“What’s wrong?”
I blinked my eyes at Aideen’s question and forced all memories from my mind so I could focus on her, and her alone.
“Nothing ... ju-just be careful with my back.” I stammered. “You aren’t hurting me, but it just reminds me of something I don’t like when you dig your nails into me.”
She blinked up at me. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby doll.”
I kissed her lazily and slowed my pace all the way down. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t want stop what I was doing. I had never been in a moment that was so perfect before, and I doubt I ever would again. I wanted to make it last as long as possible.
“Kane,” Aideen groaned.
I put my mouth against her ear. “You’re close again. I can feel your pussy tightening around me.”
“Keep talkin’!” She gasped and bucked my hips. “Oh!”
“You like it when I talk to you?” I growled. “Do you like it when I fuck your pretty pussy and make it mine?”
“Kannneeeeee.”
My name came out in a hiss.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded and sucked her earlobe into my mouth.
“Fast. Hard. You. Please!”
I instantly obliged, and just as Aideen’s body sent her over the edge, mine threw me over after her. My balls drew up tight, and the pulsing pressure deflated as it released itself in the first spurt of cum. I groaned so loud I wouldn’t have been surprised if I woke the neighbours. I had never come so hard before, and it caused me to black out for a moment. When I opened my eyes, I was all but crushing Aideen. I quickly rolled off her body and lay on my back next to her.
“Sorry.”
“S’okay.”
I reached over and place my hand on her bare stomach.
“Give me a few minutes.”
She looked at me. “Huh? For what?”
I turned my head, and said, “For round two.”
“Round two?” she asked, wide-eyed. “I’m knackered.”
My body vibrated as I chuckled.
“You don’t know the meaning of that word yet, but you will when I’m finished with you.”
Aideen laughed when I dove back on top of her body and nudged my way between her thick thighs once more.
“You’re supposed to be ill,” she reminded me. “Ye’ can’t have too much sex ... Ye’ might die.”
How shitty I had been feeling lately was the last thing on my mind.
“I don’t feel sick when I’m with you,” I teased. “Maybe you’re the drug I need to get better.”
“I’m not a drug, Kane.”
I rolled my hips forward, my hardening cock sliding between Aideen’s wet pussy lips.
“I don’t know about that, baby doll,” I hummed as I angled my hips and sunk back inside her body.
Aideen moaned and reached for me as I lowered my head to hers. “Feeling you wrapped around me, having you so close to me, breathing in your intoxicating scent, wanting to taste you for as long as I live ... I’d definitely say you’re my addiction. You’re my drug.”
“Kane.”
“Aideen.” I nipped at her earlobe. “You’re mine.”
I had never said that to a woman before in my entire life, and I knew there and then that I wanted Aideen, and for a hell of a lot longer than a single night tangled up in my bed sheets. She would make things difficult, her stubbornness would allow for nothing less, but I was ready to go up against anything she threw my way just so I could have her.
I needed Aideen, and no matter what, I was going to take everything about her and make her mine.
CHAPTER FIVE
Twenty-five years old ...
Waking up in a strange place always sucked. Always. Waking up in a hospital with no clue as to why I was there? That sucked even more. Having been feeling unwell for a long while, I assured myself that I was in the best place to get better. I had no clue what was wrong with me, and from the look on the doctor’s face when he entered my room, I knew it wasn’t something I could simply brush aside.
“Just give it to me straight, doc,” I said. “What’s wrong with me?”
The doctor, flipping through pages in my patient chart, looked up at me when I spoke.
“I had the nurses gather information from your family members while ye’ were sleepin’ last night. The nurses then filled me in on your health over the past year. Based on the symptoms ye’ were presentin’, I had the night staff draw blood so it could be sent down to the lab for testin’.”
Before I could speak, Aideen said, “What type of tests were performed on his blood?”
The doctor looked at her. “Glucose and haemoglobin A1C.”
Aideen’s eyes widened a fraction.
“Diabetes?” she questioned. “Ye’ were testin’ for diabetes?”
Surprise registered on the doctor’s face. “Are ye’ studyin’ in the medical field?”
Aideen shook her head. “No, no. I’m a primary school teacher. I just read a book before about diabetes, and it had different types of testin’ that can be run to get a positive result. The tests you mentioned were two of them.”