Chapter 28
KIERAN
E den’s lips part, stealing the bite off my fork.
She hums softly as she leans back, and I stare down at my beautiful wife, trying to hold myself together long enough to get through dinner.
But in the green bikini she’s wearing, highlighting her toned figure and beautiful curves?
It’s really damn hard. Though I’ve caught her gaze raking over my shirtless torso enough times to know I’m not alone in that.
“I can sit on my own chair,” she teases, and my arm tightens around her waist. I know she doesn’t want to be anywhere else but in my lap, even if she protests.
“Why would you do that when you fit so perfectly here?”
Her curls tickle my cheek as she leans her head back on my shoulder. “Good point.”
I shift so I can reach my plate while asking, “How was training with Jude?”
In the last two weeks, Eden has been going to the training grounds in the morning with Jude.
She’s been relearning everyone’s names, the schedules, and participating in the sessions.
He’s also been helping her get back into her fitness routine, improving her stamina.
In the afternoons, Mika steals her away—which I complain about frequently but only because I know Eden enjoys riling me up.
It has given me time to tend to the responsibilities I’ve been ignoring.
For the most part, the city is running as it should.
Lochlan has even been working with Miles on the clinics, which has eased any restlessness among the citizens.
Coupled with the guards getting more rest and the lack of rebel activity, most of our problems have disappeared.
I still haven’t found that arsehole Parker and made him pay for what he did to Eden. But I’m willing to make his capture as slow and drawn out as his torture will be.
“I didn’t have to ask him anyone’s name today. And I taught Milo how to break out of a hold that’s been his weakness.” She doesn’t even hide the pride in her voice. “It was a good day.”
Every day seems to be a good day, now. Eden has settled back into her life, and the confidence it has given her shows. She’s happy here again—with me.
It doesn’t matter if she doesn't remember everything anymore. She shares my bed, calls me her husband, and begs me to fuck her. My life is exactly as it should be.
Her hand slides up my neck, scratching along the short scruff there. “Larkin came by, too.”
I brush my lips over her temple. “Did you challenge him?” Eden has a personal mission of getting every single person on the mat.
“I did.” Her tone is softer than I expected. “He mentioned seeing us at the cages a few weeks ago. He said it was just like old times.”
I hum in agreement, curious where her mind is. Her fingers keep moving along my skin, and I know Eden well enough to understand she’s thinking through this question. I can see it on the tip of her tongue.
She twists in my hold to look at me, decision made. “I don’t like that there are moments that I have to pretend to remember.”
I brush back a piece of her hair, ignoring the pain that aches through my chest. There’s nothing I can offer her. No one knows what happened to her, and I can’t give her the memories back. Even if I wish I could.
“I want you to tell me everything.”
My brows pinch together at that. “What?”
“I don’t care that I forgot my life before you. I had no family, no friends. It wasn’t worth remembering.” She shifts so she is straddling me. “But everything that happened between us? I want to know.”
Even though I usually hate talking, this request brings a smile to my face.
I twirl a curl around my finger. “From the beginning?”
She nods. “All of it.”
And like I always swore I would, I give Eden what she asks for—everything. It feels right that we are sitting on the heated patio beneath the stars as I tell her.
Staring deep into her amber eyes, I watch every emotion play out as I tell her how we met, how slowly I won her over, how I made her mine.
I’m lost in how she absorbs every detail, laughing or rolling her eyes at me.
And with every memory I share, it feels like the last of the connection we were missing clicks into place.
She might not vividly remember everything, but it’s there now, every detail that makes us us.
I’ve just finished recounting how we basically tormented Rohan for his birthday two months after we got married when my voice starts to drift off. I don’t know how I’ll keep going as my mind jumps to the next major event.
“He put salt in Lochlan’s sweets for a week after.” I drop my gaze, swallowing hard. “But he got over it. Rohan always does.”
She giggles sweetly, and I love the sound. Even though this night has been oddly vulnerable, it’s been worth it. Eden is worth everything.
“And…well, you know the rest.” The light mood seems to fade with those words. With one reminder. We’ve been trying to move past it, but it’s not that simple when it changed our entire relationship.
