Chapter 28
Liam
It’s everything and nothing I could ever have fathomed.
I never conceived a woman like Elexia Carter ever existed, not for a man like me.
I’ve shed enough blood to fill the Dublin Bay, and I’ve committed crimes that would make a saint turn their back on God. I’ve lived as a monster, a man of shadows and cold steel, no purpose but to survive.
But here, deep inside her, feeling the way her body stretches and yields to take every inch of me, I realize I was dead until this moment.
Inside my wife? Nothing could ever compare.
I’ve had blowjobs, quick and transactional things in dark corners with women whose names I never cared to know.
I thought I knew what pleasure was. I was a fool.
Nothing rivals this—the heat, the tightness, and the soul-shattering realization that I am finally, for the first time in my life, exactly where I belong.
“Liam…” Her lips touch my jawline. A muscle bounces there.
Breath sawing in and out, I fold my fingers into hers, our cuffs clinking with a metallic kiss.
We’re still bound by this steel, bound by the ancestors who bless our union and seal our souls.
Whether it’s romantic delusions born of fiction, I’ll never know.
But by God, for me, it’s real. She is real.
“Liam, are you—?”
“Just let me savor this a bit, Luv,” I cut her off with a tortured sound. I grip her hand so tight against the bed, anchoring us both to this miracle. A tremor rolls through me, but I hold strong above her, sealed to her.
“Okay,” she sighs warmly along my face and chirps, “Just don’t savor too long.”
“Brat.” I chuckle, then cup her breast, rolling the nipple with my thumb, thrilled by her hiss, the way her body arches and melts before me.
And then, her insides clench. Hot, soaked, tight muscles squeeze my dick—better than any throat I’ve ever had.
Fuck, I’m going to lose my shit if I don’t get a hold of this.
The need burns within me. I could die here with no regrets and call it a blessed life.
But I’m not leaving anytime soon. I linger there on the precipice, my pulse beating against my ribs like a caged beast. I’m nearly ready to fuck her into the mattress, to lose my mind in the sweetness of her, but I take these few moments.
She squirms and writhes.
Something primal and carnal rises in me, and I lift my hand to coil around her throat.
Not stifling her air. Only enough to make my point.
“So desperate, my wife.” Fuck, she’s so beautiful, stunning inside and out.
Her hunger thrashes with mine. Jaw steeled, I go on, “But Sir knows what you need, Lexie, what we both need. So, are you going to be my good girl and let me rule you?”
Her hot sheath pulses around me. And she nods softly. “Yes, Sir.”
Christ, her submission, her surrender, her utter trust in me are an aphrodisiac, along with the floral notes from the bridal flowers and her natural feminine musk. Just what I need to maintain my control despite those exquisitely sinful muscles smothering my cock.
Dominating her, granting her my strength as she gives me her softness, is the most powerful bond—enough to shatter our hearts and souls. And the broken pieces find a home in one another.
Only together, we are whole.
I wait, hovering at the edge, just to appreciate the sensation of giving my virginity to my wife. She is the first. And she damn well will be the last.
Lowering my hand back to her breast, I slide out just an inch, testing her grip and my erection’s pitiful attempt to escape. The apocalypse could rain down on us, and I wouldn’t leave her drenched heat.
“Mmm, Liam Sir…” she moans as I come out another few inches, moving slowly until her opening kisses my crown. She wiggles, hips lifting, trying to claim what only I may give her. “For the love of all things Irish, please fuck me!”
And I do.
One deep thrust, and I’m lost to a whirlwind of pleasure spiraling through me. Hot blood sears my veins and consumes my member. I lose all control. Cock thickening, adrenaline flaring, pulse pounding, and need pumping through my system, I fuck my wife, rocking her hard without rhythm.
“Yes, yes, Sir!” she cries out and moves with me, her hips trying to match mine.
“Take it, wife,” I growl in her ear, slamming into her again and again, chasing my release. “Take it all. Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, so perfect.” A string of Irish curses leaves my mouth.
