I let myself do something I’ve never done before with a woman. I let go. I don’t worry about hurting her, or causing damage. The beast within me purrs.
Each powerful thrust draws a gasp from her lips, but her embrace spurs me on. Soon she’s meeting me halfway. Her small body takes me beautifully as I fuck her with wild abandon against the wall.
We’re drenched in sweat, our breaths mingle, our tense muscles demand release. I flick her clit and she screams out my name, which sends me right over the edge with her.
I bury my cock deep inside Elena, and empty my balls. There’s something so primally satisfying about filling her with my cum. I want to do it all over again. Soon.
Pulling out, I drop to my knees, steadying her with my hold on her slim waist. I lift her trembling legs over my shoulders and lap at her pussy, tasting our unique, mixed flavor.
“Oh my god.” She tugs my head closer, and I chuckle at how she’s insatiable. The vibration has her squirming, panting, and a wicked satisfaction unfurls in me at holding her pleasure in my hands. This time, she’s going to earn her orgasm.
“Cian, I need more.”
“I know,broc meala. I know.” Lazily, my tongue circles her clit. “But I want you to beg. That’s what I get off on. I want to hear you beg for your husband.”
“Please, Cian.” She whimpers.
I insert one finger, toying at her entrance. “What do you want?”
“Please make me come.”
“I think you can do better than that, wife.”
“Cian,husband, please, I’m begging you. Make your wife come on your face.”
Fuck yes. Warmth spreads through my chest. I groan against her clit.
“That’s more like it.” Pumping two fingers into her, I flick her nub with the tip of my tongue. “Come for your husband.”
Like a good girl, she does as she’s told. Fisting my hair, she falls apart in my arms, her release dripping down my chin as I lick her clean.
Standing, I lift her shivering body and carry her to the bed. I remove the remains of her ruined dress. After I shed the rest of my clothes, I join her beneath the sheets. My palm curls around the back of her neck and I kiss her, deeply, reverently.
In the course of forty-eight hours this woman has utterly destroyed me, and I never saw it coming.
She wraps her legs around my hips, and my cock slides home. This time, I make love to her—there’s no other way to describe how our bodies come together in perfect harmony.
CHAPTER 9
Ravenna
In the light of day, I thought he’d transform once again into a brooding beast, but he doesn’t. Much to my surprise, he remains in bed with me, cuddling, letting me explore his body. The tightness of his jaw tells me he’s uncomfortable with it, but he’s trying, for me. My heart warms.
The scar that stretches from his forehead to his chin actually doesn’t stop there, it continues down to his shoulder where it’s obscured by a tattooed patch of four-leaf clovers which bleed into purple bell-shaped flowers that grow from a skull. I trace them with my finger, snuggled up to Cian’s side.
“What is this flower?” I ask him, intrigued by the purple bells and the skull.
“Foxglove. It’s poisonous. I chose it to remind me that beautiful things can be deadly.”
I want to ask for details, but I hold my tongue. “They’re pretty. I love purple flowers, especially purple tulips.”
“What do you love about them?”
“I guess… their simple grace.”
“I see.” He lifts onto his elbow, rolling until I’m halfway beneath his massive form. Gently, he smooths my hair away from my face. “There are some things I want to tell you. I don’tknow why I want to let you in closer, there’s just something about you. More than the fact that we’re to spend our lives together. I can’t explain it.” His gaze searches my face, seeking answers.
I know what he means. He gets under my skin too. In both good and bad ways. I’m not sure what to make of it either. Last night I was dead set on shielding my heart against him, until that kiss.
