Irish Princess by M. James

Author:M. James [James, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PNK Publishing
Published: 2022-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

13

SAOIRSE

BUT DO YOU WANT TO?

The way he says it, the hint of desire rasping his words at last, awakens a glow of warmth in my belly. I lick my lips nervously, not wanting to admit that yes, I do want to, that I’ve wanted more than anything for him to finally fuck me, take my virginity, ease the desperate aching inside of me for weeks now. I don’t want to be that open, that vulnerable.

“Of course I want to do my duty,” I say instead, just as stiffly as before. “I wanted all of this, remember?”

“Oh, I remember very well.” Connor slips behind me, and I feel his strong fingers toying with the top button of my dress. “I remember the girl who came into my warehouse in jeans so tight I could almost see the outline of your pussy through them, your top low enough to give me a glimpse of those delicious tits, looking like a wanton lass.”

I close my eyes briefly. Somehow him saying the word tits sounds altogether more seductive than anyone else ever could, rough and filthy. I swallow hard as his hand splays over the lace covering my flat belly, pulling me back against him as his hand leaves the top button of my dress to push my hair aside.

He’s hard, thick and straining against the fabric of his suit trousers, and my heart leaps in my chest with fluttering, nervous excitement at the idea that before the night is over, I’ll find out what it feels like to have all that thick hardness inside of me.

“You look like a proper Irish princess tonight,” Connor murmurs, pressing his hips against my ass as he brushes his lips over the back of my neck. “Glowing like a candle all in white, pure and virginal. But I know the truth already.”

His lips nip at my earlobe. “I know how you whimper and beg, how responsive you are, how you’ll come at a touch if I get you properly warmed up. I’ll always be the first one to know all of that, Saoirse, no matter who else touches you. For all your life, this body—” his hand slides higher, cupping my lace-covered breast. “—every inch of it, your precious virginity, everything, is mine. Mine.”

Connor growls the last word, his lips on my throat as his other hand drops from my hair to start undoing the buttons down the back of my dress. “Every first pleasure you experience is mine,” he rumbles, his fingers pulling them free so roughly I’m afraid a few might pop off. “No man will ever touch you without my mark being on your skin first.” His lips brush the top of my spine, pressing, sucking lightly as he starts to pull down the zipper, his lips following it. “Your body, your loyalty, your soul belong to me, Saoirse McGregor.”

A tremor rushes through me at hearing my new name on his lips. “What about my heart?” I whisper, and I mean for it to be cuttingly teasing, but it comes out shaky instead, and I hate myself for it.

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