Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
I nodded, remembering the small stone house down the driveway. Thomas was right. It would have been a waste to have a manor like this and only have it taken care of instead of lived in.
Lorcan led me into the hallway then opened the door to a broom cupboard. I raised my eyebrows. “That’s where I caught Balor and his first love doing the deed.” He pulled me into the cupboard and closed the door, cloaking us in darkness. I didn’t even want to think about all the spiders hiding here. The dark made me increasingly nervous.
“Lorcan, what—”
His warm hands pushed up my dress, and I could feel him get down on his knees. He tugged my panties to the side.
“Lorcan, what if someone catches us?”
He kissed my folds then slid his tongue between them. I gripped his head and widened my stance to give him better access as his tongue stroked along my sensitive flesh with skilled precision. Fifteen minutes later, Lorcan and I emerged from the cupboard, my skin flushed from two orgasms thanks to Lorcan’s tongue and fingers. My core still pulsated slightly. It took my eyes a moment to get used to the light, and when I saw Lorcan, I bit my lip. His lips were shiny and his chin and cheeks red from friction.
“Everyone will know what we were up to!”
Lorcan took my hand and pulled me down the hallway. “We’re not heading downstairs yet. There are more cupboards to explore.”
In the next cupboard, it was my turn to give back with my mouth. When we emerged from that room, I knew without looking at myself in the mirror, that my lips were swollen and red.
The next one, Lorcan lifted me off the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist so he could fuck me against the wall. By now I was too wrapped up in the pleasure to worry if someone could hear the sounds of Lorcan’s thrusts slamming me against the wall. I was lost to the feel of him, his passionate kisses. Surrounded by darkness, my other senses heightened, making every stroke of Lorcan’s length more intense. When we both exploded, Lorcan sank to the ground with me sitting on his lap. We stayed like that for a long time, simply listening to each other’s ragged breathing and basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
I froze. It was the first time I thought of it like that. Was it more than fucking? Right now, right here, in the dark it felt like it.
“What’s up?” Lorcan rumbled against my cheek.
“What is this?”
“Shouldn’t you know by now?”
I shook my head, my throat tight. “It doesn’t feel like fucking.”
My voice was barely audible.
“No?”
“It feels like more.”
Lorcan kissed my lips and cupped my head. I was glad for the blackness as it made this conversation easier. “It does.”
We remained in silence for quite a bit.
“Like…” I swallowed. Was it too soon?
“Like lovemaking,” Lorcan murmured.
I nodded. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. “I’m scared of calling it that,” I admitted.
The last few weeks had been intense. Lorcan had stood by my side, had helped me with Finn and Imogen. We’d really worked together as a couple, maybe because the circumstances prevented us from looking at our egos.
“I fell for you a long time ago. I’m not scared of anything. Not even my feelings for you, sweet Aislinn.”
I shivered. Lorcan was still buried inside of me, our bodies still intimately connected and now it felt as if our souls had the same connection. “I didn’t want to develop feelings for you.”
Lorcan kissed me slowly. I wrapped my arms tightly around him. “I think I love you.”
“I think I love you too,” Lorcan said with a small chuckle. Our lips touched again and we kissed in the dark for a long time, forgetting all else.
When Aislinn and I crossed Aran on the way downstairs, he gave me a wink. It was probably still obvious what Aislinn and I had been up to.
“Let’s go outside for a breath of fresh air,” I said, tugging Aislinn into the conservatory and onto the elevated terrace overlooking the cottage garden and the ocean further down.
Aislinn leaned against me. We hadn’t talked since we’d left the darkness of the cupboard. It was too soon for us to affirm our words in the light of day. In the dark we had the chance to admit to something we both weren’t ready for otherwise.
The cold wind tugged at us, but we let it. I glanced down at Aislinn. Her face was no longer flushed and sweaty from our lovemaking. Now her cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold. “Let’s go in.”
She gave a small nod and followed me inside, our hands linked.
My brothers had arrived by now and soon we all settled around the long table. Father’s cook and maid, Doreann, had cooked up a delicious feast of several meat and chicken pies, pea soup, soda bread and apple cake. She served it with cider from her family’s apple orchard. I could see that the tasty food relaxed Aislinn, and Finn was listening curiously to my father’s hunting tales. For the first time since Imogen’s accident, Aislinn looked truly relaxed. Maybe she’d finally accepted that her sister’s state wouldn’t change soon and that she had a life to live too.