In her good old Irish way
And I’d give the world to hear her sing
That song of hers today
Tears rolled down my cheeks, slowly soaking my pillow sheet. I rocked myself like he’d have done, his voice echoing in my head as he pulled the best Irish accent he could muster just for me.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don’t you cry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li
I’m here and will never say goodbye, singing you an Irish lullaby
My heart ached. “That’s not how the last line goes.”
I know. Gotta make it my own.
“But you left me, Ty.”
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don’t you cry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li… Wait…are you laughing?
“You have the worst Irish accent ever.”
His grunt of what would have been disapproval murmured in my ears, sending a sweet shudder down my core.Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Bad girls like you don’t get lullabied to sleep. They get fucked to sleep. On your stomach. Now.
I flipped over, my fingers slipping inside my panties. I was so wet and ready for him. God, I missed him. Missed the heat of his lean, firm body cascading over my skin, missed watching the angry cords of his muscles in his neck and shoulders tensing as his hands dug into my flesh, missed the thickness of him filling me all night as he relentlessly pounded me until we were both satisfied and worn out.
Ty didn’t just fuck me to sleep. He fucked the demons out until there was nothing left but the two of us and the peace that came after.
My fingers were nothing compared to the magic he wielded with his cock, but I moved fast, rubbing my clit, my teeth spearing my lips as heat gathered in my belly and pushed lower.
I fucking love your cunt. Love the way you take me, Jo. Fuck, you’re such a slut taking all of me like that, Miss Meneceo.
Moans seeped out of my throat and met the wet sounds my pussy made around my fingers.I want you to look at me.I rolled on my back to see his face as if he were here.Look at how you’re taking my cock, Jo.
I gasped loudly, my back arching, my pelvis in the air reaching, begging for him.I fucking love you, Jo. Fucking love you…
Jo.
My eyes snapped open as, suddenly, it wasn’t Ty’s voice or face in my head. It wasn’t his lips that said my name. It was Furore’s.
C’mon, don’t be shy now. I know you want me like I want you.
“What the fuck?” I gasped at the empty darkness, my mind playing a slideshow of one picture on repeat. Laius Lazzarini’s lips puckering up and whispering my name, slowly, teasingly, sensually.
Be a good girl and finish yourself off for me…Jo.
Abruptly, dark green eyes framed in gray taunting me, my body clenched and an orgasm crashed over me hard.
Ci vediamo, Jo.
CHAPTER 4
Furore