Page 82 of Bound By Darkness

“You might.And if you do, I’ll be right here.”I tighten my grip slightly.“I know what happens after you take a life.I’ve taken a lot of them.If you need to talk, if you need to—” I pause, forcing myself to breathe.“Just know that you don’t have to do this alone.”

She looks at me for a long time, something unspoken passing between us.

I almost say it.The words rise in my throat, heavy and unspoken—I love you.

She means more to me than I ever intended, more than I know how to handle.It burns in my chest, fierce and terrifying.

But the words never come.

Instead, I reach for her, fingers brushing her cheek before I gently tilt her chin up.My lips find hers, not out of hunger, but need—desperate, aching, real.

She melts into me, her body molding against mine, her hands sliding up my chest before curling into the fabric of my shirt.I kiss her slow, deep, drinking in the taste of whiskey on her tongue.

Sliding my fingers into her hair, I tilt her head back further, claiming her, making sure she feels it.That this isn’t just about need.It’s about her.About the way she fought for me without even realizing it.About the way she’s become a part of me.

I walk her back toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss, only pulling away long enough to strip her out of her clothes.Her breath comes faster, her eyes filled with desire as I tug her top over her head.

“I need you, Eamon,” she breathes.

“Shh,mo chroí,” I murmur, brushing my lips along her jaw, down the column of her neck.“I’ve got you.”

She trembles beneath my touch, her bare skin warm against my palms as I push the leather pants past her hips, letting them pool at her feet.She steps out of them, standing before me in nothing but lace, her body a fucking masterpiece.

My control frays, snapping thread by thread.

Dragging my knuckles down the curve of her waist, I lower myself to my knees, pressing a slow kiss to her stomach before hooking my fingers under the waistband of her knickers.She watches me, her breath catching as I pull them down, exposing her completely.

She’s wet, already so fucking wet for me, and I groan as I grip her thighs, guiding her back onto the bed.She parts her legs without hesitation, her trust in me absolute, and fuck if that doesn’t wreck me.

“You’re so perfect,” I murmur against her skin, trailing kisses up her stomach as my hands explore her curves, gliding over her ribs and then rising to cup her breasts.My thumbs brush over her nipples, drawing a soft gasp from her as she arches into my touch.

Positioning myself at her entrance, I push in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, wet heat that wraps around me.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I hold still, savoring the moment.The way she feels wrapped around me, the way her body takes me like she was made for this—for me.

“You okay?”I rasp.

Her lips part, her breath shaky.“I need you to move, Eamon.”

I do, fucking her slow and deep.My hips roll in a rhythm that has her whimpering, gasping, and clinging to me like I’m the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

Each thrust is deliberate, a silent vow, a claim, a fucking prayer.

Because this is more than just sex.

This is me telling her that I see her, that she’s not alone.That she’s mine.

She clings to me, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing anchoring her to the earth.I start to move slowly at first.Her legs wrap around me, drawing me in deeper, her body meeting mine with a desperate rhythm.

Every thrust pulls another sound from her lips—needy, breathless, broken.And I drink in every one.

Her nails dig into my back, marking me.Her hips rise, seeking more friction, more pressure.I give it to her, adjusting the angle, grinding against her with each roll of my hips.

She tilts her head back, her moans growing louder, her body tightening around me.“Don’t stop.I’m so close.”

“I know,mo chroí,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her throat.“Let go for me.”

She shatters beneath me, a soft cry breaking free.I keep moving through it, chasing my own release, hips snapping harder now, more erratic, until the pleasure crests and crashes through me.I bury myself deep one last time, groaning her name as I come, every nerve on fire, every thought obliterated except her.

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