Page 66 of Fractured Memories

Clothes rustle behind me, and then he’s grinding against my ass. Just the feel of him has me arching my back, silently begging for him to drive into me.

One of his arms circles my waist, pinning my hips to his. He shifts, his cock slipping between my thighs and sliding through my arousal. This time, I do moan because it feels incredible when his head brushes my swollen clit.

“That’s it, mo chuisle.” His other hand slides up my back to my neck. “Beg me with your body to fucking ruin you.”

I push back against him. “Kieran, please fuck me.” I roll my hips, wishing he’d stop this torture.

A satisfied rumble echoes through his chest. “Oh, I will.” The hand on my neck slides around, encircling my throat. He pulls me tightly against him, holding me in place as he tilts his hips. “I’ll fuck my pretty wife until her pussy can’t take it and she’s hoarse from screaming.”

He slams into me at the same time his hand tightens on my throat. I cry out his name, palms pressed to the wall to keep me upright from the force of it.

“Louder, Eden.” He drags out slowly before snapping his hips forward. “Or do you not need to breathe? Should I choke you for pushing me?”

A soft moan works its way up my throat without my permission, but he hears it. With the next thrust, I groan as he bottoms out, and his hand tightens as soon as I draw in a breath. His grip on my hips grows harsher, too, digging in until I’m certain he’ll leave bruises.

I brace myself as he picks up speed, holding me in place as he pounds into me. It’s brutal and harsh, and I love it. I can’t breathe, and it only drives me higher, especially as Kieran groans behind me.

“You are so perfect like this, Eden. So fucking perfect for me.” He moves faster, his fingers digging into my skin so hard it’s painful, and I’m already on the verge of coming. “I’ve been so ready to sink into you all night. I love watching you get turned on because of violence. I love that you are fucking twisted like me.”

My fingers scramble against the wall, my lungs burning. I can’t say anything, can’t move, but with the noises that he still draws out of me, he has to know I’m getting close.

“Squeeze me a little harder, wife.” His hand slides between my legs, pinching my clit. I jolt, and he groans as my pussy convulses. “Just like that.”

Black teases the edge of my vision, and his hips start to stutter. Another flare of pain erupts between my legs, and Kieran groans louder. “Yes. Again. I want you to milk my fucking cock.”

Just as my eyes start to roll back, his hand eases enough for me to draw in oxygen. The little trickle of air is not enough to stop the burning in my lungs, but it sends a new wave of pleasure through my body. Kieran’s other hand moves from my clit to my breast, pinching my nipple while giving me another dose of oxygen. It’s enough to send me spiraling as he bottoms out again.

“So good,” he grunts as he pushes all the way into me. “You’re doing so good.”

Another wave of pleasure rolls through me at that, an aftershock shuddering up my spine. Kieran tugs me back to rest my head on his shoulder as he gives a few shallow thrusts, riding out his own orgasm.

His lips brush my temple. “I will never get tired of fucking you,” he says softly.

“That was so worth the wait,” I pant, my body feeling boneless.

He chuckles, pressing another kiss to my skin, and slowly pulls out. One arm helps me stay upright while he fixes his pants. Then, he’s lifting me into his arms, and I curl into his chest. I’m exhausted after the night, and I’ll need the rest before Kieran finds his second wind. He’s insatiable—and I’m no better.

In his room, he lays me out on the bed. I sink into the soft mattress, arm slung over my face. When I feel him unlacing my boots, I peek down at him, fighting the smile that threatens to overtake my lips.

There’s something about seeing Kieran kneeling at the edge of his bed and gently pulling my shoes off that does something dangerous to my chest. He fucks me until I almost pass out and then he’ll do things like this.

How could I not want to be married to him?

He stands, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. “Do you want this off?” I nod and sit up, but his warm hands are already there, pulling the tight top off. My bra is gone, too, and he tips my chin up to look at him. “I’ll be right back.”

I watch as he disappears into the bathroom, dropping back against my pillow. The thought gives me pause because I’m not sure when I started thinking of it as mine. This is Kieran’s room, even if I’ve been spending more nights here than not. Even if I might have shared it once.

My thoughts are interrupted as he comes back with a wet cloth to clean me up. Wordlessly, he opens my legs and swipes the warm cloth against me, wiping his cum away. Then, he pulls the blankets up around me before walking back into the bathroom.

Now that my lust has cleared a bit, I can think more clearly about the night. Like how Kieran brought us to where we first met, somewhere that I could feel was clearly a part of myself. I’m not sure he knows how much it meant to go there tonight, especially after seeing those pictures, but it’s only reinforcing this image I have of him.

And it’s not the scary mafia leader that everyone in the city hates.

It’s the man I chose to marry. The one who can’t tell me he cares but will leave me breakfast in the morning. The one who loves to fight me but also leaves kisses on my temple. The one who never gave up on me, even when I was breaking the heart he says he doesn’t have.

The one that is slowly winning me over.

Kieran is naked when he re-emerges from the adjoining room, and I take in the view. He’s gorgeous, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that. Not the green eyes that steal my breath when I wake or the brown waves I want to run my fingers through or the scars I trace late at night after we have sex.