Chapter 17
EDEN
“ Y ou look so perfect,” Kieran practically purrs, his accent thick and incredibly sexy as he drags the last word out. His head leans back as he groans, and it spurs me on, wanting to drive him crazier.
I bob my head forward, taking him deeper as his hands tighten in my hair. He’s probably destroying my curls, but I don’t care right now as I fight against his hold, wanting the control. It’s always like this between us—a fight until he puts me in place and fucking ruins me.
His eyes snap down to mine, the green so dark with lust that they’ve nearly swallowed the irises whole. He pushes in deeper until I gag softly around him, but I don’t pull back. His hands cup the back of my head, holding me in place as I work my tongue around his shaft.
My lungs burn with the lack of oxygen, but I don’t care. I’m too focused on the throbbing between my legs, the way that his brutal thrusts are turning me on.
“Fuck, mo chuisle.” He groans, and I practically melt. “You take me so fucking well.”
I moan, sliding a hand down my body in an effort to find a little relief. But before I can get there, Kieran’s grip tightens, jerking my head back.
I suck in deep breaths, eyes popping open to see his gaze focused on me.
“I don’t think so.” He bends me back a little further, my neck aching as I’m completely at his mercy.
“I want to see you writhing for me, Eden. I want you desperate and pleading, absolutely drenched, when I lay you on that bed to clean you up.” One of his hands releases me to drag a thumb over my bottom lip.
“I want you on the verge of coming just from me fucking this perfect mouth.” My lips part for him, and a dark smile curls his lips. “So fucking good for me.”
He straightens, and I open wider. His free hand slides along my jaw until his fingers wrap around my throat.
Holding me perfectly still, he slides his cock all the way in.
My eyes tear up, and my body hums with each roll of his hips.
My fingers itch to dive between my legs, but I know that it’ll be more worth it to listen to Kieran.
To be rewarded by his mouth rather than my own hand.
His pace increases, and soon, I can’t breathe. It only makes my want for him worse, my body enjoying the way he never holds back with me.
Just when I think he’s going to come, though, he pulls back with a grunt. I choke and gasp, his hand on my throat still holding me up. His thumb smooths over my jaw while the other loosens in my hair.
“As much as I love finishing in your mouth,” he says in a low rumble, “I want to fill your sweet cunt up tonight.”
A whimper escapes me, and he chuckles. “Get on the bed.”
I scramble back as fast as I can, climbing up onto the dark sheets and lying back. Kieran’s hungry gaze takes me in, and my heart pounds faster in anticipation. It beats so fast that I feel breathless and ? —
I wake up.
My eyes widen as they dart around the dark room, and my heart sinks. I was having a fucking sex dream. About Kieran. Oh, fuck.
It felt so damn real that I almost wonder if it’s a memory. The way my body is on edge is very real, and I fall back against the pillows with a huff.
Of course I had a damn wet dream about him after the way his hands slid up my thigh while buckling the thigh sheath on—which I was dumb enough to ask him to do.
Being that close to him only made me remember the last time we were alone, the way he made me come so hard that I was aching for another chance.
And…after talking with Mika, I might be feeling more open to letting Kieran in. I can’t be whoever he thinks I was, but if there’s a reason I actually did choose to marry him, I want to know what it was. If getting to have sex with him is a bonus to that, I won’t complain.
But that doesn’t solve my current problem.
Closing my eyes, I slip my hand into my sleep shorts, mildly annoyed that I don’t get the reward that I was promised in my dream. Kieran’s tongue is magic, and I’m desperate for it.
I replay the dream in my mind, swiping my fingers over my clit, but it only takes a few minutes for me to realize this isn’t going to work. It’s nowhere near as satisfying as it would be with him.
I forgot how often you need to come.
Always pushed me too far when you needed me to put you in your place.
The words from the other night come back to me, only making me want him more. I try to ignore it, thinking that I won’t be the one to initiate this. He teased me on the patio. He sat across from me at dinner and provoked me. He should be the one giving me relief.
Wait. No. That wasn’t the point I was trying to make.
