Chapter 27
Elexia
My ass is burning.
I’ve loved every minute.
With my bridal skirts bunched around my hips, I wiggle, thrusting my hips back, pushing my ass out as the belt comes down again.
A vicious wallop. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Liam’s expression.
Despite the twisted smirk and the caresses of his hand between blows, it looks like he’s unleashing something. Something dark and feral.
If I hazarded a guess, it’s because of what’s happening tonight. He’s giving me something…sacred.
“Fuck, such a beautiful shade of red, Darlin’.”
The metal of the handcuffs clinks against the radiator. Despite the awkward positions and maneuvering, we’ve sworn to keep them on all night.
Liam drops his belt, kneels, and covers my back with his torso. I hiss at his hardness, rubbing the stinging flesh of my backside through his pants. He takes a handful, and I moan, touching my forehead to the cast iron.
“I’ve loved this sweet bottom since the moment I lifted that skirt and took the abominable mafia book to it. Prettiest arse I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen quite a few, my wife.”
My head shoots up. “Oh, say it again, Sir. Please.”
He chuckles darkly and massages the smoldering skin. “Wife. Soulmate. Forever.”
“What is your favorite trope, my husband, Sir?” I wonder.
“Hmm…” He traces a thumb down my spine, and I shiver, hanging on his every word.
“The one where the sweet wallflower saves the mafia boss, and fast-burn love before the wedding with slow-burn fucking. For I mean to fuck ye all night long, till you can’t walk, mo Róisín.
And then, I’ll be bringing ye breakfast in bed. ”
I toss my hair back onto my shoulder and beam. “Sounds like a perfect happily ever after.”
“No, Lexie.” He takes my hips, raising me and reaching around me.
A ‘clink’ and the other cuffs fall, letting him turn me to face him.
The skirts fall in a cascade of blue chiffon, lace, and silk.
My breath catches at the undeniable hunger and unconditional love in his expression. “This…is our once upon a time.”
I lift my cuffed hand, and we join our fingers. His stare is fervent, somewhere between adoration and violence. But more of a violence of passion.
“I know my apartment isn’t ideal for a honeymo—” I yelp when he slaps my ass with his other hand.
He cups my chin, firm but tender. “This apartment is where I first fell in love with ye, Darlin’.”
I let out a deep exhale and ask, “When was that?”
“Hmm…” he muses, combing his fingers through my hair, “Might’ve been when you were wondering if I’d put your body parts in jars. Or when you loved my dinner. Or when ye drugged me, then loved the spanking I gave ye.. Hmm…I fell in love with ye over a million different moments, Mrs. Donovan.”
My stomach flips at the name, and heat rolls through my center. “Oh, I love that one.”
“Well, then, Mrs. Donovan. Bed or couch?”
I blink, then register what he means. “Um…” I make a split-second decision. “Bed.”
He crooks his lips into a proud grin, tilts his head, and deadpans—right before he lifts me, then throws me over his shoulder. It’s awkward at first since our conjoined hands go over his head, ending up somewhere on his shoulder.
“Holy fuck buckets,” I squeal and take the moment to squeeze his ass with my other hand.
He barks a hearty laugh before lowering me to the bed. My ass stings, but all the pain dulls as my husband unbuttons his pants, unzipping far too slowly.
“Ugh, too long.” I shoot to my feet.
He chuffs a laugh and touches his lips to my forehead. “Someone is a little eager.”
I practically rip down his pants with my free hand, and my pulse races at the sight of him. Because he went commando. His cock twitches, but when I close my cuffed hand around him, it throbs.
Flushed from head to toe, I look up, swallowing the ache in my throat. “I’m not the only one who’s eager.”
Oh, God, how does he smell so damn good? Masculine musk, expensive cologne with notes of sandalwood, warm amber, and vanilla.
“Oh, I’m more than eager, Lexie.” He lowers his head with that sinful smirk. “My dick is gagging for you.”
I touch the tip, rubbing my finger around the crown, silky and wet with his pre-cum. “I thought it was just happy to see me.”
“Aye, that it is. But…” Liam touches the back of my hand and urges me away. “Don’t be doing that now, Darlin’. I want to savor this, and if ye keep grippin’ me like that, it’ll be over too soon.”
I bite my lower lip but nod. When he reaches behind me to undo the zipper of my gown, tingles break out all over my skin. Leaning into his heat, I lift my fingers to trace his tattoos. His muscles flex beneath my touch.
Soon, my wedding gown is forsaken, draped over the frame of the bed. All I’m wearing now is the strapless lace bra and my underwear. And the cuffs. It might be crazy, but I love the idea of keeping them on all night.
