Page 38 of Throne of Dreams
“No.” She gripped his arms, pleading with him not to leave. “No, please.”
Worry clouded his eyes, and she’d never seen them such a deep shade of twilight. Like dusk.
Then he was kissing her again. These weren’t the hungry, desperate kisses of before. These were different. They were intimate and soft, like gentle explorations. His mouth trailed down her neck, a path of heat, and when he lightly blew on her skin, goosebumps coated her flesh. He sucked her nipple into his mouth again, swirling and nibbling until she was once more squirming beneath him and desperate for more. Warmth pooled low in her belly, but he held firm, not entering her any more than he already had. It didn’t matter if her hips rose on their own, angling to urge him deeper inside—he remained completely still and under control. His thumb gently circled the bud of her nipple, and he planted kisses in between the valley of her breasts. For what felt like hours, but was only mere seconds, he continued to worship her with his mouth until she was soaked, and aching, and longing for him.
Only then did he gradually nudge himself deeper inside of her. Inch by excruciatingly slow inch. He stretched her wide and she loved it. Relished in it. She anchored her legs around his back to encourage him until he was fully seated inside of her.
Her name escaped him on a groan, and she tried not to sigh.
He shifted. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She tried to be firm but was breathless.
“I’ll start slow but I cannot…” Tiernan’s eyes squeezed shut and when they flew open again, they found hers. “I cannot guarantee it will end that way.”
She nodded, ready. “Okay.”
True to his word, he pulled out with painstakingly languid movements, then entered her again. He repeated the process, over and over, until gradually he was pumping in and out of her with ease. Their bodies, both slick with sweat, slid against one another, rubbing and causing Maeve to quake with desire. The sensation of the gold studs piercing the length of his cock both teased and tormented her, so each breath became a gasp. And each whimper became a moan. All the while as he moved inside her, as he continued to push her to the brink, he whispered to her in Old Laic.
“I’ll worship you till the stars fall from the sky,
Your soul, it answers my call.
The moon, may it shatter
The sun, never rise
Because for you, I will destroy it all.”
Not just words, she realized. But a song. A melody. For her.
“Say it again,” she whispered as he sank into her once more.
Tiernan hesitated for only a moment before pulling out and gliding into her again. “You understood me?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Say it again, Tiernan. Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he crooned.
Then he repeated those words in a rich and decadent brogue that wrapped around her skin like layers of silk. He was moving faster now, pumping into her with more force, each time hitting the sweetest of spots that left her teetering on the edge of oblivion. She threw her arms around his neck, let her hands lazily glide over his shoulders and broad chest. Gods, he was beautiful. A sculpted work of art. Chiseled by the hands of a god. He was solid, and gorgeous, and wondrous and—
“You should stop doing that,” he muttered above her.
She tightened around him on the next thrust and he groaned. A smile slipped over her lips. “Doing what?”
“Flattering me.” His jaw clenched like he was about to break. “Your thoughts are enough to make me erupt inside you right now.”
She dug her nails into his shoulder blades. “Then do so, my lord. And take me with you.”
“Fuck,”he growled.
Tiernan sucked her mouth. Bit her lips. Her body spasmed, his muscles tensed. Again and again, he drove himself deeper inside her. Stars and shadows surrounded them. Fire and violet streaks of lights shattered above them. A shuddering burst of stardust and magic rained down upon them as the orgasm tore through her and he emptied himself inside her.
ChapterTwelve
Tiernan couldn’t breathe.
He didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to disturb whatever happened between Maeve and him. As soon as he climaxed, he saw the Strand form above them. He watched as the colors blended together, as the shape of an Autumn leaf emblazoned by the Summer sun branded her skin. It appeared right above her heart, covering the tattoo he’d painted there, searing their bond. Marking her as hissirra.
