Page 62 of Straw and Gold
“I don’t know, Killian, please!” I wriggled beneath him, his cock only barely inside me, but I needed all of him. I needed to feel all of my husband, filling me completely.
“You do,” he added, slipping further inside. “You do, Moh Dhóches.”
A little further and he sucked air between his teeth.
“Moh Geràdah.”
My love.
I shrieked as he slipped in further, breathing hard, going slow, helping me stretch over him.
“Moh Bheren.”
My wife.
I gasped as he withdrew, sliding back in instantly. “Lorgair mi d’ arin, debheren.”
I will find your name, husband.
“Agus bid mi a’ fuck mar a brehb tu.”
And I will scream it as you fuck me.
A laugh, deep and low, came between us. He rose onto his knees, digging his hands into my hips and holding me steady. He began to thrust, slow at first, letting my body adjust until his cock hit that place inside of me and I cried out.
“There,” he cooed. “Look at you, taking me so perfectly. I knew you would.”
His body picked up speed and I struggled to stay with him, losing myself into mindless pleasure as he fucked me faster and faster, each thrust sending me further into moans and cries of pleading for more.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Open up all the way for me, wife.”
I did as he instructed, widening my hips, gripping his forearms. “Like this?” I breathed in reply.
“Perfect,” his face tightened as I felt myself letting go, squeezing his cock as my release began to ripple through my body.
He moaned, and bent forward, hovering over me, taking my mouth with his. “So fucking perfect,” he breathed before pressing his tongue to mine as the rest of my body shuddered, holding him as close as I could.
“Morella,” he gasped, pumping hard, extending my own release into something sharper, bringing me to clarity. “Morella,” he called again, slowing, breathing heavily, both of us completely spent.
I wrapped my arms around his back, keeping him with me, kissing him deeply.
As our lips parted, he stared into my eyes. I saw the turmoil there. I saw the love.
“No,” I reassured. “This wasn’t a mistake. You did nothing wrong. I will be right here with you in the morning and the morning after that. I am safe. You will not lose me.”
He brushed his hand across my cheek. “I love you.”
I nodded, sliding my hand over his, grinning like a fool. “I feel it, husband. I love you, too.”
CHAPTER 30
Killian
Morella slept through the night.
Her breathing came deep and peaceful, even after all she’d been through.
I knew because I was there for all of it—awake and waiting.