His eyes darken with lust, shifting from the icy blue to a deep, endless tide. I hold my breath as he unclasps my bra, my breasts falling out. He cups one, rolling the hard nipple with his thumb. A whimper escapes my throat, and I try to move closer, digging my fingers into his waist.
His other hand lowers to grip my hip, keeping me back. “Nah, Luv. I’m going to undress my wife proper tonight. And worship her like the X-rated goddess she is.”
He captures my mouth. Tongue probing the seam of my lips, Liam lingers here, licking my lips, savoring.
But when he spears his tongue inside, the kiss turns devastating, and my spine bows.
His fierce erection rubs the lace of my underwear.
I moan into his mouth, then feed on him, his possession, his protection, and every drop of pleasure he gives me.
One tilt of his head, and he deepens the kiss. I’m powerless to match him. I simply open more and brush my breasts against his chest. The nipples have turned to stiff points, aching for attention. This slow intensity will wreck me tonight.
He seems to know because his mouth chases down my body.
Kissing my throat, my clavicle, down my chest, and finally…
to my breast. I make a strangled sound as that skillful tongue circles the erect flesh.
Pressure coils tight inside me, and I think I’m going to come from him sucking my breast alone. His teeth nip the other, and I jolt.
Oh, God. He drops to one knee and claims my underwear in his teeth. I have to move a little lower due to how we are bound. The lace is already wet, but the liquid heat inside me grows the lower he moves. I step out of the fabric, and he chucks it away, then lifts his head, sweeping in to lick me.
“Oh, fuckfuckfuck, Sir!” I gasp.
Tiny tendrils of electricity skitter up and down my spine. He doesn’t just lick me—he kisses, he sucks my lips, drinking more of my arousal. My trembling hand descends to his hair, and I sigh in relief since he’s letting me touch him.
A groan vibrates in his throat, rippling into my pussy.
Tears blur my eyes as he ravishes me, his tongue knifing through every crease and fold, before closing his lips around my clit with strong suction.
He’s determined to ruin me, and I am so ready to be ruined.
Everything between my thighs feels like molten fire.
I’m not going to last. Every nerve in my body quakes as the desire leaks from my core.
And then, he raises our united hands. Holding me firm with his other palm to my inflamed ass, Liam plucks at my stiff nipples. It sends him into a fit of passion, so he flattens his tongue on my bloated nub before flicking some hypersensitive nerve.
“Oh, God, yes, Sir. Right there, please don’t stop! I’m going to co—ahh!”
The pressure snaps. I grip his hair with all my strength, rocking my hips against his face, riding his tongue as the orgasm shatters through me, surging torrential waves of bliss through my blood.
While I’m still panting, he rises with a devilish gleam in his eye.
No time to react. He pushes me softly onto the bed.
One look down, and I swallow hard at his cock, all glorious eight inches, swollen with veins, thick and beautifully masculine.
Heart racing, I reach for him, but he smacks my hand away, grinning while climbing over me.
Our cuffs knock together like little bells singing.
Bracing one arm around my waist, Liam lifts me until my head settles on the pillow. I bend my legs for him, knees lowering to the sheets. I’ve never been so open and vulnerable with anyone. This is profound, powerful, and a little bit terrifying.
My husband sinks his fingers into the flesh of my thigh, the tips rubbing the wetness there. And then…he brings his pelvis down against mine.
“Ohhh…” I clench my inner muscles, ready for him, gagging for him.
Brow to my brow, Liam Donovan gazes deeply at me and says in a voice of dark, low velvet, “Is tú mo ghrá.”
I go still. “What does that mean?”
His lips press to my forehead. “A bit of Irish for “I love you”. I love ye, Lexie Darlin’.
Anam Cara, my soulmate.” With his chest coming down on mine until our heartbeats thunder against one another, Liam declares, “I’m not losing my virginity, Mrs. Elexia Donovon.
” His breath is labored. His body is trembling.
He’s so gorgeous. A deep exhale leaves his mouth, and he finishes in a whisper, “I’m giving it. ”
Gripping his cock, he sinks the head inside my slick opening. Unlike before, when he showed utter control from the library, Liam lifts his hips. He holds my gaze, slams his body against mine, and buries himself to the root. Blazing pressure erupts.
“Oh, Sir!” I shriek at the fullness, how he’d speared his impossibly thick cock to the very hilt.
“Fuck, Lexie,” he growls against my lips. “Fuckfuckfucking owned. Yes, Luv, because you own me. Every part of me. And now, I’m going to fuck and make love to my wife all night long.”