Page 37 of Heart Cradle
His hands slid lower, across her collarbone, then downward, soft and deliberate, until he cupped the full swell of her breasts. She inhaled sharply but didn’t pull away. His thumbs brushed her nipples, slow and coaxing, her spine arching involuntarily.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “It’s like my skin’s on fire.”
Eiran stilled briefly, then pressed his mouth to her neck, voice thick. “That’s the bond, love. The magicers say it’s meant to feel like this. Magic wants to be touched.”
Her lips parted in a soft gasp as he circled one nipple again, slower this time, savouring her shudder.
“Everything’s sharper,” she whispered. “Everywhere.”
“I know, It’s because it’s not just you anymore… it’s us.” He kissed the curve of her shoulder. “Being this close, you’ll feel everything I feel. Every breath, every ache, every beat. You’re not losing your mind, I promise.”
Her hands clutched his thighs behind her, grounding herself. “Then why does it still scare me?”
“Just stay with me,” he said, his hand sliding lower, stroking along her ribs, slowing at her stomach. She tensed, just slightly, she didn’t speak, but he felt it.
He let his hand rest there, warm and open.
“I love this,” he said softly. “All of you. Not in spite of what you carry, because of it.”
“You make it easier to believe.” She said quietly.
His arms tightened around her just a little. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I plan to spend a long time proving it.”
Her lips parted, but no words came.
“You undo me,” he breathed. “I’m alight for you, Maeve. I’d fall on my sword if you asked. I’m yours, and I’ve never wanted anything more. Every time you move, every sound, gods, I’m burning for you, and I don’t want it to stop.”
She shifted slightly and her bare thigh brushed his cock. It was hard and thick against the small of her back and he gave a broken groan “Love…”
His hand slipped lower, slow and certain, gliding over her stomach and dipping between her thighs. She gasped again, slick and swollen, her clit pulsing with need.
“Fuck,” she breathed, hips jerking. “Eiran…”
His fingers parted her with reverent care, stroking through her folds like he was learning her by heart. When he circled her clit, featherlight,her body shivered. “You’re drenched for me,” he growled, voice coarse. “You’re all mine.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
His breath shuddered and he nipped her earlobe, then kissed along her jaw with aching intent. “The way you give yourself to me... the way your body answers mine. I’ll never stop needing you.” He pressed his mouth to her throat. “I’d tear the world apart to keep you.”
He pressed firmer strokes against her, dragging slow circles over her clit until her thighs trembled and her head fell back onto his shoulder, moans spilling unbidden. Eiran growled like her sound physically hurt him. “You have no idea what you do to me. I’m losing my fucking mind, love.”
He slid a finger inside her, deep and deliberate, then another. Her body clenched around him, slick heat gripping tight. Maeve whimpered, hips rocking down, chasing more.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Gods, you feel like you were made for this.”
Her fingers dug into his thighs behind her. “I want more,” she gasped. “I want all of you.”
“You’ll have all of me,” he growled, voice rough and shaking.
His fingers curled deep inside her, slow and deliberate.
“This?” He pressed his palm harder against her, feeling the way she clenched. “This cunt is mine, Maeve. Mine to fill, to worship and to ruin, over and over, because I’ll never stop needing you.”
Her body trembled at his words, pleasure coiling tight. She dropped her head, gasping, as he worked her into a slow, building frenzy. She whimpered, hips twitching as his fingers moved, measured, careful thrusts, until her walls fluttered and her back arched with a soft cry.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just feel me. Let go for me, love.”
He curled his fingers just so, grazing the spot that made her moan, low and desperate. His thumb found her clit again, stroking in slow circles that matched the rhythm inside her. The pressure built fast, too fast, and she could feel the edge rushing towards her like a wave.
