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I lean into their touches for a moment before Emrys is stepping forward, hunger etched into every one of his features. Muscles bunching and tight as he towers over me, he snatches me from Wilder and Wyatt’s hold, before moving me to the floor of the cave with surprising gentleness. Resting his hand beneath my head, he waits until I’m situated to remove it.
Emrys' eyes blaze with feral hunger as he pins me beneath his hulking frame. A guttural sound rumbles from his chest before his mouth claims mine ruthlessly, devouring me. His tongue invades forcefully, a tangible promise of how he'll take my body.
Rough hands claw at my flushed skin as he descends on my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth until I'm writhing. His tongue soothes the ache before he switches his attention to the other peak, lavishing it with equal fervor.
My back bows, seeking more of that exquisite torment. Emrys growls his approval, the vibration against my sensitive flesh making me dizzy with need.
With feline grace he begins kissing down my torso, nipping sharply at my hip bones before parting my thighs with purpose. His hot breath teases my slick folds and I gasp, fingers twisting in his hair urgently. Uncaring of the evidence Wilder left behind, Emrys chuckles darkly before his tongue takes one long, devastating swipe through my throbbing sex. I cry out raggedly, teetering on the edge of oblivion already.
Mercilessly, he begins feasting on my core, alternating broad strokes with quick flicks over my swollen clit that drive me to the brink again and again. Just before I tip over the edge each time, he backs off, denying me my release.
After an age of pleasurable torture, I'm reduced to desperately grinding against his face, silently begging for relief. Sensing my unraveling, Emrys finally takes pity on me and seals his lips around my aching clit, sucking hard as two thick fingers fill me to the knuckle.
The dual sensations trigger a violent orgasm that whites out my vision, forcing me to keen Emrys' name to the cave walls as my thighs clamp around his head helplessly. Still, he works me through every aftershock until I'm boneless beneath him.
Before I can catch my breath, Emrys braces himself over me, golden eyes burning. With an animalistic snarl, he drives his thick cock into my soaked depths in one relentless stroke. I scream raggedly at the sudden invasion, stretched to the limit by his size. Grasping my hips in a punishing grip, he uses my body ruthlessly as he fucks into me again and again.
My senses are overwhelmed by the primal claiming of his thick length pounding my willing flesh. Another climax crashes through me violently and Emrys swallows my broken cries with his mouth, muffling them. He fucks me straight through it, pace brutal and thorough.
His name spills from me on a scream as he claims me with raw urgency. I'm pinned and ravaged beneath the merciless drive of his cock impaling me again and again. The thick ridge hits deep inside me perfectly with each brutal thrust, sending sparks of ecstasy bursting through every nerve.
Emrys braces himself over me, muscles rippling, staring down with unveiled hunger as he fucks me into oblivion. His gaze dares me to keep up, to take everything he's unleashing.
“More!” I rasp, digging my nails into his shoulders.
With a feral snarl, he lifts my thighs over his broad shoulders, plunging deeper still. The new angle has my eyes rolling back, the unrelenting stimulation almost too much to bear as the thick head of his cock hits my cervix. He pounds into my core relentlessly, every nerve lighting up with ecstasy.
Emrys' tempo grows increasingly punishing as my walls clamp and spasm around him. Just when I think I can't take anymore, another devastating release rips through me. I scream his name raggedly, hands digging into his hair and holding on for dear life. Still, he shows no mercy, angling his hips to rub over my swollen clit with each stroke.
With a guttural groan, Emrys slams into me viciously once more before stilling, his release spilling hot and deep inside my convulsing center. I let out a shattered wail, trembling violently through the aftershocks.
We remain suspended in blissful oblivion for endless moments as our hearts gradually slow until he finally withdraws. I'm limp and sated–thoroughly claimed–but I manage to somehow reach a hand up and brush a lock of his hair out of his face, my hand lingering on his cheek. He gazes down at me, the passionate haze clearing from his eyes before he turns his head to press a fervent kiss to my palm, a glimpse of unexpected gentleness beneath the primal intensity.
Suddenly, Emrys is bumped out of view with a loud grunt. “Stop hogging her.” A grinning Wilder enters my line of sight, gazing down at me with blue eyes full of affection moments before he’s pulling me to my feet and into his arms.
Another set wraps around me from behind and I melt back against Wyatt's sturdy frame, savoring his steadying presence. His lips find the sensitive spot beneath my ear, eliciting pleasant shivers.
"That was...quite something," Wyatt murmurs, voice tinged with humor and unveiled affection.I duck my head, cheeks warming, but Wyatt tilts my face back up gently. "You were exquisite," he affirms earnestly, his steel gray eyes crinkling around the edges.
"Too right, she's a spitfire through and through," Wilder’s drawl caresses my senses. "But I reckon I could go for round two." He waggles his eyebrows outrageously and I swat at his shoulder, laughing.
Just like that, the moment stretches easy and warm between us. Here, tangled together, I feel safe, desired, understood–like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.
Chapter 42
The clink of glasses and the murmur of conversation wrap around me like a warm blanket as I navigate through the sea of family and friends–a lot of which just arrived last night or early this morning for the actual wedding. The air is thick with excitement, laced with that faint edge of nerves that always comes with big events.
Annabelle and Ethan's rehearsal dinner is in full swing, and here I am, caught in a whirlwind of romance and an unconventional love that has everyone whispering. The Sharpes don’t care, they’re pretty open and accepting, but the new arrivals? Well…they’re not so predictable.
Add to that…there’s a few members of the press scattered around. Considering it’s pretty big news to have a Sharpe heiress getting married. Luckily, Annabelle is far better in the spotlight than I am. She’s practically radiant beneath all the attention aimed her way.
"Kathryn, you look stunning," Wyatt murmurs, his voice wrapping around my name like silk. His hand finds the small of my back, a touch so familiar and intimate it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Thanks to you," I quip back, leaning into his embrace for a moment. "If it weren't for your impeccable ability to tame my hair..."
I trail off as Wilder slides in beside us, mischief sparkling in his eyes. "And what about my contributions?" He teases, looping an arm around my shoulders. "Who do you think taught you that thing you do with your–"
"Easy," Emrys cuts in smoothly, his hand grazing mine, sparking a current that jolts straight to my heart. "Let's not reveal all our secrets."
