Page 50 of Fractured Memories

Biting my lip, I nod and kick off my shorts. He follows that movement, too, and my skin heats as his eyes devour me.

Shifting back to lie down, he places his hands behind his head. “You need my tongue or my cock?”

I know how good his mouth is, but just thinking about having him fill me makes my thighs clench. I want that so bad.

Instead of answering, I push the blankets out of my way, shocked to find him completely naked. My eyes have adjusted to the dim light, letting me see how absolutely beautiful he is up close. His body is powerful, lined with thick muscle that tells me he has no problem getting his own hands dirty, and I can’t help but think if this is my husband, I’m damn lucky.

Especially given the erection that’s already hard and stretched up his stomach.

I definitely chose right.

Swinging my leg over Kieran, I straddle his hips, noticing that the sheets beneath him are the same dark ones from my dream. Which isn’t something I’m going to dissect right now.

Kieran’s hands drop to grip my waist as I settle against him, a low rumble coming from him. “You are fucking soaked, Eden.”

I roll my hips, earning another tortured noise. “And you’re hard.”

The edge of his lips curl. “Your naked body tends to have that effect on me.” I move against him. “Fuck, do that again.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I grind against him, jolts of pleasure zapping up my spine as I work over him harder and faster. But it’s not enough. I need more.

I lift up, reaching for his cock, when his hands tighten on me. I can’t move, and I look up to find Kieran’s green eyes focused on me.

“You never answered my question.” I love how deep his voice has gone, each word caressed by his sexy as fuck accent. “You want my cock? You’ll have to ask for it, wife.”

Normally, I’d want to fight him. But right now, I’m desperate. My thighs are shaking, and I just want Kieran to give me what I’m after. He’s got me pinned, under his control, and I don’t even want to push back.

Leaning forward, I meet his gaze and answer in a husky tone, “I’m begging for your cock, husband.”

I didn’t fully think through those words, but they snap whatever was holding Kieran back. Before I can blink, he’s pressing the head of his cock to my opening and pushing into me. My hands fall to his chest as I push back, sinking all the way down his thick erection as he stretches me.

“I fucking missed this, mo chuisle.” My ass lands against his hips, and my eyes nearly roll back. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be buried inside you.”

“Oh, fuck.” I slam back against him, rocking with his thrusts. “Yes, Kieran,” I hiss.

He chuckles, even as he drives into me harder. “I love hearing you say my name. Louder, this time.”

“Kieran!” I cry out as he picks up his speed, and it feels incredible. He’s so deep, pounding into me relentlessly, and it’s exactly what I came in here for.

“Just like that.” His jaw flexes, words coming out harsh. “Is this what you were begging for?”

“Yes.” My head drops down, my hips barely keeping up with him. I’m so close that my body is trembling, but there’s something missing. “Kieran, I need⁠—”

Before I get the words out, my back slams into the mattress. He pins both of my hands in one of his, his hips pressing mine into the mattress as he settles even deeper inside of me. His other hand grips my throat, and heat rushes through my body. Pure excitement pushes me closer to the edge as his fingers tighten, not quite cutting off my air yet.

“You forget how well I know your body, mo chuisle. I know exactly what you need, and I know how fucking well you’ll take it.” His hips slide back before snapping forward, and my back arches off the bed. “Now take a deep breath for me.”

I do as he says, and his hand clamps down. My eyes widen, panic flooding my chest as I realize I can’t breathe.

Kieran chuckles darkly, but I feel him adjust the hand holding my wrists. Two of his fingers slide against my palm. “Tap me, Eden.”

I do, and his hand immediately relaxes around my throat. I suck in a deep breath, noting how much more heightened my body feels. Maybe he fucking does know what I need.

“You need me to stop; that’s how you let me know.” He slides slowly out of me until I feel empty. “Now take a deep breath. I’m about to fucking ruin you, wife.”

I pull in a lungful of air, and his fingers squeeze my throat just as he drives into me. It is brutal and feels incredible. But this time, Kieran doesn’t pause. He keeps up the unrelenting pace, fucking me so deep that I can barely focus on the words he’s whispering in my ear.

“You are so fucking tight. So perfect.” Another thrust. His fingers tighten. “I can feel how bad you want to soak my cock.” A whimper tries to work its way up my throat. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you come so hard you black out.”