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Felicity pushed up to her elbows, panting. She’d just barely caught her breath before Niall started kissing her senseless. He tumbled on top of her, and she was pressed to the mattress by the hard planes of his body. She sank her fingers into his almost shaggy brown hair, her palms cupping his cheeks. He hadn’t shaved, and she relished the slight stubble scraping across her palms. He smelled earthy, animalistic, and definitely male—a smell she would forever associate as distinctly Niall. With his body pressed into hers, she could feel his shaft prodding her entrance.
His kiss was almost dizzying, consuming, and it ignited a fire that travelled south to begin another slow-building orgasm. She moved her hands to wrap around his shoulders, and her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. She broke the kiss and brought her lips to the side of his neck, nibbling her way up to his ear.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” she whispered, delighting at the tremor her words elicited.
“Aye, love.”
Her tongue licked the shell of his ear and thrust inside.
He groaned. “You’re driving me insane.”
She raked her nails down his back and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to take her. More than anything she needed to feel him penetrate her. Agonizingly, he paused at her entrance, teased her with the head of his shaft. She was more than ready—slick, wet, and needy.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled.
She’d tell him anything if he’d take her.
“I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.” Nothing more than a holiday fling.
He thrust inside of her, to the hilt, possessing her to the very depths of her soul. She gripped his ass even harder, sure her nails would leave crescent indents. Niall picked up the rhythm, a pounding pace that was going to push her over the edge again. Their sweat-slick bodies melded together, and with each thrust, he moved her closer to the headboard. She moved her hands over her head to wrap around the brass rungs and circled her legs around his hips. Over and over again he hammered into her.
“So beautiful... mine,” he growled.
“Oh, god! Ohhhhmygod!”
Her breathy words only encouraged him to move faster as she held onto the headboard and tilted her hips to meet each stroke. She moaned with ecstasy as she took every inch of him, filling her, stretching her. Even though Felicity was pinned to the bed by Niall’s body, she was far from helpless in this position. She dug her heels into his lower back to bring him deeper, and arched into him.
The way he slid in and out created a masterful pattern of pleasure, and she couldn’t think straight with him inside of her. She was acutely aware of every single spot where their bodies met. He’d slowed the pace and lowered his head to kiss her. His tongue slid against hers, intoxicating. The pressure of his lips against her, kissing her, tasting her while his hips ground hers into the mattress, put her into an erotic stupor. Sensible, predictable, rational Felicity was gone.
Niall stopped kissing her and picked up the pace again. She was lost in the wonderful feeling of him moving in and out of her like a piston.
“You feel amazing, love. You’re mine.”
She swallowed hard. “Y-yes...”
Felicity couldn’t help but like how that sounded, even though she’d be back in London soon enough. No matter where their lives took them, they’d always have this moment. Nothing else in the world mattered, nothing else existed beyond this bedroom. He thrust deeper, harder, claiming her. A growl rumbled in his chest and vibrated against her breasts, the light dusting of chest hair causing a tingling array of sensation. Her breathing quickened until her chest was lifting and falling rapidly. She was going to come if he kept this up.
In and out. Two bodies becoming one. Felicity came with a scream as a hot jet streamed into her.
Niall stared down at her with stormy eyes. He continued to thrust rhythmically, deep and slow, to give her time to recover, she thought. She could feel every throbbing inch. Her sex fluttered in helpless delight around him. She’d won the bet, but this was definitely a complication. She’d given everything to William, saving nothing for herself, and she’d barely survived.
Felicity closed her eyes and gave into Niall’s slow, insatiable strokes.
Rocking into her, Niall planted shaking lips to her forehead, her closed eyelids, her cheekbones. She wasn’t ready for a next time, another relationship, but she wanted to get it right. Choose someone who wouldn’t be a long-distance relationship...someone like Niall, but in London. Only, this felt right, and the thought of leaving the island brought a tight pain to her chest.
