“Bless it, of course.” He carries me up the stairs to our bedroom. Tonight will be our first time sleeping here. He sets me on my feet. “Take hold of that bed post.”
“Why? What are you going to do?” My pulse flutters in anticipation.
He flips open his switchblade, his grin wide. “Let’s have some fun. Like old times.”
“Mr. O’Rourke, if you ruin this dress, you’ll owe me ten new ones.”
His smile widens, crinkling his eyes. “They’re already hanging in your closet. Now do as you’re told,broc meala.”
I playfully huff, but turn around and wrap my hands around the bed’s corner post. Cian wastes no time cutting my dress from my body, just as he did on our wedding night. The poor fabric’s sliced and torn, until I’m left in only my underwear and heels.
He palms my ass cheeks, a sound of appreciation rumbles in his chest. Then he does something he’s never done before. The cold edge of the blade scrapes along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He skims it up my sides, follows the curve of my breast, he teases my nipple with the unforgiving steel.
I gasp. My nipple pebbles.
Cian nips at my throat. “Beg for me, baby. You know how I like it.”
A whimper escapes my lips. He teases the other nipple with his blade. His free hand drags my panties down my thighs, then his fingers draw lazy circles around my clit. I’m so turned on that a shudder rattles through my body.
“Please,” I murmur.
“Tell me what you want.”
Slowly, he drags his blade down my stomach. Its blunt edge replaces his fingers, teasing my clit. The sensation, tinged with danger, has me rolling my hips, silently demanding more.
“Please,” I say again. “Please make me come. I’m begging you, husband. I need you.”
He grunts with approval. “Beg me on your knees.”
Carefully, so as not to cut myself, I drop to my knees. He’s still fully clothed, so I unbuckle his belt and drag down his zipper. Freeing his erection, I hold his heavy cock in my hands, and gaze up at him through my lashes.
“I need you,” I say.
“Show me how much you want it.”
Maintaining eye contact, I open my mouth wide and suck on the head of his dick like it’s my favorite hard candy. He hisses when I flick my tongue. Carefully, with intention, I take in every inch of him.
His body shivers, his blue eyes darken with lust. When I have him all the way down my throat, I hum.
“Jesus!” Cian pulls me off of him. I hide my triumphant smile as he drops to his knees, and spins me around so I’m facing the bed again. I love it when he loses control like this. Love that I can drive him wild with desire.
From behind, he lines himself up and presses inside my pussy. I push back against his cock. He curses under his breath, and I grin—until I feel the cold steel of his blade slide between my legs.
Oh god.He works my clit with his knife.
Cian fucks me with punishing thrusts until my thighs quiver and an explosive orgasm rips through my body. I hold onto that corner post for dear life because he’s far from finished with me.
Angling my head back so I can see his face, he removes the blade from my clit. With deft swipes of his tongue he licks the knife clean.
The erotic, unhinged sight sends me over the edge again, and I come on his cock.
I scream his name as he fucks me through this orgasm before finally pumping me full of his cum.
Chests heaving, we collapse in a sweaty mess, both of us spent.
Easing his cock out of my pussy, he scoops me into his arms and settles onto the bed. He cradles me close, where I fit perfectly under his arm. I rest my arm across his expansive chest.
This is pure bliss.
