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Keeping my movements tantalizingly slow and deliberate, I pull one strap of leather around her leg and buckle it along the inside of her thigh. I brush my thumb along the sensitive skin as I watch Eden’s cheeks pink, her breaths coming in faster. It only encourages me to take my time with that second strap that sits even higher.

As I loop the leather around her leg, I drag my knuckles a little higher until I’m brushing just shy of her core. She doesn’t move away, though. Instead, her back arches, and I have no doubt she’d let me lay her out by the pool right now and feast.

But I’d rather hear her beg for it before I give in again. I want to make her squirm, want to remind her how much she needs me. One of my favorite things is pushing Eden, and right now is no different.

Which is why I slide the second loop through its buckle at an agonizing speed. My hand squeezes her thigh as I rumble, “There.” Even I can hear how thick my accent is on that one word, laced with so much need.

It’s almost painful to extract myself, and Eden’s brows crease as I do. Her head tips back to watch me stand. “What are you doing?”

I slide my hands into my pockets. “I came to bring you your gift.” I nod at the holster on her thigh that looks fucking good. “I don’t want to interrupt any more of your evening.”

Forcing myself to turn away, I stride for the door. I have no interest in leaving, but I’m working on getting Eden to actually want me around. This is part of it.

“Kieran.” I pause at her voice, glancing back over my shoulder with a raised brow. She’s standing, backlit by the evening light, and those hazel eyes are so beautiful as she stares at me. “Do you want to have dinner together? Out here?”

I can’t stop the smile that tugs at my lips.

“I would love to.”

CHAPTER 17

EDEN

“You look so perfect,” Kieran practically purrs, his accent thick and incredibly sexy as he drags the last word out. His head leans back as he groans, and it spurs me on, wanting to drive him crazier.

I bob my head forward, taking him deeper as his hands tighten in my hair. He’s probably destroying my curls, but I don’t care right now as I fight against his hold, wanting the control. It’s always like this between us—a fight until he puts me in place and fucking ruins me.

His eyes snap down to mine, the green so dark with lust that they’ve nearly swallowed the irises whole. He pushes in deeper until I gag softly around him, but I don’t pull back. His hands cup the back of my head, holding me in place as I work my tongue around his shaft.

My lungs burn with the lack of oxygen, but I don’t care. I’m too focused on the throbbing between my legs, the way that his brutal thrusts are turning me on.

“Fuck, mo chuisle.” He groans, and I practically melt. “You take me so fucking well.”

I moan, sliding a hand down my body in an effort to find a little relief. But before I can get there, Kieran’s grip tightens, jerking my head back.

I suck in deep breaths, eyes popping open to see his gaze focused on me. “I don’t think so.” He bends me back a little further, my neck aching as I’m completely at his mercy. “I want to see you writhing for me, Eden. I want you desperate and pleading, absolutely drenched, when I lay you on that bed to clean you up.” One of his hands releases me to drag a thumb over my bottom lip. “I want you on the verge of coming just from me fucking this perfect mouth.” My lips part for him, and a dark smile curls his lips. “So fucking good for me.”

He straightens, and I open wider. His free hand slides along my jaw until his fingers wrap around my throat. Holding me perfectly still, he slides his cock all the way in. My eyes tear up, and my body hums with each roll of his hips. My fingers itch to dive between my legs, but I know that it’ll be more worth it to listen to Kieran. To be rewarded by his mouth rather than my own hand.

His pace increases, and soon, I can’t breathe. It only makes my want for him worse, my body enjoying the way he never holds back with me.

Just when I think he’s going to come, though, he pulls back with a grunt. I choke and gasp, his hand on my throat still holding me up. His thumb smooths over my jaw while the other loosens in my hair.

“As much as I love finishing in your mouth,” he says in a low rumble, “I want to fill your sweet cunt up tonight.”

A whimper escapes me, and he chuckles. “Get on the bed.”

I scramble back as fast as I can, climbing up onto the dark sheets and lying back. Kieran’s hungry gaze takes me in, and my heart pounds faster in anticipation. It beats so fast that I feel breathless and⁠—

I wake up.

My eyes widen as they dart around the dark room, and my heart sinks. I was having a fucking sex dream. About Kieran. Oh, fuck.

It felt so damn real that I almost wonder if it’s a memory. The way my body is on edge is very real, and I fall back against the pillows with a huff.

Of course I had a damn wet dream about him after the way his hands slid up my thigh while buckling the thigh sheath on—which I was dumb enough to ask him to do. Being that close to him only made me remember the last time we were alone, the way he made me come so hard that I was aching for another chance.

And…after talking with Mika, I might be feeling more open to letting Kieran in. I can’t be whoever he thinks I was, but if there’s a reason I actually did choose to marry him, I want to know what it was. If getting to have sex with him is a bonus to that, I won’t complain.