in. He brushed her clit and pressed hard.
Time awoke and sound roared in. So much, and all at once. Her legs shook.
He pistoned out and thrust back in, pounding into a rhythm so intense all she could do was hold on and feel. So close. So damn close. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the massive shower and echoed off the stone tiles. Her body tightened and he went deeper. So much deeper.
Each hard thrust battered her clit, and she held her breath, exhaling when he withdrew. Dizziness played with her.
Her breath began to pant out with his rhythm, speeding up just as he did. His intense gaze pinned her in place stronger than any hold. Need dug deep into the lines by his generous mouth. His nostrils flared like a predator’s finding his mate, giving him a primal look right at home on his rugged face. Water dripped from his thick hair, sliding down his powerful shoulders to his abs. Fire danced down his arms, crackling with righteous hunger. The flames spread from his skin to hers, sizzling across her backside and wandering up to cover her breasts with sparks of heat.
She fell over the edge, sharply crying his name. Her eyes closed, and her head smacked the stone. An avalanche of pure pleasure consumed her, forcing her to ride the wicked edge until it finished with her.
So amazing. Daire Dunne was just amazing. He dropped his chin to her neck, as she’d known he would. The act of intimacy, of understanding what he’d do as he came, filled her with wonder. With joy.
He shook as he came and then slowly licked along her collarbone.
She shivered and clenched around him.
He groaned. “You’re garna be the death of me.”
She loved, fucking loved, that brogue. “Probably,” she murmured sleepily against his shoulder.
He leaned back, and water dripped from his hair onto her arms. “It’d be a hell of a way to go.”
She smiled, her eyelids dropping.
“Let’s get into bed and go for round two.” He carried her out of the shower and immediately surrounded her with a warm towel not nearly as heated as his ripped chest.
She bit into his shoulder again. “I could go another round.”
His chuckle filled her with pleasure, and she wished more than anything to be able to hear it forever.
Chapter 25