Chapter 48: I Was Shaking at the Knees

(AC/DC)

She was left exposed then. Panting, blushing. And the darker twin took her in without shame.

She fumbled down on her legs. Then turned back to awkwardly try and tidy herself up a bit in the mirror. In the reflection, she could see Murphy still watching her with an intense look. She thought that, perhaps, she'd had eyes bigger than her belly. She was already barely standing. And yet, those stormy, devilish, troublesome eyes were setting her nerves back on fire again.

Maybe the hitching of her breath prompted him into action. She saw him pull his own turtleneck over his head before he strode behind her, to reach her shivering body. But Murphy rarely got ahead of himself with her. He kept a careful control. His featherlike fingers grazed her back. Trailing her tattoos and remaining chaste. Until she straightened up against him.

Then, his lips brushed her shoulder, his eyes checking up in the mirror that she was down with this. She couldn't stop watching him too.

"I want ye to look at yerself, Tine."

"Don't ask me that, Murph'," she sighed. All she saw was another bruise.

"Just do it for me, lass. Please. Look at how fucking precious ye are."

She chuckled, unable to take him seriously. However, he frowned, stern and relentless, until she was the one to cave. She lacked the energy to fight him. So, she looked inside her own eyes, darkened and haggard, but also full of fear and questions. He was just watching her too.

"Promise me you'll be more careful, I beg ye," he uncharacteristically pleaded.

But then, as she kept quiet, he didn't wait for an answer. He kept his eyes on her as he kissed her cheek, her ear, the side of her neck, shoulder and descended on her back. Then, he disappeared behind her, and she was left alone in the mirror, with nobody to watch but herself.

Though she kept feeling him. Feeling his lips and tongue trailing down her spine, feeling his kneading fingers on her butt and thighs. Then opening her. Pulling her ass to him, nuzzling his way to her entrance and back, lapping his way to her rising climax. His fingers caressed her, inward, outward, everywhere. His mouth sucked and licked. Everywhere.

She watched as her own eyelids became heavy over her dilated pupils. Her hands gripping the edge of the sink and shaking. Her cheeks and breast flushed crimson. Her lips opened to let out whimpers and cries. As he worked behind her. His tongue in her ass. His fingers in her cunt.

She let out a scream as she forgot everything, all the way to her own name, for the second time.

He straightened up to hold her before she fell. And, as he did, both his rosary and his groin came pressing on her back. He slipped his fingers in her mouth. Letting her taste herself, along with his brother's juice from before. And she sucked on it unconsciously, making him grunt and shiver.

Though he didn't dare move nor ask for permission. She felt spent, trembling in his arms.

"Get inside me now." Her voice was rough and out of breath, but he wouldn't wait for her to ask twice. He opened his belt and got his dick out faster than lightning to slip through her wet folds. Watching her body react in the mirror.

"Ye sure ye're alright, lass?"

She grabbed his hair behind her and arched far back to set her head on his shoulder. She whispered, her voice coarse in his ear.

"I'll be alright when you come, Murphy."

Fuck, he had been hard since the moment he'd stepped into the room. So, that shouldn't take too long. Especially when he could see her front and back at the same time. He could see her eyes, and incredibly sexy expression as her pleasure grew once again. He could see and reach around for her small pink nipples that were hard for him. He could see his rosary bouncing blasphemously on his own stomach and whipping her lightly with each of his thrust. He could see the curve of her back down to her butt cheeks that he was crushing rhythmically. And he could think back to that moment, only minutes earlier, when she had asked Connor to show him what he could do.

Damn if he didn't show her what he could do as well.

He didn't even realise he had increased the pace to a frantic speed, slamming her ass against his own pelvis, until he felt her tense around him, her mouth wide in a soundless cry directed to the sky itself. And he couldn't have lasted a second longer. He came hard inside of her, crushing her against the sink, clutching her and biting the crook of her neck. God, he fucking loved her too.

He held her for a while on the bathroom floor afterwards. Then, slowly, yawning and sighing, she took care of the bullet wound on his arm. Giving him a pointed look when he whined at the stinging disinfectant. Though, neither of them uttered a word yet.

He was watching her expectantly, so, in the end, she kissed him lightly and finally said: "I promise. I'll be careful. But ye need to promise too."

He peppered kisses on her face, as he had before, knowing it'd make her laugh.

"I promise nothing," with a crooked smile.

She swatted his uninjured arm: "Ye're horrible, Murph'."

"And yet ye love me."

She squinted her eyes at him, grinding her teeth but unable to repress her smile. "That actually makes it worse."

He laughed and got back on his feet: "Ye think Rocco's ma got a bathrobe in there?" he asked, snooping through a cabinet after putting his underwear back on but leaving his jeans open.

"Fuck! Rocco! Ye think he heard us?"

He jokingly slipped his arms in a way-too-small pink bathrobe.

"Honey, if he didn't hear ye, he's fucking deaf."

She threw a sponge at him, and he threw back a fluffy towel over her naked form before fleeing the premises.