I nod, aching for him to do what he promised.
Tiernan smiles at me, making my heart squeeze inside my chest at how beautiful he is. He crawls down my body, pulls my pajama top over my head, and then relieves me of my pants and panties. On his knees he looks down at me, naked and wanting. He runs his hand down my neck to the inside of my breasts, never stopping until he reaches my core. I moan when his hand brushes up against my bundle of nerves.
“I’ve barely touched you, and already you’re soaked,” he croaks, caressing my pussy until it’s aching for him. “So fucking responsive. So fucking needy.”
“For you, husband,” I wail on a loud moan, arching my back as he slides two digits inside me. He pulls them out and sucks on them, grunting as he licks his fingers clean.
“So goddamn sweet, it should be illegal,” he growls, making my back lift off the bed again when he plunges his fingers into me with brute force.
“Oh my God!” I cry as he fucks me with his digits, grabbing one of my breasts with his free hand and giving it a hard squeeze.
“Cry for me, acushla. Say my name as loud as you can. I want to hear you scream it as you cum riding my hand.”
I white-knuckle the bedsheets as he pounds into my pussy without mercy or restraint, watching my body cave into his ruthless touch. The sound of my juices and smell of my desire invades all my senses, and before I know it, I’m giving him exactly what he wants, coming undone on his expert fingers.
“TIERNAN!” I wail as I shatter underneath him, the orgasm making every limb spasm.
I’ve barely gotten my wits about me when he crouches down in between my thighs and licks my slit clean of my release. His tongue is just as merciless as his fingers, his teeth grazing my clit until I’m shouting in both pain and pleasure. My hands grip his hair, my nails digging into his scalp to keep me from losing my mind and falling off the edge of the earth like he’s intent on causing.
“I want it all, acushla. Every last drop. And you’re going to give it to me,” he warns, licking and biting my drenched core until his chin and mouth are covered in my want for him.
It’s all too much.
His kiss.
His words.
His hands on my naked flesh.
When another shudder runs down my spine, my pussy clenching at the hollowness I’m desperate for him to fill, my vision begins to blur, white spots of light making it impossible to see. Hot tears start falling down my cheeks as I’m hit with a tidal wave of pleasure, wreaking havoc on my body. I combust yet again, fearing that I’ll be forever ruined if he ever decides to take this away from me.
As if sensing my pain, he slinks up my body, pressing his chest against mine while cupping my face in his palms.
“Did I hurt you, love?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.
I shake my head.
“Are you afraid?”
“Yes,” I admit, hating that my tears are still falling.
“I am, too, acushla.”
“You are?”
“Petrified,” he chuckles half-heartedly. “But this is real. It’s real, wife. Let me prove it to you.”
I nod, biting my lower lip as his thumb cleans my tears away. He pulls his sweatpants down his legs and settles in between my thighs. I instantly wrap my legs around his waist, trapping him to me. He lets out another small chuckle, amused by my knee-jerk reaction.
“Do you want it slow, or do you want me to rip off the band-aid in one go?” he asks the same question he did on the night he took my virginity.
“Rip it off,” I answer, similar to my reply from that night.
When his crown meets my center, I hold on to his shoulders for support, my gaze fixed on his. My jaw slackens, and my eyelids shut when he thrusts inside me in one go.
“Jesus, fuck!” he growls. “This pussy will be the death of me.”
I don’t ask him to explain, mostly because I couldn’t even string one sentence together right now if I tried. Not when he’s filling up all the empty spaces in my soul. He continues to pound into me, his cock deliciously hitting every wall inside me, while his lips take mine hostage once again. Our love-making isn’t sweet or tender, but neither is our love. It’s messy and complicated, with too many battle wounds to count. But with each thrust and passionate kiss, we start to heal. Every whispered moan, every soft sigh, glues the broken pieces of our hearts and binds them together until we are just one beating organ, unified in our love.
“Acushla,” he moans, his gaze half-mast and hungry to give in and surrender to this feeling bubbling up inside us.
“Let go, Tiernan. Be mine as I am yours.”
His gaze softens for a split second, and then he bites into my bottom lip, his teeth piercing my tender flesh.
“Argh!” I scream when his cock finds that delicious pressure point inside me.
My soul is momentarily ripped out of my body and spread across the room, illuminating it with vivid color and casting out the shadows once and for all. Tiernan pounds even more furiously into me, making me ride this celestial wave until he comes undone and fills me with his essence. Breathing hard, he falls onto my chest, holding me close as his cum begins to streak down my thighs.
I pull the strands of his hair so he has no choice but to lift his gaze to mine.
“I love you, husband.”
“Not as much as I love you, wife. Not nearly as fucking much.” He smiles before he leans in to kiss me.
Once he’s had his fill, he falls to his back beside me and pulls me close so that I can’t stray far. His possessiveness is almost as endearing as the look of utter joy that is softening his hard features right now.
“You’re happy,” I muse, nestling my head on top of his chest.
“I am.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you happy. It looks good on you. You look softer somehow.”
“Aye. The love of a good woman can do that to a man. Didn’t you know, wife?” he teases, giving my ass a little slap.