Brow to my brow, Liam Donovan gazes deeply at me and says in a voice of dark, low velvet, “Is tú mo ghrá.”
I go still. “What does that mean?”
His lips press to my forehead. “A bit of Irish for “I love you”. I love ye, Lexie Darlin’.Anam Cara, my soulmate.” With his chest coming down on mine until our heartbeats thunder against one another, Liam declares, “I’m not losing my virginity, Mrs. Elexia Donovon.” His breath is labored. His body is trembling. He’s so gorgeous. A deep exhale leaves his mouth, and he finishes in a whisper, “I’m giving it.”
Gripping his cock, he sinks the head inside my slick opening. Unlike before, when he showed utter control from the library, Liam lifts his hips. He holds my gaze, slams his body against mine, and buries himself to the root. Blazing pressure erupts.
“Oh, Sir!” I shriek at the fullness, how he’d speared his impossibly thick cock to the very hilt.
“Fuck, Lexie,” he growls against my lips. “Fuckfuckfuckingowned. Yes, Luv, because you own me. Every part of me. And now, I’m going to fuck and make love to my wife all night long.”
CHAPTER 28
Liam
It’s everything and nothing I could ever have fathomed.
I never conceived a woman like Elexia Carter ever existed, not for a man like me.
I’ve shed enough blood to fill the Dublin Bay, and I’ve committed crimes that would make a saint turn their back on God. I’ve lived as a monster, a man of shadows and cold steel, no purpose but to survive.
But here, deep inside her, feeling the way her body stretches and yields to take every inch of me, I realize I was dead until this moment.
Inside my wife? Nothing could ever compare.
I’ve had blowjobs, quick and transactional things in dark corners with women whose names I never cared to know. I thought I knew what pleasure was. I was a fool. Nothing rivals this—the heat, the tightness, and the soul-shattering realization that I am finally, for the first time in my life, exactly where I belong.
“Liam…” Her lips touch my jawline. A muscle bounces there.
Breath sawing in and out, I fold my fingers into hers, our cuffs clinking with a metallic kiss. We’re still bound by this steel, bound by the ancestors who bless our union and seal our souls.Whether it’s romantic delusions born of fiction, I’ll never know. But by God, for me, it’s real.Sheis real.
“Liam, are you?—?”
“Just let me savor this a bit, Luv,” I cut her off with a tortured sound. I grip her hand so tight against the bed, anchoring us both to this miracle. A tremor rolls through me, but I hold strong above her, sealed to her.
“Okay,” she sighs warmly along my face and chirps, “Just don’t savor too long.”
“Brat.” I chuckle, then cup her breast, rolling the nipple with my thumb, thrilled by her hiss, the way her body arches and melts before me.
And then, her insides clench. Hot, soaked, tight muscles squeeze my dick—better than any throat I’ve ever had.
Fuck, I’m going to lose my shit if I don’t get a hold of this. The need burns within me. I could die here with no regrets and call it a blessed life. But I’m not leaving anytime soon. I linger there on the precipice, my pulse beating against my ribs like a caged beast. I’m nearly ready to fuck her into the mattress, to lose my mind in the sweetness of her, but I take these few moments.
She squirms and writhes.
Something primal and carnal rises in me, and I lift my hand to coil around her throat. Not stifling her air. Only enough to make my point. “So desperate, my wife.” Fuck, she’s so beautiful, stunning inside and out. Her hunger thrashes with mine. Jaw steeled, I go on, “But Sir knows what you need, Lexie, what webothneed. So, are you going to be my good girl and let meruleyou?”
Her hot sheath pulses around me. And she nods softly. “Yes, Sir.”
Christ, her submission, her surrender, her utter trust in me are an aphrodisiac, along with the floral notes from the bridal flowers and her natural feminine musk. Just what I need tomaintain my control despite those exquisitely sinful muscles smothering my cock.
Dominating her, granting her my strength as she gives me her softness, is the most powerful bond—enough to shatter our hearts and souls. And the broken pieces find a home in one another.
Only together, we are whole.
I wait, hovering at the edge, just to appreciate the sensation of giving my virginity to my wife. She is the first. And she damn well will be the last.
Lowering my hand back to her breast, I slide out just an inch, testing her grip and my erection’s pitiful attempt to escape. The apocalypse could rain down on us, and I wouldn’t leave her drenched heat.
