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straining for release as his palm slid up and down its length.
He cried out and she heard his labored breathing ease. The sound of his orgasm made
her come. Tight muscles contracted over her buried fingers, cream coating them as she
envisioned Fiach s cock filling her, bathing her in the hot pulse of his desire.
For a moment the connection was forgotten, as each struggled to recover. As her
head cleared, she couldn t believe what she d done. What he d done to her with just his
voice.
Cilia, he said. His voice was gentle and soothing, letting her know he understood
her reserve. It s nothing to be ashamed of.
I ve never done anything like that before, she admitted. I didn t know it would be
so& intense.
She could hear the smile in his voice. I think we ve had enough excitement for one
night. Unless you d like me to cross the hall and tuck you in?
Her face burned bright red. No. She amended, I mean, that s really not necessary.
I think you re right. We should both get some sleep.
Sweet dreams, Cilia.
Goodnight, Fiach.
She pressed the end button and tossed the phone to the foot of the couch. She
couldn t hide the smile stretching her face any more than she could cover the groan of
embarrassment rumbling from her chest.
She wasn t inexperienced, at least when it came to pleasuring herself, but she d
never done what she had tonight. She pulled the afghan up to her nose, as if hiding her
happily sated smile, even from herself.
Chapter Five
Good morning.
Cilia took in Fiach s business suit and easy smile. Her stomach clenched as he leaned
over and pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead, much as he had last night, and offered her
the cup of coffee in his hand.
Good morning, she murmured. Thank you for the coffee.
He jangled his keys. Don t want to be late for work on my second day.
You don t have to do this, you know.
He paused. What do you mean?
This whole trying to earn my approval thing. I misjudged you. You re a pretty good
guy, morals notwithstanding.
A single eyebrow rose. Thanks. I think.
So are you still coming to work? she asked.
Are you?
Yes, she replied.
Then so am I. I don t want to ruin my perfect attendance record.
Cilia snorted and purposely avoided any conversation about the night before.
He reached down and casually took her hand. The action spoke of a comfortable
habit more than calculated technique. The heat of his palm in hers felt wonderful, a
decadent indulgence after so long without any contact at all. She had been careful to keep
watch over him to make sure he wasn t suffering any ill effects from their time together,
but so far he seemed perfectly fine, and still her Phoenix was silent.
They stepped into the morning sun. She glanced up at Fiach and had the fleeting
impression of the wings from her daydream nestled softly between his shoulder blades.
The vision was so clear she reached up to touch them, but only felt the soft fabric of his
jacket. He looked at her and grinned. She blushed, embarrassed to have been caught
touching him. She pretended to brush lint from his shoulder instead. He smirked and she
ignored the feeling that he knew exactly what she had been doing.
Fiach opened the car door and she took her seat quietly. He rounded the hood and
slid in on the driver s side. His scent filled the car and her desire kindled, her pussy
drenched with longing. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Cilia clamped her legs together
tightly as heat crept up her neck to her cheeks.
Fiach s hands tightened on the steering wheel. His head tipped back, his eyes closed.
How do you do that? How do you make me want you with only your scent?
Cilia cleared her throat. I don t know how to answer that. She placed a hand over
his white-knuckled grip. Her thumb smoothed over the tightened skin. He shivered
beneath her touch.
I don t have the words to explain what you do to me.
What are you saying?
I want to be with you, only you, his eyes opened and met hers. I want to try to be
what you need me to be.
Fiach, you can t pretend to be something you re not. It won t work that way.
His face softened. I m not the same person I was. For better or worse, you ve
changed me. Branded me. His voice held no hope. I m yours.
You can t mean that. Fear and excitement warred in her tone.
Fiach released his hold on the wheel and cupped his hands around her face. He
lowered his lips to hers and she melted. This kiss was full of desperate longing, instead of
empty pleasure as their first kiss had been.
I want you, Cilia, he whispered over her lips.
She surrendered the will to deny him. Her hand lowered to where his erection
strained against the fabric of his pants. He growled as she rubbed her heated palm over
his hardened flesh. Then have me.
The offer was impulsive, but the desire for his touch was anything but. She had
survived too many lifetimes unloved, unable to seek physical comfort from those around
her. This one man broke through her defenses with kind words and thoughtful gestures
until she was left bare before him. The stroke of his fingers blazed across her skin, and
coaxed her slumbering Phoenix awake.
Fiach bolted from the car and pulled her onto the sidewalk in the blink of an eye. She
would have asked how it was possible if his mouth hadn t lowered to hers, his tongue
thrusting inside to taste her.
*
Fiach pulled Cilia into the lobby and nibbled down her throat. He paused to lick over
her pulse, wondering what honeyed pleasures flowed through her veins. He scratched his
teeth across the faint pulse point and allowed her a glimpse of what he had planned.
Before she could react, he sank his fangs deep, and molten pleasure rushed over his
tongue. Her taste was all fire and cinnamon. He pulled back and licked the sweet heat
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