Page 68 of Iron Crown

Vow of Eternity

Eoghan

Did I try to resist the goddess in my bed? Yes. I was afraid that one taste of her would unleash the hungry, feral beast inside me. After the blood I had spilt today, and all the blood I would spill tomorrow, I was afraid of myself. I was afraid that my desperate frenzy would push her further from my grasp.

I truly wanted to be the man who could hold himself back from defiling the one good thing in my life. The woman who had given me a child, and a sense of home. The woman who wore my mother’s ring.

She was the last bit of sanity that existed in my world.

But when she asked me to make love to her, any bit of restraint withered into ash.

“I am your servant, madam,” I whispered, taking her mouth, wrapping my arms around her body until I sat up.

She slid onto my lap, straddling me. Her perfect, round ass pressed against my hard cock. I felt the satisfaction of her sigh against my mouth.

I had broken the dam. I was starving for her. My restraint was broken like the shattered glass in Morelli’s cell.

More, more, always more!I was starving for her. I was a glutton for Kira Green.

Her naked breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples pebbling with her arousal. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers twining through my hair, until her nails dug into my scalp. I winced and adored the pain.

Nothing from my Muse could be bad. Nothing that she did to me, even if it caused me pain, could be a fault.

“More,” she moaned when our lips parted, just for a moment, so we could catch our breath.

“Your wish is my command,” I whispered against her lips, wondering if she remembered our first night as man and wife. “I am at your complete mercy.”

Did she replay our first time making love the way I did? Did she remember every taste and sound, every touch and whispered adoration the way I did?

I had replayed so many of our evenings in the last three years. I could recreate every word, every image, everything. I had lived for those memories. I would die by them.

“I will be your sovereign, your jester, your knight, if you wish me to be,” I vowed. The conviction with which I had said it before was gone, and now all that was left was the tragic truth.

If she wished me to be any of those things, or nothing, then that is what I would be.

“You’ll do anything for me?” she asked, and I didn’t know if she said it because she was sharing the memory, or if she asked it out of hand.

“Yes, Kira. Anything.” I felt the pain of my loneliness like a garrote around my throat. It tightened and tightened, threatening to cut off my air, my blood, my life.

“Then fuck me, Eoghan Green. Make me feel married.”

I could have wept at her words, knowing that for once, I was not deluded into thinking I was alone.

She rememberedwithme, and I wanted to scream in joy.

Not wanting to make a fool of myself, I buried my head into her throat, taking the skin of her shoulder between my teeth. With firm hands on her hips, I lowered her down onto my aching cock. I thrust myself deep inside her heat until we both groaned in perfect ecstasy.

I am a selfish bastard.

“I love you, Eoghan,” she said. She always said such sweet things in the throes of love making, and I bathed in it like sunshine. “I need you so much, it hurts!”

Her body curved into mine. She closed any space that existed between us.

My body responded in kind, needing her just as much, if not more. My body did not care what my mind had decided. It acted on its own accord, taking more and more, as my hands lifted her high, until she floated with just the tip of my cock pressed in her warm, wet heat. Then I slammed us both together again, the violent pleasure as desperate as my love for her.

She screamed as her climax loomed close. I slammed us together again, and her cunt spasmed around me, choking my cock until I saw stars.

I noted every single detail of her: the way her neck arched as her head fell back, the way her nails dug into my skin, drawing the blood that rightfully belonged to her. I watched the heave of her breast, the parting of her lips, the feel of her sweat as the passion of our movements heated her skin. Her thighs clenched around me, holding me inside her as I resisted the urge to join her in pleasure.

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