27. Love
Chapter twenty-seven
Love
Kira
I was spent. I was dead. I’d died and gone to fucking heaven, because there was no way that anything I felt could be real. This house, this cottage, the surreal way the light slanted in through the small windows.
He crawled up my body, his hands landing on the backrest on either side of my head.
He nudged my nose with his, my wetness still on his lips. His crooked smile made my heart flutter as he looked down at me with pure contentment. “You are a joy, my love.”
“Eoghan,” was all I could moan, my body limp, sated but still tingling with desire. “Please, I need more.”
I needed him in every possible way.
He nipped at my skin. It was so gentle that it almost tickled.
“Do you remember your safe word, love?” He asked, coolly, as if he wasn’t as affected as I was.
I vaguely remembered discussion of a safe word in the car, but I had been so exhausted by the amazing orgasm that I had, embarrassingly, fallen asleep before I could reciprocate. Strangely enough, I don’t think Eoghan minded. He held me with such a tenderness as I slept, that it penetrated my dreams.
For once, I didn't dream of cold blackness. I dreamt of warm fires, and gentle hands. The stroke of a brush on canvas, and the sound of paint as it was swirled in a glass of water.
“Picasso,” I said, blushing.
Holy fuck. I had given him my code name. The one word I rarely spoke because I couldn’t. It was too incriminating.
“That’s right,” he said, humming in approval. “Now, love, remember that this word will be the only thing that stops me in my tracks. Otherwise, I will push you to the very edges of your sanity. I will spoil you for all other men, until your orgasms become inextricably linked to me. You won’t ever come without my name upon your lips.”
Jesus. Jesus! Jesus!
The man was absolutely insane, and I enjoyed every single breath of it.
“Wait, I’m not… I’m not on birth control.” I tried to push him away. “You need a condom.”
I wanted to be firm. I needed to be firm, but my voice was so weak. So breathy. So needy for everything he was willing to give me.
But hadn’t he already come inside me? Shit.
“Even better,” he said, taking my mouth as he thrust his bare cock inside me. The feel of skin on skin, his hot, rigid cock inside my soft folds made me dizzy with pleasure. I wanted more. “I warned you. I warned you that madness is in my blood. Obsession.”
He bit down on my shoulder, right above my clavicle, deep into the tender flesh. I thought he’d draw blood.
“It’s too late now,” he whispered, as he soothed the tender skin with his warm tongue. “I can’t let you go. You gave me a taste, and now I won’t breathe without you.”
He pulled out, then thrust in slow, pushing against my walls until I felt the stretch all the way in my heart.
“Give me a child,” he whispered into my throat. “Give me a dozen children. Let me tie you to me with a family that has your gorgeous hair, and sweet, little nose.” Another thrust.
He didn’t let my lips go. He pushed into me just a little further.
I peeled my mouth away from his and screamed, “Fuck!”
I should stop him. I should say no. I should push him away! But I didn’t.
“Are you a’right?” He cupped my face, looking at me with furrowed concern.
“Jesus, you’re… big…” Was I too tired last night to feel the extent of him? Or was he gentler last night? I wasn’t sure. I looked down between us and gasped in surprise as I realized that he had barely pushed in at all. The groove of his purple head hadn’t gone in yet, and I already felt stretched beyond what I could take. “Fuck!”
I felt tears sting my eyes, as my body tensed in fear.
“Eoghan… I… I…”
It wasn’t just his size. It was the way he affected everything. My mind, my soul.
“You can take it,” he promised, turning my face away from where our bodies joined, and back to his black eyes. “I swear, you can. I swear it.”
He kissed one corner of my mouth, and then the other. He delved his tongue between my teeth, and I moaned against him.
“How do you fucking know?” I mumbled against his lips.
“Because you were made for me,” he said, and I could feel his smile against my skin. “You and I were meant to be joined as one. This was fate.”
I don’t know why that word made me relax. Why it made me spread my legs even wider, as he slowly pushed in. The more I relaxed, the further he went. Inch, by terrifying inch.
My head fell back when he was only halfway in, and I groaned in ecstasy and pain. He was right. This was fate. He was made for me, and I was made for him. So we had to join. We had to become one.
“With my body, I thee worship,” he said against my lips, repeating that line of our vows that had made me clench my thighs.
“I’ll worship you, husband,” I gasped, as he kept on going, deeper and deeper, his cock throbbing against my walls, stretching me until I saw stars.
“Yes, wife. Look at me. Look at your husband,” he said, cupping my face to force me to look at him.
I tried to look between us, but he stopped me, forcing me to look just at his face.
“Eoghan,” I whined, my thighs quivering under the pressure. “I’m not sure I can…”
Looking at him made it all worse. It was like he was attacking me on all sides, demanding ownership of me in every way.
“We’re almost there, love.” He brought his forehead to mine, as his hips finally slammed into mine. Skin against skin, flesh against flesh, our heated bodies becoming one. “There you are, wife.”
His eyes didn’t let up for a second. He stared at me, even as my eyes became unfocused and bleary with the sensations he was pulling from my body.
“My darling. My muse. My Goddess.” He didn’t move, his cock throbbing with his pulse against my walls. “I am complete.”
He just stayed perfectly still, the two of us holding on, our hot breaths filling the air between us.
He was still for what felt like a fucking eternity as my body relaxed to take in his girth. Even the feel of my breathing, and the slight adjustment when my chest heaved made friction between us.
“Eoghan, please… I need you to move,” I whined. “I need you to…”
“In due time, love.” He stroked my face. “Let me enjoy this for now. The beautiful burn of desire is better than the moment of satisfaction.”
“Maybe for you,” I complained.
He laughed, kissing me again. “Sweet, greedy, and impatient goddess.”
Still, he didn't move, and I wanted to slap him as my pulse thrummed in my ears. I wanted to thrust against him, but from where I was, spread the way I was, I had no leverage to move my hips and grind against him.
“Husband, I’m begging you, please…”
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.
“I was nothing until this moment,” he said, before his breaths evened out, and we both gave in to the joy of sleep, his cock staying inside me, contaminating my dreams with lustful images of us, joined and grasping at one another, even as the darkness tried to pull us apart. “I was nothing until I loved you, Kira Green.”