Page 81 of Iron Blade

He leaned down to take a breast in his mouth again, his teeth grazing against my nipple. My head fell back, my back arching for more of this burning sensation. It felt like there was a fire under my skin that would only burn out if he allowed it.

He let go of my breast, and grinned seductively at me, and I bit my lower lip.

“Your wants are my need,” he said, in that ancient, cryptic way. “Your desires are my purpose.”

He pulled his hips back, the sound of our wet flesh sounded erotic and dirty to my ears.

“Your promises become my vows.”

He slammed his hips into mine and I screamed. I screamed so loud it echoed from the walls, bouncing back to my ears as if it was another voice. A voice that wasn’t my own. My eyes blurred with tears, and my nipples felt heavy with a desire I had never known was possible.

“I worship you, Kira Green,” he said, as he repeated the motion, pulling his hips out and thrusting back in.

“I need you!” I shouted, my arms scratched at his back, begging him for more. I scratched at his tender skin, and I worried I was drawing blood. But I didn’t have it in me to care. “I love you.”

He gasped, his eyes growing wide, as his grin turned into a smile. He cupped my face again, forcing me to look at him.

“You do?” he asked, his eyes surprised, and full of wonder and hope. “You love me?”

I nodded, a tear falling down my cheek.

It was true. I loved him. I was in love with him. I knew it with every fiber of my being. I understood this to be fact. I loved Eoghan Green, and I’d never be okay. I wouldn’t make it out of this life, without his mark on my soul.

I was in love with my husband, whatever that would mean. We were going to be a beautiful tragedy, and I was powerless to stop it. I was powerless to stop myself from taking part in the great sadness that would befall us.

No matter what, we were written in the stars.

“More.” My breaths were shallow and desperate. How was my body able to hold in the sensations that I was feeling? “Eoghan, please!” I gasped as he thrust in again. “I need you, husband.”

He grabbed my hand, and brought it to his mouth again, kissing the sensitive spot on my palm.

“I am at your service,” he said against my hand. “I worship you.” Thrust. “I adore you.” Another thrust. “I would die for you.”

He pistoned inside me like a madman, hungry and needy, our bodies banging together with a violent passion that filled the room with the sound of our moans.

He bit down on the skin of my palm. He bit down so hard I thought he’d draw blood, but I didn’t fucking care. The pain just accentuated the intense and unimaginable pleasure of his cock.

“Use me,” I begged, my head falling back on the backrest, even as my eyes stayed focused on his. “Use me, husband. Use me for your pleasure. I want you to….”

I gasped as he thrust in deep.

Pleasure started in the heat where our bodies joined, radiating outward, until my toes curled and my fingers flexed into claws, my nails digging into his skin, clawing at his back, until they dug into the solid mass of his shoulders.

“We belong to each other,” he said through clenched teeth. “We are one.” He pulled out of me, and in one rapid thrust, his tip pushed in further than I could take, and I screamed as I crested the wave into complete orgasmic bliss.

He thrust again and again, harder and harder, heightening my orgasm until tears fell to my cheeks, and I shook my head, as if trying to deny the pleasure, and the sensations that were threatening to break me in two.

I felt his cock thicken, and harden, and I knew he was close. I could feel it in the curve of him, and the way his breath caught in his throat. I knew the satisfaction would be beyond anything I ever imagined. It would be more than anything I had ever experienced.

We both shouted as he emptied himself inside me, the heat of his seed planting itself deep inside me as my thighs shook with the pleasure and pain of it all.

I felt a hot tear down my cheek, traveling the curve of my jaw and down my throat.

“I will never have another,” he groaned, as he collapsed on top of me, the weight of him giving me a new version of bliss as I went limp, falling down the backrest until I lay on my back on the couch, with his weight on me, his head on my chest, the stubble of his cheek between my breasts.

“I’ll never be the same,” I said on a sigh, as blackness threatened to overtake me. “I’m never going to be the same after this.”

He chuckled against my skin, his tongue darting out to lick my nipple.

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