Page 80 of Iron Blade

I peeled my mouth away from his and screamed, “Fuck!”

I should stop him. I should say no. I should push him away! But I didn’t.

“Are you a’right?” He cupped my face, looking at me with furrowed concern.

“Jesus, you’re… big…” Was I too tired last night to feel the extent of him? Or was he gentler last night? I wasn’t sure. I looked down between us and gasped in surprise as I realized that he had barely pushed in at all. The groove of his purple head hadn’t gone in yet, and I already felt stretched beyond what I could take. “Fuck!”

I felt tears sting my eyes, as my body tensed in fear.

“Eoghan… I… I…”

It wasn’t just his size. It was the way he affected everything. My mind, my soul.

“You can take it,” he promised, turning my face away from where our bodies joined, and back to his black eyes. “I swear, you can. I swear it.”

He kissed one corner of my mouth, and then the other. He delved his tongue between my teeth, and I moaned against him.

“How do you fucking know?” I mumbled against his lips.

“Because you were made for me,” he said, and I could feel his smile against my skin. “You and I were meant to be joined as one. This was fate.”

I don’t know why that word made me relax. Why it made me spread my legs even wider, as he slowly pushed in. The more I relaxed, the further he went. Inch, by terrifying inch.

My head fell back when he was only halfway in, and I groaned in ecstasy and pain. He was right. This was fate. He was made for me, and I was made for him. So we had to join. We had to become one.

“With my body, I thee worship,” he said against my lips, repeating that line of our vows that had made me clench my thighs.

“I’ll worship you, husband,” I gasped, as he kept on going, deeper and deeper, his cock throbbing against my walls, stretching me until I saw stars.

“Yes, wife. Look at me. Look at your husband,” he said, cupping my face to force me to look at him.

I tried to look between us, but he stopped me, forcing me to look just at his face.

“Eoghan,” I whined, my thighs quivering under the pressure. “I’m not sure I can…”

Looking at him made it all worse. It was like he was attacking me on all sides, demanding ownership of me in every way.

“We’re almost there, love.” He brought his forehead to mine, as his hips finally slammed into mine. Skin against skin, flesh against flesh, our heated bodies becoming one. “There you are, wife.”

His eyes didn’t let up for a second. He stared at me, even as my eyes became unfocused and bleary with the sensations he was pulling from my body.

“My darling. My muse. My Goddess.” He didn’t move, his cock throbbing with his pulse against my walls. “I am complete.”

He just stayed perfectly still, the two of us holding on, our hot breaths filling the air between us.

He was still for what felt like a fucking eternity as my body relaxed to take in his girth. Even the feel of my breathing, and the slight adjustment when my chest heaved made friction between us.

“Eoghan, please… I need you to move,” I whined. “I need you to…”

“In due time, love.” He stroked my face. “Let me enjoy this for now. The beautiful burn of desire is better than the moment of satisfaction.”

“Maybe for you,” I complained.

He laughed, kissing me again. “Sweet, greedy, and impatient goddess.”

Still, he didn't move, and I wanted to slap him as my pulse thrummed in my ears. I wanted to thrust against him, but from where I was, spread the way I was, I had no leverage to move my hips and grind against him.

“Husband, I’m begging you, please…”

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