“Kieran,” she whispers. One hand slides up my chest until she reaches my jaw, tilting my face up. I’m forced to meet her gaze, which is filled with so much emotion that it feels like the last four months didn’t happen. “Thank you.”
I shake my head. “You deserved to know it all.”
But Eden knows me too damn well. I don’t have to admit how hard it was to relive each part of us when I thought that I might never get it back. She knows. Just like she knows that when I'm feeling this unbearably vulnerable, I don’t need her words to soothe that pain.
Which is why I’m relieved when she doesn’t argue with me. Instead, she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss that relaxes my entire body.
My hands slide around to her arse, gripping the skin that her tiny suit barely covers. Not that I have a problem with it when she grinds over me, rocking against my quickly hardening cock. This is the connection I need after that long talk, to feel her against me and remember that she’s mine again.
I break the kiss, dropping my mouth down her neck as Eden reaches up to undo the ties of her top. The scraps of fabric fall away, and her hands are in my hair, tugging at my scalp. She’s trying to take control, and I growl against her skin, teeth scraping along her neck.
She whimpers when I pull back, pulling her hands off of me. Her heavy-lidded gaze meets mine as I pin her hands behind her back, holding her wrists in one of mine and forcing her back to bow a little. It pushes her tits forward, and she looks so damn good.
“Why do you think you are in control, wife?” Her hips roll, and I chuckle. “I’ll take my time with your body, and you will wait patiently. Or I won’t let you sink down on my cock at all tonight.”
“Kieran.” Her tone is pleading, and it makes my dick jump. “ Please .”
A laugh rumbles through my chest. “Don’t pretend you don’t like being at my mercy, Eden.
I bet you are dripping just from the promise of getting fucked.
” Bringing my free hand to the ties on her bottoms, I pull either side.
Like the needy little thing she is, she lifts her hips out of the way without being asked. “Let’s see.”
I brush my thumb over her clit, and Eden jolts at the movement. Her head falls back, curls cascading down her back as she cries out.
“So good.” I press against her, slowly dragging down. “Do you still want the control, mo chuisle ?”
“No,” she pants. “I want you to use me. I want you to remind me that I belong to you.”
Her words are tempting, but I don’t think she’s desperate enough yet. I’d rather wait until tears of frustration are streaking down her cheeks and her body is shaking as she begs for release.
My thumb still in place but not moving, I lean forward and kiss across her collarbone. Eden tries to writhe against me, but I lift my hand away when she does. She huffs, stilling when she doesn’t get her way, and I apply pressure again. Just not in the way she wants.
Dragging my teeth over her smooth skin, I move down to her breasts. Her chest is already heaving with labored breaths, and I sink my teeth into the soft flesh. A beautiful groan rips free of her, and I bite down harder.
Eden starts to squirm, and I know I’m driving her mad. Which was my intention.
That’s why I move a little lower and bite again.
And again. Before sucking her tight nipple into my mouth and flicking my tongue over the peak.
No amount of pleading speeds up the process, and a sweat has broken out on her skin by the time I pull away, admiring her red skin littered with teeth marks.
“Kieran, please.” Her bottom lip is swollen from biting on it. “Let me ride your cock. I want my husband’s cock so bad.”
She knows the right words to make me want to give in.
But she’s too coherent, and I’m not on the edge of utterly breaking yet.
So, I move to her other breast, grinning when she screams in frustration.
The sound quickly morphs with the first bite, agitation and need lacing every little noise as I move down to her nipple.
This time, when I pull away, she’s been grinding against me endlessly, sweat is trickling down her torso, and I see the prick of tears at the corner of her eyes. She’s desperate, and who am I to deny my wife?
That first tear rolls down her cheek when I smack her arse. “Lift up for me.”
Her back bows as she does, and I shove my waistband down. I work the trunks down my legs and kick them off before guiding Eden over my thick erection.
“Oh, fuck.” My head falls back as she drips all over me. She’s so wet, and it’s bringing me to the edge of my sanity.
