Chapter 169

• CIARA’S POV
• We’d barely made it back to the suite before Darragh’s hands were on me again.
• I’d barely stepped inside before he kicked the door shut behind us and caught my wrist, spinning me into his chest. The sound of the reception was still fading in the distance, the buzz of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. My heels hit the marble floor, and then I was in his arms again like I never left them. His mouth caught mine in a kiss that made my knees weak all over again. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me in place while he devoured me slow and deep, tongue stroking mine, like he was tasting something he’d waited a hundred years for.