Page 30 of Iron Bride

She reached between her thighs, and tucked her lace thong to the side, as she placed my head at her entrance, and lowered herself down.

She squealed with the effort, her eyes closing as she tried to push herself down to the hilt. But she was too tight.

“You need to slow down, Gia,” I groaned, placing a hand on the back of her neck, darting out my tongue to taste the drop of whiskey on her chin. “You need to give yourself time to… prepare… for me.”

I wasn’t sure how to explain it to her. I had never thought I’d have to talk someone through the intricacies of sex.

I thickened inside her, remembering that I was the first. That I’d be the only one that would taste this bit of heaven.

She kept on trying to push herself down, and I placed my hands on her hips to stop her as she winced in pain.

“Slow down, love.”

“I want to be good at this for you,” she whispered.

I grasped her face in my hands, as the warmth of her seeped into every cell of my being.

I chuckled, “This is the one thing you and I don’t need to work at. It’s just there.”

I took her hand, and kissed her palm, and shuddered at the thought of my knife slicing into the thickened skin and marking her as forever mine. The handfasting that marked my parent’s marriage, as they took a blood oath on their wedding day. A vow that declared their undying love until the end of their days.

Handfasting had been done away with, though couples in love still took part in the archaic ritual.

And why shouldn’t we do it to cement our alliance? Why shouldn’t we cut our palms, and bind them together, letting our blood mingle to make us one flesh?

But my wife wasn’t an Irish Green. She was a Durante.

Such a custom would frighten my tender-hearted bride.

I kissed her because I could. I tasted her skin because it was my right. She got hotter, and wetter, with every tender tease of my fingers.

I thrust up, and she moaned in pleasure.

“There,” I said, curling my fingers through her hair. “See how good it is, if you give yourself time to adjust?”

With her eyes firmly shut, she began to thrust her hips, rolling them against me, the bend in my cock grazing the soft, tender spot inside that beautiful heat.

She nodded, as she began to move her body in sync with mine, her hands braced against my chest as she took her pleasure from me, riding herself into a frenzy.

“That’s right,” I encouraged, stuck on the beauty of her skirt hiked up to her waist, her thighs wide open. “Such a beautiful wife.”

The sleeve of her dress fell down one shoulder, and I tugged it down her arm until her beautiful breast was revealed to me, bouncing against her movements, mesmerizing me with its perfection.

She screamed, and it tipped me over the edge. I spilled inside her, roaring with my release.

She collapsed on top of me, her head burying into my neck.

I stroked her hair and ran my hands over her shoulders.

“Such a pretty sight,” I gasped bitterly, “My wife, fucking me, because I spared another man”.

Gia and Kieran's full Trilogy will come in 2026

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