But now it’s the only one I can think of. Because he should be fixing the very problem he caused.
Without even trying to talk myself out of it, I flip back the blankets and climb out of the bed. It’s late enough that I’m hoping I don’t run into anyone else in the house as I yank open the door. But I startle as soon as I step outside.
“Eden?”
I slam back into the door behind me before I take in the hazel eyes and bright smile that have become so familiar. “Ash,” I breathe.
She cocks her head as she takes me in. “Where are you storming off to so late?
I glance away, feeling less resolute in my decision. I hadn’t even thought about someone guarding my door. At least it’s not Till. “I couldn’t sleep.”
I can feel her eyes on me, and I make the mistake of looking over. Her grin is all too knowing. “Oh really?”
Normally, I like Ash. Till is too strict, and Gale is sweet but quiet. Ash knows how to have fun—and get into trouble. She’s even spent some afternoons with me and Mika.
That doesn’t mean I want to tell her this.
She leans in, dropping her voice. “He should be in his room. Need directions?”
I huff and roll my eyes. “No. I know where it is.”
“Should I stay here?”
I can’t even be annoyed when she looks so fucking amused. “Probably not,” I mutter before turning away, heading down the hall.
Behind me, Ash is laughing. Hard. I lift a hand and flip her off, just for her to laugh harder.
Crossing my arms across my chest—because I didn’t grab anything to cover up with—I try to go as undetected as possible the rest of the way to Kieran’s room.
Thankfully, I’ve only seen two more guards who immediately look the other way by the time I turn down the hall on the opposite side of the house.
When I reach Kieran’s room, though, I hesitate. Should I knock? Is he asleep?
But then I remember him pinning me against the wall and practically begging me to admit I wanted him to make me come, and I shove the door open. I don’t second guess the decision as I step into his room, even as Kieran jerks upright in bed.
My eyes roam over his chest, the light from the hall letting me see the defined muscles of his chest and the thin white scars that decorate his fair skin. He’s gorgeous.
“Eden?” His voice is rough with sleep, and I push the door shut behind me.
Crossing the room, my body starts to hum again, clearly ready for what Kieran can give me. And the way he drinks me in as he shifts, his eyes dragging slowly down my body, only adds to it.
“What are you doing?” His accent is just as thick as it was in my dream, and that shouldn’t be the turn on it is.
“You waited too long again.” In one fluid motion, I pull my shirt over my head.
If I had any reservations left, Kieran eviscerates them with a sexy as fuck groan. His gaze is hooded when it meets mine again. “You need an orgasm, wife?”
Biting my lip, I nod and kick off my shorts. He follows that movement, too, and my skin heats as his eyes devour me.
Shifting back to lie down, he places his hands behind his head. “You need my tongue or my cock?”
I know how good his mouth is, but just thinking about having him fill me makes my thighs clench. I want that so bad.
Instead of answering, I push the blankets out of my way, shocked to find him completely naked.
My eyes have adjusted to the dim light, letting me see how absolutely beautiful he is up close.
His body is powerful, lined with thick muscle that tells me he has no problem getting his own hands dirty, and I can’t help but think if this is my husband, I’m damn lucky.
Especially given the erection that’s already hard and stretched up his stomach.
I definitely chose right.
Swinging my leg over Kieran, I straddle his hips, noticing that the sheets beneath him are the same dark ones from my dream. Which isn’t something I’m going to dissect right now.
Kieran’s hands drop to grip my waist as I settle against him, a low rumble coming from him. “You are fucking soaked , Eden.”
I roll my hips, earning another tortured noise. “And you’re hard.”
The edge of his lips curl. “Your naked body tends to have that effect on me.” I move against him. “ Fuck , do that again.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I grind against him, jolts of pleasure zapping up my spine as I work over him harder and faster. But it’s not enough. I need more.
I lift up, reaching for his cock, when his hands tighten on me. I can’t move, and I look up to find Kieran’s green eyes focused on me.
“You never answered my question.” I love how deep his voice has gone, each word caressed by his sexy as fuck accent. “You want my cock? You’ll have to ask for it, wife .”
