She opens the door when I arrive at her flat, and I say nothing when I enter and take her in my arms. I hold her tightly, breathing in her scent as though my body might absorb some of her goodness and make me less murderous and vile.
I need this—her—in my life so fucking much.
I lessen my hold and pull away, so I can hold her face in my hands. Look at her eyes. “You’re the angel who possesses the power to ease my hell.”
She comes up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to my mouth before taking my hand in hers. “Come with me.”
I follow her into her bedroom. Lit candles are twinkling around the room, their illuminations waltzing with one another on the walls. A soft croon is coming from the corner of the room—not a song that I know, but it’s clearly meant for lovers.
I stop in the middle of Westlyn’s bedroom and pull her against me, my hand on her lower back. “Dance with me.” She smiles and places one of her tiny hands on my shoulder while the other cups inside mine at our chests. Her body leans against mine and together we move
to a song that sounds like making love in the form of music. I’ve never danced with a woman this way. But I like it.
The song ends, and another begins. Another soft, romantic tune.
I grasp Westlyn’s chin and lift, forcing her to look at me. “I want to lose myself in you. Forget the blood and gore and carnage.”
She nods. “You can have me any way you need me.”
I tug her toward the bed, and she follows without hesitation. We’re standing at the bedside when she glides her hands up my chest, pushes my jacket from my shoulders, and tosses it to the chair in the corner. She moves to my tie next, sliding the knot down. I reach for my top button but she stills my hand.
“I want to undress you.” She brings my fingers to her mouth, kissing them. “I want to do everything for you tonight.” And you will, doll, as long as I ultimately remain in control. I can’t ever lose control.
The last button of my shirt is unfastened, and I think she’s done until she moves to my cufflinks. Times like this, I hate wearing these kinds of clothes. It would be so much simpler to pull a T-shirt over my head, drop a pair of jeans, and get down to shagging.
A jeans and T-shirt guy… that’s not who I am. I’ll never be that guy.
Westlyn pushes my shirt from my shoulders and tosses it to the chair to join my jacket. Her mouth drags wet kisses across my chest while her hands explore my pecs. My cock twitches when she bites one of my nipples and then flicks her tongue over it.
She unfastens my pants and lowers the pull tab of the zipper before looking up at me and licking her lips. My cock strains to be released. To get to her. Inside her.
She comes up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to my mouth. Her plump pink lips, a hint of sweet wine still lingering, taste delicious against my mouth. I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have them wrapped tight around my cock.
I kick out of my shoes when her hands slide into the sides of my pants and boxer briefs. I almost wince when she grips my hips, digging her nails into my flesh.
My intended takes her time undressing me, looking at and touching almost every inch of my body. It’s both agony and delight. Every muscle in my body is tense as sexual desire slowly eclipses restraint. This woman is driving me mad and pushing me beyond the edge of self-control.
I love kissing Westlyn. Enjoying the taste of her mouth. Delighting in the feel of her tongue against mine. But I end our kiss because my cock is greedy. He wants his turn with that pouty mouth.
I take a single step back and sit on the edge of the bed. Looking at Westlyn in that virgin-white nightgown, her nipples pushing through the thin fabric, makes my erection throb. “I want my fiancée to get on her knees and suck my cock.”
Fear flashes in her eyes, but it’s quickly replaced with fiery passion.
My cock twitches when she lowers herself to the floor and kneels before me. Grasping the back of her head, I pull her closer. I grab my dick at the base and rub it back and forth across her bottom lip, spreading the milky white fluid. “Lick it.”
She looks up at me with hooded, submissive eyes, and the tip of my dick trickles more pre-cum. I’m filled with ecstasy when she doesn’t hesitate to obey my command. She licks it again and again without even being told to.
I massage the back of her neck, giving her praise. “Such a good lass. Now put it in your mouth and suck.”
She opens wide and takes the head into her mouth, bobbing up and down my length. Her tongue is soft, wet, and sensual against the underside of my throbbing cock. Her hand moves up my legs and she lightly cups my balls from the bottom, massaging one of them between her fingers. Fucking tingles run up my spine, and I can’t contain the moan building at the back of my throat. “Uh… Wes… fuck…”
She briefly breaks off and licks her lips before taking it into her mouth again, this time so deeply that she gags and tears stream down her face. But she doesn’t stop. And I’m captivated by the sight of my dick in her mouth.
Her mouth feels amazing, but I’m ready to slide into her wet pussy. Because that’s where babies are made. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.” She instantly stops on command. I love the way she obeys without hesitation. Such a good girl.
“Take off your gown.” And she does. She’s not wearing knickers, so she’s completely bare for me to look at after the gown is gone. “I can’t believe that you’re mine. That I get to have you for the rest of our lives.”
I want to feel her slick juices gliding all over my cock, but not before I taste them. “Lie down on the bed.”
