Page 79 of Iron Blade

When she crested the wave of pleasure, I followed close behind.

The seed of fear marked itself on my soul, like a black, inky fingerprint. She would always go before me, and I would follow. She would run, and I would follow wherever she went. I’d follow her into the very darkness of Hell, and shield her from the dangers she could not see.

For now, until forever.

She took the place of every bit of worship, as I poured all reverence into her, releasing my seed into her and knowing, beyond any doubt, that on this night, we would create life.

Chapter twenty-seven

Love

Kira

Iwas spent. I was dead. I’d died and gone to fucking heaven, because there was no way that anything I felt could be real. This house, this cottage, the surreal way the light slanted in through the small windows.

He crawled up my body, his hands landing on the backrest on either side of my head.

He nudged my nose with his, my wetness still on his lips. His crooked smile made my heart flutter as he looked down at me with pure contentment. “You are a joy, my love.”

“Eoghan,” was all I could moan, my body limp, sated but still tingling with desire. “Please, I need more.”

I needed him in every possible way.

He nipped at my skin. It was so gentle that it almost tickled.

“Do you remember your safe word, love?” He asked, coolly, as if he wasn’t as affected as I was.

I vaguely remembered discussion of a safe word in the car, but I had been so exhausted by the amazing orgasm that I had, embarrassingly, fallen asleep before I could reciprocate. Strangely enough, I don’t think Eoghan minded. He held me with such a tenderness as I slept, that it penetrated my dreams.

For once, I didn't dream of cold blackness. I dreamt of warm fires, and gentle hands. The stroke of a brush on canvas, and the sound of paint as it was swirled in a glass of water.

“Picasso,” I said, blushing.

Holy fuck. I had given him my code name. The one word I rarely spoke because I couldn’t. It was too incriminating.

“That’s right,” he said, humming in approval. “Now, love, remember that this word will be the only thing that stops me in my tracks. Otherwise, I will push you to the very edges of your sanity. I will spoil you for all other men, until your orgasms become inextricably linked to me. You won’t ever come without my name upon your lips.”

Jesus. Jesus! Jesus!

The man was absolutely insane, and I enjoyed every single breath of it.

“Wait, I’m not… I’m not on birth control.” I tried to push him away. “You need a condom.”

I wanted to be firm. I needed to be firm, but my voice was so weak. So breathy. So needy for everything he was willing to give me.

But hadn’t he already come inside me? Shit.

“Even better,” he said, taking my mouth as he thrust his bare cock inside me. The feel of skin on skin, his hot, rigid cock inside my soft folds made me dizzy with pleasure. I wanted more. “I warned you. I warned you that madness is in my blood. Obsession.”

He bit down on my shoulder, right above my clavicle, deep into the tender flesh. I thought he’d draw blood.

“It’s too late now,” he whispered, as he soothed the tender skin with his warm tongue. “I can’t let you go. You gave me a taste, and now I won’t breathe without you.”

He pulled out, then thrust in slow, pushing against my walls until I felt the stretch all the way in my heart.

“Give me a child,” he whispered into my throat. “Give me a dozen children. Let me tie you to me with a family that has your gorgeous hair, and sweet, little nose.” Another thrust.

He didn’t let my lips go. He pushed into me just a little further.

---