Her free hand reaches around to grip my arse, nails burrowing into the flesh. The pure awe and desire on her face sends me over the edge, driving into her, my cock like a steel battering ram. I circle my hips and grind hard against her.
“Oh, God, do that again! Give me everything, Liam, Sir, my husband.”
The friction must press against her clit. I do it again, and her spine bows, her eyes glazing over. “Oh, God, yes!” she pleads, breathless.
By fuck…If this is what heaven feels like, then my damn length is ready to sing the Hallelujah Chorus to her.
“Lexie Darlin’.”
Taking our conjoined hands, I move them to her chest and place hers on top of mine.
My heart’s ramming right through my ribs.
She arches, her other hand leaving my arse and gripping the back of my neck.
Our mouths crash, tongues tangling. Our bodies find a ravenous tempo, rocking and pulsing together.
Tilting my head, I hold her where I want her with the strength of my jaw.
I lose myself in the sensations. I taste every bit of her sweetness.
I drink every drop of her love and passion. And grind down on her again.
Less than a second later, the soaked heat of her grips me stronger. My balls tighten. My dick swells.
Once more, I thrust, plunge inside, and come apart.
Slamming deep, I explode and unleash jets of seed—spurting, gushing, and pouring inside the tight, hot clasp of her pussy.
I’m still coming when the spasms erupt around my cock.
Her grip on my neck tightens. Her other fingers squeeze mine to death.
Pausing above her lips, I find her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
“Liiiaaammm!” she cries.
Amusement and approval roll more heat through me as her hips knock against mine. Unable to look away, I memorize every twitch, every piqued breath, every trace of flushed skin. Watching her unravel from the pleasure, knowing how we came together, fuck, it does things to a man.
It gets me hard all over again.
Once she comes down from the orgasm, I climb off her, my dick leaving the paradisaical haven. But I haul her into my arms, ready to fulfill my oath to fuck her till she can’t walk.
Our sweat-slicked skin slaps together. Her hair falls all around me. Fuck, I can’t contain the raw energy surging through me, the predatory need to claim her on every surface. I cross the floor to the other side of the room, prepared to do just that.
Lexie gives the cuffs a little shake, bumping my hand clutching her ass. She presses her lips to my neck, throbbing the veins there. A stinging cut has me pausing at her bedroom door and glancing down at her.
“Did ye just bite me, Lexie Luv?”
Tilting her head onto my shoulder, she looks up, wearing an adorable smile of pure mischief—and the kind of rosy glow which only comes from a damn good climax.
“M-maybe.”
I smile back, feeling that rosy glow, so I do. But for me, it’s an ever-burning flame, a fire licking through my blood.
Shaking my head with a chuffed laugh, I carry her into the kitchen and set her on the table. A vicious ache overcomes me as I set her down, my wrist dropping with hers. She hisses, but her trembling limbs show a desire eclipsing whatever pain she may have.
“What a sight ye are.” I admire her. Her ivory skin on the wooden surface. The sweat gleaming on her skin. The candlelight and shadows playing on her flesh.
Light touches here and there—brushing the swell of her breast, thumb pressed to her lower lip, sifting my fingers through her hair—I stoke the hunger between us, the undeniable thirst.
Our playlist still hums but in much lower, softer tones.
“I love you, Liam Rían Donovan.”
Fuck, I forget everything. I dive for her, claiming her mouth as she claims me, spreading her legs and binding them around my waist. Hell, I need this woman like I need atoms—all these charged particles determining my identity.
Elexia Donovan is my very existence.
I will prove it to her every moment. Ravenous for her, I sink my cock in, pushing the head past her entrance.
When I hover above her lips, she bites the lower one and sets our bound hands on the table.
On the edge of the table, her legs gloriously spread and her body ready to receive me, my wife’s head drops to her shoulders.
A delicate, delicious arch. Chest thrust up.
