“Mmm, Liam Sir…” she moans as I come out another few inches, moving slowly until her opening kisses my crown. She wiggles, hips lifting, trying to claim what only I may give her. “For the love of all things Irish, please fuck me!”
And I do.
One deep thrust, and I’m lost to a whirlwind of pleasure spiraling through me. Hot blood sears my veins and consumes my member. I lose all control. Cock thickening, adrenaline flaring, pulse pounding, and need pumping through my system, I fuck my wife, rocking her hard without rhythm.
“Yes, yes, Sir!” she cries out and moves with me, her hips trying to match mine.
“Take it, wife,” I growl in her ear, slamming into her again and again, chasing my release. “Take it all. Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, so perfect.” A string of Irish curses leaves my mouth.
Her free hand reaches around to grip my arse, nails burrowing into the flesh. The pure awe and desire on her facesends me over the edge, driving into her, my cock like a steel battering ram. I circle my hips and grind hard against her.
“Oh, God, do that again! Give me everything, Liam, Sir, my husband.”
The friction must press against her clit. I do it again, and her spine bows, her eyes glazing over. “Oh, God, yes!” she pleads, breathless.
By fuck…If this is what heaven feels like, then my damn length is ready to sing the Hallelujah Chorus to her.
“Lexie Darlin’.”
Taking our conjoined hands, I move them to her chest and place hers on top of mine. My heart’s ramming right through my ribs. She arches, her other hand leaving my arse and gripping the back of my neck. Our mouths crash, tongues tangling. Our bodies find a ravenous tempo, rocking and pulsing together. Tilting my head, I hold her where I want her with the strength of my jaw. I lose myself in the sensations. I taste every bit of her sweetness. I drink every drop of her love and passion. And grind down on her again.
Less than a second later, the soaked heat of her grips me stronger. My balls tighten. My dick swells.
Once more, I thrust, plunge inside, and come apart. Slamming deep, I explode and unleash jets of seed—spurting, gushing, and pouring inside the tight, hot clasp of her pussy. I’m still coming when the spasms erupt around my cock. Her grip on my neck tightens. Her other fingers squeeze mine to death.
Pausing above her lips, I find her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
“Liiiaaammm!” she cries.
Amusement and approval roll more heat through me as her hips knock against mine. Unable to look away, I memorize every twitch, every piqued breath, every trace of flushed skin.Watching her unravel from the pleasure, knowing how we came together, fuck, it does things to a man.
It gets me hard all over again.
Once she comes down from the orgasm, I climb off her, my dick leaving the paradisaical haven. But I haul her into my arms, ready to fulfill my oath to fuck her till she can’t walk.
Our sweat-slicked skin slaps together. Her hair falls all around me. Fuck, I can’t contain the raw energy surging through me, the predatory need to claim her on every surface. I cross the floor to the other side of the room, prepared to do just that.
Lexie gives the cuffs a little shake, bumping my hand clutching her ass. She presses her lips to my neck, throbbing the veins there. A stinging cut has me pausing at her bedroom door and glancing down at her.
“Did ye just bite me, Lexie Luv?”
Tilting her head onto my shoulder, she looks up, wearing an adorable smile of pure mischief—and the kind of rosy glow which only comes from a damn good climax.
“M-maybe.”
I smile back, feeling that rosy glow, so I do. But for me, it’s an ever-burning flame, a fire licking through my blood.
Shaking my head with a chuffed laugh, I carry her into the kitchen and set her on the table. A vicious ache overcomes me as I set her down, my wrist dropping with hers. She hisses, but her trembling limbs show a desire eclipsing whatever pain she may have.
“What a sight ye are.” I admire her. Her ivory skin on the wooden surface. The sweat gleaming on her skin. The candlelight and shadows playing on her flesh.
Light touches here and there—brushing the swell of her breast, thumb pressed to her lower lip, sifting my fingers through her hair—I stoke the hunger between us, the undeniable thirst.
Our playlist still hums but in much lower, softer tones.
“I love you, Liam Rían Donovan.”
Fuck, I forget everything. I dive for her, claiming her mouth as she claims me, spreading her legs and binding them around my waist. Hell, I need this woman like I need atoms—all these charged particles determining my identity.
