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Killian doesn’t waste any time. Climbing to his knees, he positions himself between my legs and presses my thighs upward to make room for his wide hips.

I hold my breath in anticipation when I feel the warm head of his cock press against my tender opening. When the head breaches the entrance, I start to panic. The skin is pulled so tight it burns.

“Go slow,” I whisper. “You’re bigger than I’m used to.”

With a grunt, he slides in a little deeper. My skin breaks outin goose bumps as the adrenaline and arousal mingle into a heady desire. Killian is staring down at the spot where his massive cock is disappearing inside me. He’s moving slowly with delicate care not to hurt me. I don’t think he’s even all the way in when I feel as if I can’t take another inch.

I tug against the arm restraints again. His attention snaps up to my face. “I won’t hurt you, darling. You can trust me.”

As our eyes meet, I feel that tug of emotion again. When did this happen? When did the man who uttered such hateful words to me become the one who holds my fear and pain in his hand, offering me safety and comfort instead?

I have no reason to trust him, but I do.

He looks back down as he eases out and thrusts back in again, a little deeper this time. “I don’t know what you were so worried about,” he says in a strained tone. “You’re taking every inch, mo ghràidh. And you’re taking me so well.”

God, those words might as well be a stimulant. They buzz through my body, making everything feel so good. I wish he’d whisper them to me as he fucked me, like some secret code that unlocks the nerve endings in my body.

“Go faster,” I whisper, and immediately his hips start to piston. With every thrust, he goes deeper, and I wait anxiously for the pain that never comes. Finally, he pounds fully inside me until I can feel his hips against mine, and it’s a perfect fit, as if he’s made to be inside me.

Pleasure blossoms down my spine from the sensation, and as he moves, filling me again and again and again, I become overwhelmed by it. It’s all too much.

My eyes won’t leave him, watching the look of ecstasy on his face as he fucks me, moving harder and faster as he uses my body to chase his own pleasure. He can’t tear his gaze away from where our bodies are joined, and it’s endearing how much he likes to watch it.

I wish I could see inside his mind. I want to know if he’s feelingthis all-encompassing thing that I feel. Is this still just casual sex to him? Or is he being swarmed by this feeling of somethingmorethe same way I am?

When he lifts his gaze to my face, our eyes meet, and that connection is back. I let out one pleading cry, and he answers the call, collapsing his body over mine and kissing my lips as he keeps up the relentless driving of his hips. His arms frame my head as his tongue tangles with mine.

My legs wrap around him, and I’m amazed at how well we fit together, even with our different sizes. Our bodies are so close it’s as if we are one.

Keeping our lips together, he fucks me harder as he whispers, “I’m going to fill you up. My wife. I’m making you mine.”

I wish I could wrap my arms around him. More than anything, I need my body to say what my mouth sometimes struggles to express. But with my wrists still tied, I have no other choice.

Hesitantly, I stutter. “F-fill me up, Killian. Make…me yours.”

“You are mine.”

With a deafening groan and a shuddering in his hips, I feel his climax tremble through us both. His cock pulses inside me, and I’m overcome with warmth. With his body still draped over mine, I swim in his nearness. I absorb his scent, his touch, his breath. Every part of him becomes a part of me.

This is so much more than sex. He has to see that.

When he finally lifts from my body, our lips touch again in a more hesitant kiss. Then, he climbs away from me and watches intently as he pulls his cock from inside me. His eyes don’t leave that spot, and when I feel the cum dripping from my pussy, he quickly wipes it with his thumb.

I let out a gasp when I feel him gently pushing it back inside.

Our eyes meet again, and he shoots me a soft smile. “Well, it’s official, darling,” he says softly. “You’re really my wife now.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

“What are you reading?” Killian asks from the doorway of the parlor. I glance up from the book in my lap with a sheepish smirk.

I’m not ashamed of my curiosity. I found this book in the library months ago. But it wasn’t until the night Killian tied me to his bed and claimed me as his, that I realized this might be something I’m slightly intrigued about.

Slowly I lift the book to let him read the title.

The Act of Submission

His eyebrows lift in astonishment. “Forgot I had that,” he says. “Are you reading it because you’re curious, or are you reading it because you want to try it?”

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