Nipples hardened to elongated points, desperate for my mouth. Firelight bathes her flesh.
Bolts of heat overthrow me at the sight of her glowing like a Celtic goddess, all molten gold and wild promise, daring any mortal man not to fall to his knees.
Inch by inch, I sink into her until I’m fully seated.
“Sir…”
She lifts her head, sultry bedroom eyes burning clear through my soul.
She sees a redemption arc. She sees a man who could be saved. But the gospel truth? She will redeem me every moment of every day. Because I’ve found my purpose in possessing and protecting her.
So, I move. Harder than the time on the bed—not just making love anymore. This is me fucking her, rutting her, driving myself so deep into her, no God or the Devil himself could ever wrench us apart.
Every moment is better than the last.
Without stopping, I trail my lips down her arched throat. I scrape my teeth along her lovely skin, rocking her deep and violent. My body quakes with the need to jet into her, but I’m holding the tidal wave back.
Her free hand works its way into my curls, and I groan as I suck her breast, laving the peaked nipple with my tongue.
Once I’ve licked, sucked, tongued, and teethed those nipples till they’re swollen rubies, I clutch her pretty arse and eject myself to the tip.
Our gazes collide as I pause here, taking her in.
She holds my lower arm, gripping tight, then peers down at my erection. “Are you going to make me beg?”
“Beg for what, Mrs. Donovan?” I lean in, cheek brushing hers, then whisper in her ear, “What do ye want of me?” I pull back just a little.
Her lips pull into a glower, both feminine and feral. Just like the library, she sucks me in, my demanding savior. “For fuck’s sake, Liam, please just give it to me. Give me everything,” she snarls, teeth bared. A vow she’ll bite me again. Hell if I can’t wait for that.
Her claws come out, the free hand scraping the back of my neck and tugging at the ends of my hair. “Fuck me with every bone in your body and every breath in your lungs,” she commands like the queen she is. “Let me feel it all. Take everything else away. Just us.”
“Well, in that case…”
I unleash years of Family chains binding me.
With every ruthless thrust, I break them and feed her my cock, ramming in and out, shaking us both to our core.
I impale her again and again, rocking hard as thunder.
I’ll be fucking her long into the night.
Only a few periods of respite to take care of my goddess.
Her pretty arse bounces as her hips try to match my rhythm. Her gorgeous tits swing against my chest. I’m a man starved for her, ravaging her. Like the sea itself had shaped her and set her before me as a test of devotion.
I fuck her on the table until we both crash together, riding the tides of our climaxes.
I bend her over the counter and fuck her against it, her hair coiled around one hand while the other holds her fingers against her clit, drawing circles until those inner muscles spasm around me again.
I take her down on the couch, one leg over my shoulder, while I lick her to oblivion—and maybe surprise her with a few honeymoon toys. Not replacements but gifts.
And Lexie…she shows me what it feels like to be loved by a real woman, a wife hellbent on riding and feasting on what belongs to her. By the time she’s done with me, I’m not just a new man. I’m her husband in the truest sense—body, soul, and every dark corner of me surrendered to her.
An hour before dawn, we find ourselves wrapped in fresh blankets on the couch, her front to my chest this time. I listen to her heavy pants, adorable mewls, and the moan she makes when she rubs her face along my chest.
“Lexie…” I summon her.
“What?” she mumbles, her lids still closed.
I kiss the top of her head and hold her stronger. “I will spend the rest of my life lovin’ you.”
“Hmm…” she yawns. “Likewise.”
And if I ever commit a wrong, because they’ll come, so they will, as is the nature of any two souls bound so tight, I will gladly fall to my knees.
I will grovel, and I will worship at her feet.
Not as some book character looking for a way out of the dark, but as the doting, dominant husband who knows he’s been given a gift from the gods.
“Thank ye for kidnapping me, my sweet savior,” I hum against the side of her head, smiling to myself because she’s already out. “Sleep well, mo Róisín.”