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She had every part of him. His heart, his body, his soul. They were all hers.
Hell, they might have been hers from the moment he laid eyes on her.
“I’m so glad you came to my rescue, Cillian.” Her eyes glistened. “It changed my life.”
“I fear not for the best.” He looked to the bruises upon her neck.
“You forced me to step away from a shielded life.” A soft smile graced her lips. “I love my sisters, but they are protective of me, and my days were to be lived out as nothing more than an endless parade of hiding at balls and avoiding spiteful women. Being married to you, Cillian, has tested me—”
“Well—”
“In all the right ways. Even if you are sometimes a stubborn ogre.”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me that.”
“But what I am trying to say is that I love being married to you.”
He waited, feeling as though he were on the edge of battle, waiting for the command to charge.
“And I love you.”
The air expelled from his lungs. Amusement glinted in her eyes, and she pressed a finger to his lips.
“I love it when you smile like that too.”
“Only you can make me smile like this.”
Rising onto tiptoes, she kissed him again. Perhaps she only meant it to be a chaste kiss, but the day had been long, and he was too filled with gratitude not to take the kiss deeper. With a hand to the back of her neck, he kissed her deeply and made her gasp. He tried to demonstrate his gratitude with his kiss, leaving her in no doubt how much he adored her.
She’d saved him in so many ways. Saved him from a life of not knowing, saved him from a life alone, saved him from killing Marshall even. He owed her so much.
She clung to him as though clinging for dear life. He scooped her up, welcoming her softness to his hardness, sucking in a sharp breath as she nudged his cock.
“I didn’t come here for this,” he muttered against her mouth.
“It doesn’t matter.” Ivy kissed down his neck and shivers wracked his body.
“I only wanted to check you were well.”
“I am well,” she whispered. “But I need you.”
He moved her toward the bed and laid her down. He kissed her hard and firm, drew back slightly and continued his journey down her neck. Then he drew apart the ribbons of her chemise, exposing the curves of her breasts. He groaned. Her lush curves were perfect, designed to be touched and loved.
Ivy raked her nails over his back while he used his teeth to tease her nipples through the cotton. Arching her back, she closed her eyes while he savored the feel of her under his tongue. Cillian pressed a hand underneath her and held her up like an offering. He burrowed his nose under the cotton, and she gasped his name when his mouth closed fully over one nipple.
“You taste so good,” he murmured.
Peppering kisses on the hollow between her breasts, he used a hand to hitch up her chemise and stroke her leg. Then he hooked her leg over his hips and rocked into her. His hardness against her soft folds made his vision grow fuzzy.
Eyes open, she flung her arms above her head, giving herself up to him. He sucked in a breath at what she offered. Here was a woman who had been told her whole life she was anything other than perfect, yet she offered herself so unabashedly to him, giving him her whole trust.
Cillian would spend the rest of his days proving to her she’d been right to give herself up to him, that she was right to love him.
He rasped his hands along her smooth thighs, bunching her chemise as he pushed up and up, grazing her hips, her ribs, the sides of her breasts. When he pulled the garment over her head and threw it aside to admire her, he caught the blush in her cheeks.
“You are so beautiful, sweeting.” He laughed slightly and shook his head. “I cannot believe I deserve you.”
“I feel beautiful when you look at me like that.”
