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Ian stared at her with his mouth surely agape. She did not flinch, though a fetching pink flush colored her cheeks. He snapped his mouth shut. “Fuck me,” he breathed with genuine surprise. So rare that anything truly shocked him these days. Her flush grew. “Thank you, but no.”
“There are days when I look in the mirror and don’t even recognize myself. I’ve become merely shapes and colors. In truth, I hardly know who I am anymore, or if I was ever anyone at all.”
“I could eat ye alive, mo gradh.” And then he did. Spreading her legs wider still, he kissed those lips, his tongue laving through her slickness.
“Daisy-Meg,” he managed. “You light the moon looking as you do.” A smile spread across her face. She traced a path around his nipple, and a bolt of heat went straight to his cock. “And you put the sun to bed, wild man.”
“We are all imperfect creatures, love. I don’t want perfect. I just want you.”
“Haven’t you learned, woman? You’ve fallen off the map. Here there be monsters.”