“I want you inside of me,” she begs, and I lift my head to watch her rock her hips over me furiously. “Please. Fill me. Fuck me hard.” Those hazel eyes are pleading. “I’m begging you, Kieran.”
I grip my cock, rubbing it against her clit and watching her jolt. “Begging me, wife? All because you’re so desperate for your husband to ruin that pretty pussy?”
“Yes, please .” She shifts up until my head is teasing her entrance. I don’t let her slide down yet, and she trembles in my hold. “Use me. Ruin me. I want it all, Kieran.”
Giving her a nod, Eden sinks down with a sigh of pure relief, and I clench my jaw as she stretches around me. She feels so fucking good that I can’t hold back, thrusting up so that I’m buried deep inside her faster.
“ Oh, fuck !”
I love the cry coming from her lips, and I adjust my hold on her arms, keeping her pinned in place as I pull back and thrust in again. “Is that what you wanted, mo chuisle ? You wanted me to fuck you so hard you couldn’t breathe?”
She nods frantically, her breaths coming in sharp and fast. “Harder.”
She’s too perfect for me.
I don’t hold back. I slam up into her over and over, tugging her even further back. It lets me slide in deeper, and Eden is completely at my mercy as I pound into her tight cunt.
“You take me so fucking well.” Her whole body is flushed, and I know from the way she’s shaking that she’s close. “Keep squeezing me. So fucking good.”
She moans in response, and I pinch her nipple, twisting as I bottom out. Her hips roll against me, and I keep my thrusts shallow and hard, letting her grind her clit against me as she comes hard and loud.
“That’s it.” I flick her nipple, and her walls pulse. “Make sure everyone hears how well you’re taking your husband’s cock.”
That makes her pussy clench. I’d never let anyone see Eden like this, but the idea of getting caught turns her on so much that I love to remind her how often she lets me fuck her out in the open.
Once she starts to come down, I let go of her wrists, supporting her body with an arm around her waist. She pulls in deep breaths, and I stand, keeping her impaled on my cock. Knocking the plates out of the way, I lay her out on the table, her legs automatically locking around my waist.
I lean forward, palms on either side of her head, and slowly slide out of her.
She whimpers as I drag along the sensitive walls.
“Look at me, Eden.” Her eyes flutter open, clouded with lust. Shifting my weight to one hand, I bring the other to the base of her throat.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fucking ruin you.”
I slam forward, and her back bows, a cry spilling from her lips. But she does as she’s told and keeps her hazel eyes on me.
My fingers tighten around her throat, and I drive into her harder.
I lose myself in how incredible her body feels, in the way she yields to me.
I know that Eden never lets her guard down with anyone else, so for her to let me fuck her like this has always been so much deeper than just pleasure. Though that is a major focus, too.
The reciprocation isn’t lost on me after I was so vulnerable with her.
My rhythm starts to falter as my orgasm builds. I increase the pressure on Eden’s throat until she can’t breathe at all, but she doesn’t fight it. She grips the table’s edge above her head, rolling her hips up into mine to take each thrust deeper.
“I have never felt anything as good as you,” I grunt.
She’s so close again, and I lean down, biting her throat hard. Her lips part on a silent scream, and I relax my grip marginally, giving her a little oxygen. Her orgasm sweeps through her body, and I let go of her throat, sending her even higher.
A few shallow thrusts send me over the edge with her, my teeth nearly breaking skin as I come hard. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging until it burns, and the pain pushes us both higher.
When I can finally move again, I ease back, pressing a kiss to the bite mark. Then to her jaw and temple. Her fingers tug at my scalp, pulling me over to her mouth, and I kiss her slowly, letting her body come back down.
Easing back, I push her curls from her face, sweat slicking them to her skin. “You are so perfect, mo chuisle .”
Exhausted, Eden softly smiles up at me, and just looking at her right now rocks me to my core. My beautiful wife. Skin flushed. Eyes bright. Body marked and mine .
There’s never been a better sight than her like this, naked and sated, laid out bare beneath me. But as her hand moves down my neck, there is one thing missing. I want to see my ring back on her finger.
I don’t bring it up yet. Tonight has already been raw enough.
But when I do ask, I hope it goes as well as it did the first time.