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He needs me in a way he’s never needed anyone before. Itmakes it easy to submit to what he wants. When he thrust his fingers in my hairand holds me still, I don’t fight him. I go passive beneath him and wait forhis command. My heart speeds up as he stares at me like a starving man lookingat a meal.

“Open for me,” he growls as he takes my mouth.

I don’t have to ask what he wants. He wants everything Ihave, everything I am. I open my mouth, and his tongue immediately invades. Iopen my mind and am swamped with his desire. It overwhelms me. It makes megroan in response. My hand trails down his chest, seeking that part of him thatneeds relief. I stroke him through the fabric of his pants.

“Harder,” he commands as his hands go straight for mynipples. He shoves the soft linen of my shirt aside, baring my breasts to thecool afternoon air. He looks down at my chest, his eyes eating me up. “You’regorgeous, wife of mine. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”

This man knows exactly how to make me feel sexy as hell.“Well, you’ve only known me for a week.”

He cups a breast, his hand skimming my sensitive skin. Heleans in. “Don’t joke now. I’ve waited my whole life for this. I might not haveknown your face, but I knew you. You were made for me. Everything I’ve sufferedthrough, I did it to bring you to me.”

This man knows how to make me feel loved. Tears well in myeyes. I reach up and cup his face. He’s gone through hell, and yet I have thedistinct feeling he means every word. He would go through it again if itbrought us together. I suddenly realize that I would do the same. I would makeall the same choices, go through the same pain, if it means standing here withthis man.

“I want to be your wife, Cian Finn. I’m so proud to be yourwife.”

My nipples are hard pebbles as he rolls them between histhumb and forefinger. He closes his eyes for a moment as he cups my breasts. Ifeel his deep satisfaction at the contact and know he can sense how much Ienjoy it, too. He molds my breasts with one hand as he pulls me close with theother. He kisses me, his tongue singing with his need.

I slide my hand over my husband’s erection. I press againsthis cock as his hips move helplessly against my palm. He’s huge, and I canalready feel his arousal beginning to seep from the slit, wetting his trousers.“We need to get home.”

“No time,” he says. I find myself on my back looking up atthe green canopy of trees. Cian towers over me. He starts to work on the tiesof his pants, his hands shaking slightly. His voice is perfectly clear, though.It’s dark and rich and flows over me with command. “Lift your skirts.”

I struggle to sit up. He can’t mean to do this here. Thistrail is well-used. “Ci, we’re out in the open.”

I try to be reasonable, but it’s hard. He isn’t guarding histhoughts. He’s pushing them toward me. I can see an image of what he wants todo to me, and it’s dark and nasty and so tempting I want to cry. It makes mewet and ready for him. He wants to lie back in the grass and grip my hips. Hewants to skewer me with his cock. He wants to pound into me so hard my breastsbounce. I can feel my pussy start to pulse, desperate to have him inside. Hisneed starts an ache in me, but we aren’t far from the goblin cave. Anyone cancome walking along.

“I said lift your skirts.” His beautiful face is slightlysavage. He’s gotten his cock free, and he’s his brother’s twin. Cian’s cock ishuge. He strokes it as though trying to placate the monster. “I want to seeyour pussy. Megan, I won’t ask again. I won’t accept anything less than whatyou’re willing to give my brother. I’m in charge of this, and you’re going toobey. Is that understood?”

He’s trying to give me exactly what I said I want. He’strying to top me, and I respond. It feels good to chuck my inhibitions andconcentrate on pleasing him. I spread my legs and pull my skirt up. I’m notwearing underwear. It’s so much easier because I can feel how much I pleasehim. It radiates from his soul.

“You have a gorgeous pussy, Meggie mine. Now turn over andlet me see that ass. I need to make a few things clear to you.”

I have to force myself to breathe. I turn over, the grasssoft under my knees.

“Higher, Meg. I want that ass in the air.”

I lean over, putting my face in the grass, forcing mybackside high.

His hand comes down in a stinging slap. “That’s for keepingme waiting.”

I have to smile. I disobeyed him all day, but I get thatlittle slap for making him wait for sex. That’s my Cian.

“You won’t make me wait again.” Cian slaps my other cheekand then spreads me wide. “Now, look at that, won’t you? I’m going to fuck youhere, Meg. Not today, but eventually. I’m going to rub oil all over my cock,and I’ll fuck this pretty asshole. And you’ll let me, won’t you?”

I close my eyes. He’s staring at my asshole, and it’s doingsomething for me. “Yes, Cian. I’ll let you.”

“Damn straight.” He slaps my ass again. “Now turn backover.”

I roll in the grass and immediately open my legs so he cansee my pussy.

He looks down, and I can feel something inside him relax.Has he been worried I won’t respond to him as I did with Beck?

“I love you, Ci,” I say, and I mean it.

If he’s worried that I won’t care about him the way I do hisbrother, then I need to put that out of his mind. Cian has quickly become myanchor in this world.

I’ve seen deep into his soul. It’s ridiculous to try to holdmyself apart from him. Cian’s soul is lovely and generous. He holds backnothing. He’s shown me the dark parts of himself. I know he’s jealous of howseriously everyone takes Beck while they view his contributions as unnecessary.Cian longed for his father to give him half the attention he lavished on Beck.

“I love everything about you,” I say, pushing my emotionoutward so he knows it’s true.