Normally, I’d want to fight him. But right now, I’m desperate. My thighs are shaking, and I just want Kieran to give me what I’m after. He’s got me pinned, under his control, and I don’t even want to push back.
Leaning forward, I meet his gaze and answer in a husky tone, “I’m begging for your cock, husband .”
I didn’t fully think through those words, but they snap whatever was holding Kieran back. Before I can blink, he’s pressing the head of his cock to my opening and pushing into me. My hands fall to his chest as I push back, sinking all the way down his thick erection as he stretches me.
“I fucking missed this, mo chuisle .” My ass lands against his hips, and my eyes nearly roll back. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be buried inside you.”
“Oh, fuck.” I slam back against him, rocking with his thrusts. “Yes, Kieran,” I hiss.
He chuckles, even as he drives into me harder. “I love hearing you say my name. Louder, this time.”
“Kieran!” I cry out as he picks up his speed, and it feels incredible. He’s so deep, pounding into me relentlessly, and it’s exactly what I came in here for.
“Just like that.” His jaw flexes, words coming out harsh. “Is this what you were begging for?”
“ Yes .” My head drops down, my hips barely keeping up with him. I’m so close that my body is trembling, but there’s something missing. “Kieran, I need?—”
Before I get the words out, my back slams into the mattress.
He pins both of my hands in one of his, his hips pressing mine into the mattress as he settles even deeper inside of me.
His other hand grips my throat, and heat rushes through my body.
Pure excitement pushes me closer to the edge as his fingers tighten, not quite cutting off my air yet.
“You forget how well I know your body, mo chuisle . I know exactly what you need, and I know how fucking well you’ll take it.” His hips slide back before snapping forward, and my back arches off the bed. “Now take a deep breath for me.”
I do as he says, and his hand clamps down. My eyes widen, panic flooding my chest as I realize I can’t breathe.
Kieran chuckles darkly, but I feel him adjust the hand holding my wrists. Two of his fingers slide against my palm. “Tap me, Eden.”
I do, and his hand immediately relaxes around my throat. I suck in a deep breath, noting how much more heightened my body feels. Maybe he fucking does know what I need.
“You need me to stop; that’s how you let me know.” He slides slowly out of me until I feel empty. “Now take a deep breath. I’m about to fucking ruin you, wife.”
I pull in a lungful of air, and his fingers squeeze my throat just as he drives into me. It is brutal and feels incredible. But this time, Kieran doesn’t pause. He keeps up the unrelenting pace, fucking me so deep that I can barely focus on the words he’s whispering in my ear.
“You are so fucking tight. So perfect.” Another thrust. His fingers tighten. “I can feel how bad you want to soak my cock.” A whimper tries to work its way up my throat. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you come so hard you black out.”
He keeps going until my lungs are burning, my body is on fire, and the edges of my vision are turning black. But I still don’t tap. I don’t want this glorious torture to end.
My orgasm is teetering on the edge, and my mouth opens as I try to gasp on instinct. Kieran chuckles, rolling his hips to graze my clit, and I’m fucking done for. But then he loosens his hand, oxygen flooding my lungs at the same time, and I scream.
I shake violently against his hold as his hips keep pumping and he leans down to bite my throat. Hard. I think I do black out momentarily because I blink, and he’s shifted back on his heels. Both hands grip my hips, half lifting me off the bed as he drives into me.
“Fucking incredible, mo chuisle ,” he grunts as his thrusts start to lose their rhythm. My orgasm has barely waned as he drags it out with his thrusts. “I love watching you come. Almost as much as I love seeing you filled with mine.”
He pushes deep into me with a long groan, holding me in place as his hips jerk. It gives me the perfect view to stare up at him. Wavy strands are slicked to his skin with sweat, and drops roll down his body. I want to lick them off of him.
Pulling out of me, Kieran collapses next to me. I turn my head to find his green gaze already on me, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.
“Give me a few minutes.” He reaches over to smooth his hand across my skin. “Then I want you on your stomach.”
“What?” I croak out.
A dazzling smile takes over his face. “Oh, wife. I’m nowhere near done with you.”