Page 41 of Fractured Memories

I slide my fingers into his hair, gripping the strands and pulling his head back. I’m sure it hurts, but he looks positively thrilled. “Keep taunting me, and I’ll slam my boot into your pretty face instead of letting you drape it over your shoulder.”

The smug bastard doesn’t even flinch. “You think I’m pretty, Eden?”

I tip my head back with a groan. “I’m starting to think you’re all talk, Kieran.”

A dark chuckle ghosts over my skin as he tugs my hips closer, my dress pushed up around my waist. I’m exposed, one of his hands gripping my ass to keep me tilted forward until I’m nearly pressed to his lips. “Trust me, wife, you know I’m not.”

I don’t get out a retort before his mouth is on me. His teeth sink into my inner thigh, and my body bows as I moan. His other hand presses against my stomach, keeping me in place as he laps over the spot.

“I love seeing my marks on you,” he murmurs before moving higher and doing it again. I grunt, but I can’t move as he keeps me pinned. I’m certain the fingers digging into my ass are going to leave bruises, too, but I can’t be bothered.

Not when a thrill shoots through me at the idea of wearing them.

There has to be something seriously wrong with me to want him—even if the desperate way he tried to calm me in the car or what he told me during our dinner have etched themselves into my mind. Even if it’s been hard to shut out everything he’s said since he found me, and I think he might be tearing at the walls I’ve kept built up to protect myself.

An embarrassing whine rips free of me when he brushes my clit through my soaked thong. It’s enough to pull me out of my mind and bring my gaze back down to Kieran.

“Louder,” he growls, teeth grazing over my sensitive skin. Despite every time I’ve fought against him, I find myself wanting to comply.

“Yes!” I scream when he clamps down, sucking through the thin fabric.

Kieran pulls back, taking the thong with him. With a jerk of his head, he rips the fabric off of me, dropping it to the floor.

I whimper, feeling so exposed as he stares at my pussy. But the heat of his stare, the pure want and need on his face, only make me wetter.

“Fucking finally,” he breathes, and then he’s diving between my legs again, not holding back. He eats me out like he’s starved, nipping and sucking until my leg is shaking, and I’m afraid I’ll fall.

His hand slides down my ass, gripping the back of my thigh and pulling it over his shoulder, too. My hands tighten in his hair as my thighs clamp around his head. His scruff scratches against my skin, the burn only turning me on more.

“Fuck yes!” I shout, arching into his mouth as his tongue flicks over me. But the sight of Kieran on his knees, dark head buried between my legs, is pushing me just as high as his mouth is.

“My name,” he groans against my skin. “Shout my name, mo chuisle. Loud enough for everyone to know to stay away.”

My walls clench at the reminder that we are in the middle of the hall, and his eyes spark like he knows how much it turns me on. Everything he’s done only seems to prove how well he really does know me, but I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t want to consider how much of what he’s said is true.

I just want to feel.

With one hand holding me up while I ride his face, Kieran slides the other around until he’s pushing a finger inside of me. I moan as I press into his hand, not expecting him to add a second. It burns so good as he pumps in and out of me, and I’m dangerously on the edge.

“I feel how close you are, Eden.” His hand moves faster, and his teeth graze over me. “Give it to me.”

He sounds as desperate as I feel, working me so frantically that I can’t breathe as I hold on. My skin burns from the scratch of his scruff and his harsh bites, my legs ache from his grip, and my body feels so hot as it begs for release.

He curls his fingers as he nips at my clit, sending a jolt through my body. And it sends me right over the edge.

“Kieran!” I writhe as he sucks, pain blooming from how harsh he’s being, and it makes my limbs shake. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, Kieran!”

My fingers are ripping strands from his head, but he doesn’t stop pumping his fingers or sucking my clit until I go limp. He pulls his mouth off of me, licking gently as he slides his fingers out. A whimper escapes me, and I feel his chuckle against my skin.

Slowly, he eases my legs from his shoulders, straightening my dress, and rises back to his feet. My eyes are barely open as I stare up at him, looking more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. This Kieran looks light…almost happy. And it short-circuits something in my mind.

“You want to fight me, Eden?” His thumb brushes along my jaw. “That’s fine. I like it. But if you ever doubt what I’ve said is true, remember this. Your body knows exactly what you aren’t willing to admit. You’re mine, wife, and you can’t deny it.”

He pushes off the wall, striding in the direction that Rohan and Lochlan disappeared. I don’t move as I watch him, almost wishing he hadn’t gone this time.

I force myself to straighten, completely shaken from what just happened. The orgasm was incredible, but I still can’t believe I didn’t stop him. A week ago, I was so willing to smash a rock against the side of his head. But now… I’m not sure what to think.

My original suspicions don’t make sense anymore. If I was a threat to Kieran, he wouldn’t give me free rein of his house. If I was a bargaining chip, he wouldn’t give me space or try to convince me to trust him. And if he wanted to use my body, he wouldn’t have made me come and walk away.