Page 23 of Iron Crown

“Then I can’t tell you of my counsel.” His voice was raspy, almost mournful. I tried to create space between us so that I could look down at him and see his expression, but he kept himself close to my chest, his lips grazing my skin. “We each have secrets, then.”

He kissed over my heart, one hand massaging my naked breast, palming it, until he pinched my pebbled nipple.

“Eoghan,” I whined, as heat pooled down to my core, my head light, my mouth dry.

I wanted more of this. Ineededmore of this forever.

“Don’t punish me for things I can’t say!” I whimpered as he grabbed the backs of my thighs and sat me on the porcelain counter.

“I punish you for nothing,” he whispered, his face coming up, until he was buried in my throat again. “It is what it is.”

“Tell me who you were meeting,” I begged. I don’t know why I was fixated on this. Maybe because it was forbidden? Was I that childish?

“No.” He bit at my earlobe, and my legs spread, my arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in closer to me.

“Eoghan, please…” Was I begging for his secret, or was I begging for him to make love to me?

“Let me live in this for just a moment longer,” he rasped, his breath on my ear. “Let me live in the madness of this delusion for just a few more moments, I beg you, Kira. Let me believe that this could all end happily.”

The sad yearning in his voice made me pause. I tried to push his shoulders away, because I needed to see his face. But almost as if he knew, he stayed close, keeping his handsome features out of my line of sight.

“Let us live in this bliss for a few more moments, Love,” he whispered, and my walls crumbled just a little more.

I felt him nudge the tip of his cock against my entrance. I hadn’t even known when he’d unzipped his trousers, but that wasn’tunusual. Why would I care about that when I could get lost in the sound of his voice and his words?

“Allow me a few more sweet memories to keep me company in this wretched place.” Moisture trickled down my shoulder, down my back.

I didn’t know if it was my wet hair, or from him. Was he crying? Certainly not. Not Eoghan fucking Green.

But his words buried themselves in my head. It sounded like a goodbye…

“Let me be greedy, and let me be selfish, for a moment longer, please.” His cock safely nudged into my entrance, his arms wrapped around me, as he held me close. In one, slow, agonizing thrust, he connected us, until our hips pressed together, our bodies completely molding into one as he filled me with his thick length.

I moaned, holding onto him tightly, our cheeks pressed together. I felt the wetness again on his cheek, and knew for certain that there were tears in his eyes. Or… or maybe they were mine. I felt a tear fall down my other cheek, following the path of my jaw down my throat.

But these were not the usual tears of lovemaking, when pleasure made me scream with every feeling my body could not contain. Even his lovemaking, the slow, sweet thrusts, the way his hands and arms kept me close to his body, had the feel of a mournful farewell. He savored it like it were our last.

“Eoghan,” I whispered, “We will not die in this war.”

I said it because there was no other explanation for his pain. Did he think that we would part from this life? No. I would not allow it.

He slowly pulled out until nothing but the tip of his cock remained, then went back in with the slow, methodical, languid movements that made me fucking crazy. I wanted his hard, hungry pounding! I wanted his demands that I be his, and that I make him mine. I wanted so much to go back in time, but I couldn't.

“What does it matter if I die now, or later?” he said cryptically with a gentle chuckle as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “The end will be the same.”

What the fuck did that mean?

I opened my mouth to question him, but as if he was through with it, he began to piston inside me. Our bodies slammed together, and it took me no time to crest the wave of pleasure into a long, drawn-out orgasm as his body tensed around me, never giving me an inch of space.

No matter how hard he fucked me, he did not want us to separate, and I was more than happy to hold onto him for dear life.

When his thrusts became jagged, and I heard his moans of ecstasy, I knew he would join me on my high. The sweet, luscious high of being loved by the one you love the most. My thighs trembled when he sank deep inside me. His seed filled me until I felt the gentle satisfaction of being completely his.

I collapsed into his chest, my breaths uneven, as my entire body spasmed in the afterglow.

I felt moisture on his neck and shoulder, and pulled my head away again. Blood.

Four lines scored his skin where I had held him. I’d scratched him. And they weredeep.

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