Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 93463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
We’re both clean now. Naked. Exposed. Vulnerable.
I take a moment to hold her, then lay her down on my bed like she’s the most precious thing in the world. “Hands above your head,” I say.
“Keep them there until I tell you to move. Aye?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine like she trusts me with everything she is. She’s still damp, water droplets clinging to the tips of her lashes like dew on petals. I dry her again, careful, gentle.
I kiss each droplet, one by one. I watch her lashes flutter closed under my touch. She looks like she’s dreaming, and I want her to feel exactly that. Like this is the best dream, the kind you beg not to wake up from.
I’ll protect her with everything I have, even when things get brutal. Even when the world outside these walls comes crashing in and tries to take her from me. I’ll keep her safe.
“Part your legs, wife,” I growl into her ear. That one word, wife, grounds me. Feeds something primal inside me.
“I want to taste you. I’ve been fucking dying to taste you. But hear me now, if you come before I give you permission, I will take you over my knee and punish you.”
She lets out a shaky breath. Her hands stay put, but she arches just slightly. Just enough to test me.
“If your hands move, I’ll edge you until you're screaming for release. Understand me?”
Her reply is a whisper, teasing, defiant. “Tell me how you’re going to punish me.”
I slam my palm against her arse, hard enough to make her gasp, but soft enough to make her wet. “Hush now, love, or I’ll have to gag that pretty mouth of yours.”
Her eyes go wide, but a sly little smile tugs at her lips. She’s my sassy little girl. Always pushing. Always testing. I click my tongue and shake my head because she knows what she’s doing to me.
She wants this.
I reach across, grab the pillow and rip the pillowcase off, twisting it into a makeshift gag. I tie it around her head. “Bite that if you need to scream,” I murmur, brushing my mouth over her cheek, then down to her throat. “Permission granted,” I whisper.
Her eyes widen, and I swear she moans.
Then I take my time. I kiss down her body, tasting every inch. From the soft curve of her shoulder to the swell of her breasts, to the sweet dip beneath. Her skin is silk beneath my tongue. I press kisses down her stomach, trace the indent of her belly button with my tongue, slide lower, until I’m between her thighs again.
I spread her open and breathe her in like she’s the only air I want in my lungs.
She smells like sin and salvation, like sex and innocence, both wrapped in one perfect fucking contradiction. I groan when I slide my tongue between her folds, slow and deep, and taste her. Fuck. She’s everything.
I tease her, circle her clit with my tongue, then suck gently. Her hips jerk up, but she can’t make a sound with the gag in place. She’s squirming, trembling.
I brace her with my hands on either side of her hips and start to lap at her again. I’m addicted. My cock is leaking, aching, and dripping with pre-cum.
She screams into the gag as I bring her to the edge. And when she starts to come, I don’t stop. I ride her through every wave, licking her gently through the aftershocks, kissing her thighs.
She tries to push me away, as if she’s too sensitive, and it’s too much. But I’m not done. I’m nowhere near fucking done.
She’ll come again.
So I worship her… over and over, until she’s writhing again. Until she’s begging without words and comes a second time on my tongue.
Finally, I pull away just enough to remove the gag.
She gasps, her breathing ragged. “Oh my god, Seamus… Oh dear god…” She moans it like a prayer, like she’s finally seen heaven.
I cradle her face and kiss her gently. “I want you to remember this,” I whisper. “I need you to remember this. I meant to take my time. I meant to make you come again, but now… now I feckin’ need you.”
My cock is so hard it hurts. I’m shaking with how much I want her.
“May I touch you?” she whispers. Her voice is soft, unsure, and so sweet it tears me apart.
“Say it again,” I murmur, trembling. “Say my name, mo chroí. No one else gets to. Just you.”
“Please, Seamus,” she says. “I want you inside me. I want you to complete me. I’ve been dreaming about this.”
“Dreaming about this,” I echo, my heart in my throat. She’s my sweet, perfect angel. God help me, I don’t want to hurt her. She’s tight. She’s untouched. And she’s mine.