Page 61 of Straw and Gold
“No,” I urged, lifting his head in my hands. “A Goddess of the Veil cannot hurt the child of another.”
He frowned, his voice firm. “Morella, she has killed every woman I’ve loved after we shared a bed.”
“No, dammit,listen. The Goddesses—they have a bargain together. ‘None will harm one and none will harm any with the blood of the other.’ They made this pact to ensure their bloodlines would live on forever.” I smiled softly, brushing my thumb across his cheek. “She cannot hurt me, Killian. She cannot take me away from you.”
Pain shifted across his face. “What are you saying exactly?”
“I’m saying that you are free to love me as your wife.She cannot kill me, Killian.” I kissed his lips softly, reassuring, “She cannot.”
He swallowed hard. “She’ll find a way,” he whispered. “She’ll take you from me somehow.”
“Listen to me,” I ordered, my voice steady between us. “If she herself harmed me or orchestrated such a thing, she would perish. The pact the Goddesses made is strong. Their combined power fuels it. It’s part of why there are not many children of the Goddesses. They do not fear their children’s death, for their children are Goddessblessed by each of the thirteen.”
He closed his eyes and I felt the weight of the fear he carried roll off him as his shoulders slumped. His arms wrapped around my waist and I brought his head to my chest. “She cannot hurt me, Moh Geràdah. She cannot take me from you.”
“I’ve been so afraid,” he whispered. “I can’t just let that fear go. I…I don’t know how.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “It will take time. It will take trust. But we have everything we need right here. I love you. I want you. I’ll do what it takes to have all of you.Allof you, Killian. Give me your fears and I shall soothe them away.” I kissed the top of his head. “Give me your pain and I shall help you heal.” I lifted his chin, watching him break—all reservations gone in an instant and I smiled with relief in my heart. “Give me your nightmares and I shall weave you new dreams.”
“Morella,” he breathed, lifting himself to kiss me, pulling me out of the chair and into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him as he held me, carrying me to my bed and setting me on top of the sheets.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” he whispered as I lifted his shirt up over his head, feeling my way down his arms.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, taking more kisses from his mouth. “I want you in this bed.” I pulled my dress down myshoulders, shivering at the heat of those eyes on my bare skin. “If you’re ready to stay with me.” I shimmied out of my soiled gown, naked and baring my heart before him. “But if you’re not ready to?—”
“Lie back, Moh Dhóches.”
I obeyed immediately, melting in the grip of his hands wrapping around my thighs as he pushed my legs apart, staring at me.
“The only good dreams I’ve had since you arrived were of this.” He lowered himself onto the bed, smoothing his cheek across the skin of my thigh, kissing right where he had that first night we’d done this weeks ago.
He opened his mouth, and I moaned in the heat of his tongue tracing over me. “I’ve pleasured myself to this, Morella.” Another kiss, another long drag of his lips. “And yes, I’ve imagined your mouth replacing my hand.”
I watched him lick and suck his way across my clit and when he added his fingers, curving them up to that place he’d once found, I cried out, begging for all of it.
“There’s so much more to teach you,” he said, replacing his mouth with his thumb. “And you’re such a quick learner, Moh Dhóches.”
“Please,” I begged, “teach me more.”
He withdrew himself and I whimpered, replacing his hand with my own. Watching in growing hunger, he stepped out of his pants, curling his hand around his stiff cock. I slipped two fingers inside myself, finding that place as he taught me and moaning, letting my head fall back onto the pillow.
He knelt on the bed, taking my fingers and bringing them to my mouth. “Taste it, Morella. Taste how good and ready you are for me.” I closed my eyes, licking over my fingers and he groaned. “Good girl. You listen so well, Goldling.”
I reached out, pulling his hand away and stroking his hard length. “Please, Killian,” I begged, my other hand coaxing him closer, pulling him down on top of me.
His lips met mine as his hand roamed over my chest. He trailed down my neck, reaching the peak of my breast and pulled a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue in a circular motion, coaxing even more begging from my lips.
He readied his cock, leaving just the head at my entrance. Brushing my hair back from my face, he whispered, “What is my name, Morella?”
“I-I don’t know,” I breathed. My hips lifted, pushing more of him into me.
Air left his lungs quickly and he shook his head. “You do. You do know it. Intimately.”
“I can’t?—”
“You can,” he finished, kissing me hard and slipping in a little more.
“What is my name, Goldling?”
