I let his loving words wash over me, unable to hide the joy they give me.
“All I ever wanted was love, Tiernan. True and unconditional love. Give me that, and I’m yours. Forever.”
“Fuck,” he grunts before grabbing the nape of my neck and crashing his lips on mine.
His kiss is possessive, stealing the air from my lungs and claiming it as his own. He pushes me down onto the mattress and covers my body with his. I sigh into his mouth, loving the way his tongue wrestles with mine, dominating it completely. I don’t even put up a fight, needing him to own every little part of me. When he pulls away, I almost cry in desperation, needing his lips on me at all times.
“Tiernan,” I beg, my nails digging into his broad shoulders to keep him still.
“Shh, acushla. Let me love you. Just let me love you.”
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.