I need Aisling more than I need my next breath. I don’t think I could stay away from her now if I tried.
But after nearly watching her be ripped from my fingers, it’s all I can do not to lose myself in her entirely.
Yes, I’m betraying Genevieve. Just having these feelings for Aisling is unforgivable. But I don’t know how to stop it.
Aisling is the one woman I’ve never been able to forget.
Those three nights with her five years ago have haunted me ever since, and now that she’s back in my life, it’s like she’s set the rest of my memories on fire until all I have are the ashes of my time with other women.
And from those ashes, my desire for Aisling has risen like a phoenix.
She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman—smart, passionate, witty, outspoken. She’s not afraid to speak her mind, doesn’t shy away from putting me in my place, and I love her for it.
God, I love her—and it took coming that close to losing her for me to realize it.
“Raf!” she gasps, her walls spasming around my cock, urging me deeper inside her as her orgasm sweeps over me like a tsunami, rocking me to my very core.
I’m so close to losing myself inside her.
But I can’t seem to stop myself, and I keep rocking into her, urging every last aftershock of pleasure from her body as I claim her pleasure like a battle cry.
She’s quivering uncontrollably, her legs too weak to hold her up, so I scoop her into my arms, keeping my cock buried inside her as I step out of the shower and carry her into the bedroom.
I couldn’t care less that we’re still dripping water as we tumble onto the bed. And I smother her with my body, chasing away the chill by lending her my heat as I plunge into her without pausing.
Aisling’s legs wrap around my hips, her heels pressing into the base of my spine as she urges me onward—harder, deeper. “Don’t stop!” she gasps, her hips rolling beneath me as she meets each thrust with enthusiasm.
Our skin slaps together with a carnal sound, driving my arousal until my cock feels so hard, it almost hurts.
I don’t just want to fuck Aisling into oblivion.
I want to make her come so hard, she forgets her own name. I want to claim her so completely that by the time we’re finished, she’ll never be able to leave me.
It’s a desperate, hopeless desire—one that’s sure to ruin me.
But I’ll be damned if I’m not going to give it my best shot.
Because if tonight has confirmed one thing for me, it’s that I never want to let this woman go.
Aisling whimpers, her back arching until her pert nipples chafe against my bare chest, and I lean in to capture her lips as I palm her full breast.
She cries out, and I greedily swallow the sound, chasing it with my hips as I pound inside her.
Our love has never been a soft, sweet one.
It’s molten, all-consuming, and I can feel my soul searing beneath the heat of it.
But I don’t care.
All I want is to hold her for as long and as hard as I can.
With each penetrating thrust, I can feel her throbbing around me, her perfect pussy swelling as her next climax builds.
She feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, her body made just for mine. And I know I’m not going to last much longer.
I’ve wanted her too desperately for far too long.
“Come for me,focosa,” I growl—because I’m dangerously close to my own release.