Chapter 15 Enough With The Back And Forth

Chapter 15 Enough With The Back And Forth
Silence filled the car as we drove back to the house. I wasn't sure what to say or how to break the ice, so I kept my mouth shut. My fake husband seemed on edge to do his dirty ways to me. 

The beating of my heart was a drum; it grew louder and louder as we reached the garage. I was gasping for air as he pulled me out of the car and straight inside the house. 

His movements were so sure and fast, one moment I was in the car with him, and the next thing I knew, I was being pinned to the wall. 

My spine shivered as his hand started to trace the inches of my body. 

“Tell me what you want, wife.” His eyes were hungry like a predator ready to savour its prey. 

That prey was me. 

The way he looked at me, with burning desire, with every catching breath, I knew I was doomed from the start. 

“I don’t know, Cillian.” He growled with dismay, he stepped away from me, and instantly, I regretted making him upset. 

I reached for him, wanting the warmth only he can bring to come back to me. 

But he snatched both of my wrists and interlocked them above my head, like an actual hostage. 

“Stop, you haven't earned any access to touch me yet.” 

“And you have?” My nostrils flare in madness. 

His hand moved freely to my neck, and my body perked up, ready for him. 

“I’m not a coward to mark what’s mine.” 

I was done with the push and the pull. Our never-ending back-and-forth needed to end.

The feeling of uncertainty was driving me up the wall; it was clear that I was still drowning in the love that had been forgotten, and maybe I didn't need saving. 

I was required to swim. 

He released me, but I launched myself at him, proving that I would take the lead from now on. I wrapped my hand around his nape, showing him how desperate I was for his affection and touch. 

Our kiss deepened, and when it ended, I found myself being lifted to the ground, 

“Cillian, you know I could walk right?” 

“Sure doesn't mean I’ll let you.” His voice was husky. 

“Why not?” I teased him while we climbed the stairs. 

“I want to monitor you twenty-four seven.” He explained as he threw me into his bed. 

Nerves crawled under my skin; the feeling of getting naked with him sounded most exciting. 

“The possessiveness is quite a stalker level."  

“Tell me about it, I’m already thinking about how to put a GPS on our child.” He was so dead serious. 

“Thinking about being a father often? I see.” 

“More than I should.” He guided my hands toward his length.

My throat quickly dried upon holding his manhood. I could touch the length and the biggest of this hard male part Cillian possessed.  

Hail Mary, full of grace, would you lead me as I explore this part of me, being a woman? 

"Feel it, baby." He whispered. 

I slightly massaged it; I heard him moan. Why does it feel so good to listen to him moan? This is just pure lust. A woman capable, still glancing at me with full fire and desire in his eyes, of lusting after a man. Totally normal. I craved Cillian's body next to mine. 

"Am I touching you right?" He pulled me into him 

"I think you're a natural." He is downright handsome. He is indeed the only man that I had intercourse with, in every timeline and space; he was the only one who could set my body ablaze. 

He was oozing with sex appeal, and I was salivating. 

Then, he pushed me to the bed again and started kissing me wildly.

"I want you so bad, did you know that?” Cillian whispered.  I craved for him, as I do for oxygen; I've known this feeling the moment I laid my eyes upon him. 

He immediately removed my clothes and looked me over with so much approval.

"Darn it! You're so beautiful!" He cussed. I stared at him, and the instant chemistry between us was sparkling. He kissed me on the lips again; this time, it was demanding, rough, and solid. It caused an explosion within me. 

Blood rushed through my veins. It's like I'm riding a carousel, and it won't stop spinning. His fingers skimmed slowly, lips still on mine, and I agreed not to fight it; I kissed him back, hungrily, my entire body wished for having him near me. I was a little scared, but I let him do what he wanted. 

He slightly leaned away from me; his warm breath fanned into my skin. His pulse thrilled, visible beneath the bronzed skin of his throat. A quiet sound never produced in my entire life escaped my mouth when his hands drifted up into my breasts, caressing them with so much passion. His hands squeezed, and I shook. It was an increasing tremor that spread through my body, taking my breath away. 

He smelled like fresh morning dew. He looked like mine. 

"Sloane, this is the last time I'm going to ask you, do you want this? Because I won't hold myself back." He was intimately searching my eyes. I nodded and let him be the king tonight.

Cillian's kisses must be what taking drugs would feel like. No matter how much I stole under his shirt and leaned to his warm, sexy lips, I couldn't get enough of this man. His skin was boiling, and my palms glided along with his ripped muscles, squeezing his carved cobblestone abs.

Gosh, Cillian is so sexy, I think I'm going to die. I tried to keep up with him; my hand traveled higher, poking the hardened nipple in his juicy pectoral muscle. He shivered as I touched him with more demand. 

Playing with a bit of nub on his nipples turned me on; I'm forced to swallow down a moan. Cautiously, I lifted my eyes to meet Cillian's face and saw that he was enjoying it. 

Cillian was panting before me as I delivered the same amount of pleasure and pain for him. I pressed down hard until he stumbled forward with a choked cry. His eyes were glued to mine. 

I held my breath as I watched him hastily take off his shirt; he ripped off every single button, and I was left ogling his naked, ripped torso. 

Wow, my fake husband is a work of art, carved to perfection, like a sculpture in ancient Greece. He is all glorious, edges and muscles, with a trail leading down to his huge cock. Perfect V-lines watered my mouth, and my jaw slacked on the floor. 

I should be over the butterflies from his touch; everything inside of me was living in his heartbeat. Under the darkness, I was still his, still holding on to the broken vow he once promised.