Page 110 of Bound By Darkness

My orgasm builds fast, spiraling tight, my body already too far gone from his teasing earlier.I feel the tension in Eamon’s body, the way he’s forcing himself to stay in control.

But I don’t want him to keep control.I want to see him fall apart.I want him to break with me.

“Don’t hold back,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his ear.“Give me everything, Eamon.”

His body tenses, and then he snaps.His grip tightens on my hips, his pace turning erratic, wild, ruthless.I cry out as pleasure crashes through me, my walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper as I shatter beneath him.

He groans my name as he chases his own release, spilling inside me and filling me completely.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing.Then, slowly, he leans back, his fingers tracing along my jaw.

“No more secrets,” he murmurs, his voice rough.“No more going behind my back.”

I force my expression to stay soft.“I promise.”

Even though I know there’s more I’m not telling him.

Cian.

The name tastes like ash on my tongue.It festers in the back of my mind, a rot I can’t cut out.

I press my lips harder against Eamon’s, burying the lie between us like a blade hidden beneath silk.

Because some truths are too dangerous to speak aloud.

Some betrayals must be buried deep enough to rot before they’re unearthed.

And this one—this one swings lower with every beat of my heart until all that's left between us is ruin.

Aoife

The phone ringsand I brace myself.

Bridget’s voice comes through, unsteady, raw."Aoife, please tell me you’ve found something."

I close my eyes for a second, gripping the edge of the counter."We’re doing everything we can."

She exhales shakily."No one knows anything.No one’s seen him.He can’t have disappeared.Ronan’s losing his mind, and I?—"

"Eamon has his men looking for him, too."The lie slips from my lips effortlessly, even as guilt gnaws at my insides."We’ll find him, Bridget."

"Eamon?"she snaps, skepticism thick in her voice."They’re at war, Aoife.Why would he lift a damn finger to help?"

My pulse kicks up."Because I asked him to," I say smoothly."He knows how much this matters to me."

Bridget makes a sound of frustration."And you believe him?"

“I know you don’t trust him, but I do.And I swear to you, he’s doing everything he can."

“I don’t know what to think anymore."A long pause lingers between us, thick and suffocating.Then, her voice drops, quieter, almost broken."It’s been weeks with no news.I need him back," she whispers."I need to know I’m not going to be alone in this."

"You’re not alone," I promise.

“You don’t understand, Aoife.I’m pregnant.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut.My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

"I haven’t told him yet," she continues in a whisper."I was waiting for the right time.And then he disappeared.What if he never comes back?What if?—"

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