“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.
“Does that mean I should look forward to a future without my husband having the incessant need to spank me?” I taunt, feeling relaxed and filled with utter contentment.
“Hmm. I wouldn’t say that, acushla. I think you’d quite enjoy a little light spanking from time to time. If I recall, you ruined a perfectly good pair of pants cumming on my lap with my hand slapping your ass,” he jokes, giving my ass cheek another love tap. “Give me five minutes and I’ll show you just how much you enjoy it.”
My heart flips over of its own accord, my pussy clenching its approval.
“I’ll take your word for it.” I giggle, placing a gentle kiss on his chest.
He chuckles under his breath, running his hand up and down my spine.
But it’s in this tranquil moment, that my two other loves come into the forefront of my mind.
“Tiernan?” I whisper, running circles with the tip of my finger over his chest.
“Yes, love?”
“What happens now? I mean, how will this work with Shay and Colin?”
“It doesn’t. Their services will no longer be needed, obviously.” He shrugs.
“What do you mean?” I ask, baffled, perching my chin on his chest so I can look at him.
He runs the pad of his finger along the seam of my bottom lip, his gaze fixed on the movement.
“It means that I’m your husband and you’re my wife. I shouldn’t have gotten them involved in the first place. I take full responsibility in regards to my actions, but now I want us to start fresh. Start building the family you always envisioned.”
“But they are my family.”
“Acushla—”
“No, Tiernan. They are my family. I refuse to build anything with you without them.”
“You don’t mean that,” he retorts, his forehead wrinkled.
“But I do. Tiernan, I love you with all my heart. I promise you that I do. But I love them just as much.”
“Stop, Rosa. If you still feel the need to hurt me after all I have done to you, then do it. I deserve it for what I’ve put you through. I’ll take every jab and punch that you want. But don’t lie and tell me you love someone else that isn’t me. That’s too cruel. Even for me.”
I lift off the bed and kneel beside him, staring him in the eye.