She climbs on her bed and lies on her back, knees pressed together. “Spread your legs. I want to look at you.”
I stare at her pussy. Despite the dim lighting from the candle, I can see that it’s gleaming. Wet and slick, just as I had imagined.
I slide two fingers into her, and the tip of my dick trickles a little when I feel the warm moisture between her legs. Her body responds. The arch in her back deepens, and so does her breathing.
I move to kneel on the bed between her legs, and my mouth dives into her sweet pussy. I flatten my tongue and move it up and down through her center, careful to only graze her clit. I want this to be a slow burn. But she has other plans.
Her hips move in counterpoint against my mouth so my tongue will hit that sensitive spot at the top of her slit. My girl is horny and isn’t being timid about going after what she needs. I like her aggressiveness. I think I’ll reward her.
I flick my tongue against her clit and then suck it hard. Her hips tilt upward, giving me more of her pussy to lick and suck. And I know in this moment that I own more than just this orgasm I’m about to give her. Westlyn is mine. She has taken my cock, and next she’ll take my name. That puts me on top of the fucking world.
I press my mouth between her legs and show her what it means to be mine by alternating sucking and licking and flicking my tongue against her clit. I question if her backbone is going to break with the way she’s tilting her hips upward and curling her shoulders so that she can watch my mouth devour her. She caresses the top of my head, and our eyes lock.
Panted breath moving through parted lips. Hooded eyes. Wrinkled brow. I love the I’m about to come so fucking hard face she’s making. “Oh God…”
She fists my hair, and her hips buck while her body jolts. Wet floods my mouth, and I taste her orgasm. So fucking delicious. I can’t help but lap up every drop.
Her panting slows, and her tense muscles become relaxed. That’s when I know that her orgasm has come to an end.
I crawl over her and brush my lips against hers before giving her a slow kiss to coax her back to me from whatever blissful place she’s gone to. Our kiss is slow and soft and sweet. I do so to offset the commands I gave her earlier about going down on her knees and sucking my dick.
Her eyes flutter, connecting with mine, and I see so much more than flecks of green and brown and gold. I’m looking at my future. My wife. The mother of my children.
I take her hand and bring it to my chest over my heart. “Mo chroí.”
She smiles and transfers my hand to her chest. “Mo chroí.”
I nestle between her legs and position the tip of my dick at her opening. My erection pulsates with longing when I feel the hot moisture. It’s like her pussy is calling my dick home where it belongs.
I slowly sink into her, her walls stretching to accommodate my every inch. Her pussy is paradise, nirvana, and ecstasy all rolled into one. I swear I could stay balls deep inside it forever.
She hooks her ankles behind my back and uses them to coax me in deeper. Not that I really need encouragement. “If you can use me to fuck away your pain, then do it.”
Her words permeate my skin and penetrate my heart. “I don’t want to do that to you.”
“It’s okay if you need to. I want to make it better for you.”
“I don’t want to cause you pain in order to ease my own.” I stop moving and cup the side of her face. “Just being here with you like this makes
it better.”
I slowly pull back and thrust into her gently. Every thrust is methodical and deliberate, making me very aware of the way my cock is stretching her still-virgin-tight pussy.
Her body molds against mine, and we become one. “Ohh… Kieran…” I love the sound of my name on her lips but especially when it’s said with so much passion.
I press my forehead to hers. “Tell me that you’re mine. Tell me that I’m the only one, and there’ll never be another.”
Her hands come up and grasp the sides of my face. “I belong to you. Only you. No one else.”
My semen-filled balls contract, sending my seed out through my cock and into her womb. My release is powerful, like an explosion. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. I wrap my arm around her waist and pin her down, filling her with every drop I have.
My hand finds hers and we move them between our chests. This time we say the words together. “Mo chroí.”
I stay inside her until I soften and slide out. “Can I stay with you tonight?”
“I’d like to see you try to leave me.”
I roll off her and lie on my back. I pull her body against mine, and she nuzzles her face against my beating heart with her leg thrown over my midsection.
I kiss the top of her head. “Goodnight, doll.”
“Goodnight.”
I wake and I’m wrapped around Westlyn, the complete opposite of the way we were when we fell asleep. Odd. I don’t remember waking and shifting into this position at all. Probably because I sleep so well when she’s by my side.
She stretches and yawns, wiggling her bum against my cock. I chuckle. “Good mornin’ to you.”
“Good mornin’.” Westlyn laces her fingers through mine and forms a fist with our two hands. “How do you feel?”
“Well rested.” No nightmares. No flashbacks of that murderous, bloody scene from last night.
“Me too.”
“It’s Monday. We need to go to the registrar’s office and give notice of our intent to marry.” I don’t want to wait a single day longer than necessary. “We have to start planning a wedding. One big enough to accommodate guests from three brotherhoods.”