“Fuck, Clare, you’re so wet,” his voice rumbled before his mouth came down on her, only her panties separating him from her. She bolted straight up at the contact, her body already being so stimulated that the simple touch of his lips made her feel ready to explode.

He didn’t let her pull away. Instead, his hands pushed her shoulders back down onto the bed as he sucked on the fabric between them, tasting her. When she was finally lying down again, trembling beneath him, his hands moved back to her knees, pushing them even farther apart as his teeth grasped the lace and pulled hard.

Clare heard a ripping sound, and was surprised to see him tossing her torn panties over his shoulder. His eyes caught hers for a moment before returning to her now bare mound. With nothing between them, he teased her nub with his tongue, licking the length of her as she moaned and lifted her hips to him.

She felt amazing as his tongue danced over her, causing her to continually buck against his mouth, wanting more; he quickly obliged. Releasing one of her hips, his fingers started at one knee and slowly trailed up her inner thigh. She shivered at the contact, her breathing turning erratic.

She had no idea what he was doing, and the anticipation was excruciating in the best way. His fingers finally found their way to her core, and he slid two digits deep inside as his mouth clamped down on her nub simultaneously. Clare screamed as he sucked and pumped with such force that she knew she was close to exploding.

As she felt herself about to go over the edge, he rotated back and forth between letting his tongue flick over her softly and sucking with ferocity. His fingers moved furiously in and out of her, and she knew she was done. She screamed again, pressing her body as close to him as she could while her climax overtook her and shook through her. He didn’t lighten up or stop until he felt her finally slump down onto the bed, breathing heavily as the room spun around her.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk again,” she said and gasped, panting still as she pushed herself up onto her elbows and ogled him down between her legs.

“Don’t worry, mhuirnín, I don’t need you to walk right now,” he teased, before climbing on top of her. One of his arms slipped beneath her back and pulled her up farther onto the bed with him, so that her legs weren’t hanging over the edge anymore.

She squirmed closer against him, suddenly realizing that he was completely naked against her. She hadn’t even noticed him unbutton his pants, but when she glanced down, she could see all of him.

And there was a lot of him to see.

“Rory, I’m not sure I can—” Her eyes widened as she noticed how large he was.

“Kiss me, Clare,” he instructed her instead, tapping his lips lightly.

She saw his hooded eyes, and trembled slightly as her lips met his. One hand moved behind her head as he pressed his mouth firmly against hers, parting her lips with his tongue. As his tongue found its way to hers, Clare hummed with pleasure, unable to stop her body from squirming to get as close to him as possible. After seeing how hard and enticing he was, she found her body was pulsing with a need to have him inside her, despite her fear of that exact same thing.

He pushed his knee between her legs, spreading them apart. She blushed as she realized that she was pressing her core against his thick thighs, the satiated high of a few moments ago already replaced with wanton desire again.

“Do you trust me, mhuirnín?” he paused to ask her, staring into her eyes as he pressed his manhood against her entrance. She nodded, panting and unable to form actual words as he slowly, then all at once, pushed inside her.

Her arms flew around his neck as she pressed her face into the dip between his shoulder and neck, holding on to him tightly as the intensity of his large intrusion swept over her. Luckily, the initial surprise lasted for just a moment as she found herself not only becoming accustomed to his girth, but missing him as he pulled out of her.

She clenched herself around him as he moved into her again, loving the feeling of his warm breath on her as he grunted with each thrust. Every time he left her, she tried to move with him to keep him inside of her, but his one hand gripped her hip tightly and moved her where he wanted as his other hand pressed against the bed by her head, keeping most of his weight off her.

Before she knew it, she felt the familiar pulsing building within her again, and the spasms soon overtook her as he grunted and pressed as deep as he possibly could. One hand slipped between them as he found her nub and rolled it between his fingers. She screamed in response, her back arching off the bed as her high suddenly rocketed to another level and her body pulsed and clenched around him. His eyes closed and he shook against her, leaning farther into her for a moment before collapsing on his side next to her.

Draping one of his thick arms across her, he pulled her against his chest. Her vision was spinning and she was still trying to catch her breath, but she curled into him happily. He reached over and grabbed a blanket that was pushed to the foot of the bed, pulling it over them, wrapping them tighter against each other.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured sleepily into her hair as he nuzzled against her.

“Me? That was all you.” She sighed, blissfully.

“I am pretty impressive.” He pretended to be serious, but she swatted at him playfully. Her hand rested on his arm, still draped across her, and she let her fingers trail up and down the length of it. She softly traced the edges of a bruise he must have gotten from one of the fights earlier, frowning for a moment before continuing her movement.

“If you keep doing that, we are going to have round two in a minute,” he told her, only partly teasing.

“Do what? This?” she asked playfully, leaning up to kiss his jaw softly before moving to his neck. His chest rumbled against her as a moan escaped his lips.

“Yes.”

“Guess I should stop, then.” She pulled away suddenly and smiled at him, clearly enjoying having an effect on his body. The way he responded to her made her feel powerful, something she hadn’t felt ever before.

“Don’t you dare,” he warned, rolling over on top of her and capturing her mouth with his.

“Ding, ding, ding,” she said with a giggle, between kisses. He pulled back slightly and gave her a quizzical look.

“What is that?”

“The bell to announce the start of round two.”

“What am I going to do with you, mhuirnín?” he teased.

“I can think of a few things…”

—

Rory’s arm felt heavy the next morning as he woke up, quickly realizing that he was at Clare’s apartment and her head was on his shoulder. He smiled as he studied her sleeping face, a peacefulness displayed that he hadn’t seen before. There was always a hint of worry behind her smile, but right now it was gone and he loved seeing her that way.

He looked over at her nightstand and frowned as he realized that he was late for his training session with Kane. There was nothing he wanted more than to stay in bed right now, thanks to the company he was with, but he knew he couldn’t back out of his commitments.

“Clare?” He pushed several strands of hair off her face, gently, as her eyes flickered and opened.

“Morning, beautiful.” He smiled as she came around.

“Hi.” Her voice was still sleepy as she peered up at him, curling farther into his chest as he lay on his side gazing down at her.

“I’ve got to head over to Legends to meet Kane. Want to come?”

“And get out of this warm bed? Doesn’t sound very appealing.”

“Smart woman.” He kissed her forehead before pulling away and climbing out of bed. He could feel her eyes following him as he traipsed around the room, locating his clothes in the various places they had been strewn the night before.