Chapter 29—Possibilities

Somehow, they made it through the large double doors and past the confusing hallways of the Cian's home.

Somehow they made it through the door amidst wild kisses and harsh breaths. She was a little drunk, but Ivette had enough presence to cup Cian's groin and rub her fingers against the length of it because she knew he liked it when she did that.

Ivette's breath whooshed out of her lungs when her back hit his door. He reached around her and twisted the door knob.

She sucked on his tongue and he groaned as he blindly walked them into his room and pushed her back on the bed roughly.

She might have minded if she was in the mood for gentle touches and caresses. But she wasn't. She wanted rough. She wanted wild. She wanted hard.

Ivette inched upward, motioning to unlace the gown but Cian caught her hand, growling. The words were heavy and thick with lust and it made the Scottish burr all the more beguiling. "You look stunning in that dress. I want to see it on you while I fuck you."

The tingle between her thighs became an unbearable ache and she had but a few seconds to clench her folds before Cian flipped her over, pulling her to his chest.

His heat against her back was messing with her and a hand grazed her neckline, sliding down to cup her breast in the most erotic and sensual movement.

She moaned, gyrating and pushing her ass against the hardness she could feel through his pants and her gown.

His tongue was hot on her neck, lapping, nipping, sucking and Ivette ground harder against him, wanting him instantly within her folds.

He pushed her forward, pressing down on the small of her back so that her ass was before him and her face was against the pillow that smelled of him.

With excruciating slowness, he slid up her gown, kissing her thighs and pulling on her skin softly with his teeth.

She wiggled her ass impatiently, ragged breaths filling the air.

She felt his hot breath against her and her knees buckled. A finger slid against her, pushing aside her thong and nothing could have prepared her for the feel of his tongue against her again.

She jerked, moaning into the pillow and gripping the sheets hard enough to rip them. With his tongue on her clit and a finger dipping into her, she cried out, panting, swearing at the top of her lungs.

She moved against his finger, clenching and unclenching as his tongue struck with unholy fire. Her body tensed and another finger joined in, plunging deeper and faster into her with a sinful rhythm that had her lips parting and her tongue sticking out as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Another velvety stroke had her screaming his name and falling with violent spasms.

"Tell me, lass," he said, holding her ass in place as his tongue tasted every last orgasm that wrecked her. "Tell me where you want me," something rubbed against her and despite her shaky legs, she found herself pushing back against it, him. "Tell me how much you want me."

The sound of rustling clothes and jingling metal clanged through the space and her lips parted as a sharp cry left her when his sex rubbed against hers. She had almost forgotten how large and outstanding he was.

"Cian, please," she moaned when he kept rubbing his tip against her entrance without ever placing himself into her.

He spread the cheeks of her ass wide enough that she had never felt herself so bare before a man before and he groaned when his tip touched her slippery entrance. "You're...so godsdamned beautiful."

Having had enough of his teasing, she pushed back against him when his tip touched her entrance again and they both gasped when he slipped an inch into her.

His hold on her hips tightened as he pushed further in, sheathing himself completely in her. She couldn't breathe or think, because, by God, it was heaven.

He rammed into her with abandon, holding her hips in place and Ivette felt him all the way to her belly as he impaled her. She squeezed, moving against him, matching his rhythm as he groaned and she moaned, slapping sounds and harsh breathing filling the air around them.

And when she was shuddering against him again, he pulled out of her and flipped her on her back.

Her chest heaved as she watched him touch his tip which seemed so red that it would explode.

She reached for him, wanting to replace her hand with his, but he stayed out of her reach, keeping his hands right there, not moving. He only watched her with dark eyes that were heavy with want.

"Cian, please," she said again. "More."

But he made no move to and she moved instead. She slid a finger between her folds and jerked on impact, moaning and purring seductively.

His jaw clenched, and his gaze dipped to her wet sex where her fingers caressed.

Her free hand lifted to pinch her nipple and his nostrils flared when she moaned again.

He leapt on her, and he was buried in her once again, slamming his hips into her, filling her up until all she knew was him. He plunged so deep into her that she couldn't tell where she ended and where she began.

And when the pressure building within her came to its peak, she lurched up, holding Cian for dear life as she bit hard on his shoulder, whimpering and panting.

She dropped back on the bed, and when her eyes fluttered open, she saw Cian stretched over her, staring at her with wonder.

Her throat tightened for some reason and her eyes began to burn with unshed tears.

She looked away abruptly, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes.

Why the fuck was she crying now? What was wrong with her? Never had she wept in bed before. Now she was a mess of emotions she didn't understand.

His fingers cupped her cheek gently, bringing back her gaze to his, and his eyes caught the single tear that rolled down her cheek.

Rather than ask her why, he leaned in and kissed the tear away. A choked sound left her as a new onslaught of tears came in and she began to sob uncontrollably.

Perhaps it was the loving tenderness in his kisses that undid her and completely brought down her walls. Perhaps, it was his fingers that stroked her cheek soothingly. Perhaps it was the emotion that had gleamed in his eyes before he leaned in.

But she wondered what it would be like to...love him.

To have a future with him here in Inverness. To watch the skies that settled over the rolling hills like a blanket every night, together. To sit by the Ness river and listen to each other's tales until midnight.

To have his children running about this castle and to see his arms wrap around them instinctively as they had around Fiona's kids.

To see that quiet joy in his eyes when he looked at her and them.

She wanted all of that with him.

This time, when he kissed her again, it was soft, yet fierce. It was different. Hopeful, in fact, laced with a promise of what was to come if she would only yield to him.

He whispered her name against her lips and the longing in his voice had her breaking away from the kiss to unbutton his shirt and rid of his pants that were only halfway down.

She slid her hands over the smooth planes of his chest as he reached around to unlace the dress. He seemed surprisingly adept at it. Even she had laced it up with less ease.

Pulling the gown off her and tossing it on the ground, he lowered his head and stretched over her, peppering her neck, her shoulder and her breasts with soft slow kisses.

He paid extra attention to her nipples, sucking and nipping on them until she was nearly over the edge, writhing and arching towards him with need.

Only then did he take her lips again and push into her. Nothing in the world felt as good as the sensation of him sliding into her.

"You're mine, lass," he swore, pulling back to watch as he thrust in and out of her slowly.

Her eyelids drooped but she forced them to stay open. To watch him make love to her—because it was no longer just sex. There was no such thing as 'just sex' with Cian.

Ever so slowly, he marked all of her as his, watching her reactions just as she watched his with pure fascination and a hunger she had no doubt would never be quenched.

She came first, her body aflame with a strange thrilling sensation and the clenching of her inner muscles tightened around him had him bucking and raising her hips with groans and growls that followed a sharp cry as he spilled in her.

He pulled out slowly, jerking and groaning as he did, and settled beside Ivette on the bed, pulling her into the warm embrace of his arms.

"Let me love you, lass," he murmured against her temple and she smiled.

"Alright."