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His first thrusts were slow and smooth, meant to allow her the chance to accommodate him. When she dug her fingernails into his arms and whimpered his name, Cillian couldn’t resist picking up the pace. It felt so good—too good—when he bottomed out, burying every inch of himself within her warmth. Her cries rose again, and Cillian shifted his arm so that he could balance on one and keep his thumb at her clit. Faster and faster they went, bodies crashing together in pleasure again and again. He grit his teeth to keep the howl that threatened to escape atbay. She was perfect, from the way her hair fanned out around her to the way she arched her body to meet him at every thrust. They came together as though they’d been lovers for years; fingers dug into each other’s skin, and voices raised in pleasure. As the fiery desire grew hotter and tighter in his body, Cillian abandoned restraint and hooked her legs around his elbows. Her legs spread as wide as he could manage, and her cries became desperate shrieks as he pounded into her.
“That’s it!” he coaxed. “You feel that? It’s coming now. Get ready, wife—I’m going to fill this incredible cunt. You’re going to be so full of me you’ll drip my seed for days!”
Cora tensed, her legs wrapped tight around his waist as he murmured into her ear. “Cillian, it’s—I feel like—”
Cora’s sentence faded into a loud moan as she came, her pussy convulsing around him so tightly that he couldn’t hold back a shout of surprise. His climax exploded through his body, coating his veins in fire and his mind in bliss. They clutched at each other in a need to anchor themselves in the overwhelming pleasure. Cillian wondered how he’d gone his whole life without knowing that it was possible to feel so overwhelmed by a woman. He also wondered how he’d keep himself from fucking her into the floor every single day now that he knew.
The flames under his skin cooled as long moments passed with only the sounds of their heavy breathing to break the silence. Cillian kissed his wife again, tasting her, caressing her, more slowly than before. Where their kisses before had been war, these kisses felt more like a gift—something given unexpectedly and wholly perfect. He rolled off of her, then turned on his side to face her.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m... that was wonderful.”
Cillian couldn’t help the smug grin that spread on his face. “Well, didn’t I tell you? So we can forget that nun business, yes?”
Cora blinked at him, her expression incredulous. For a moment, she said nothing, and he worried that he’d insulted her somehow. Then, out of nowhere, she laughed—great belly laughs that shook her whole body and drew tears from her eyes. Her laughter was contagious, and Cillian joined in heartily. Her joy warmed something in his chest, easing a tension he hadn’t known was there. His wife, sated from the pleasure he gave her, smiled and said, “Yes, we can forget about the nuns. I suppose you’re not so hopeless that we’ll need to send you off to marry God and serve man.”
“Well, that’s good to know. I’m shite at servicing men.”
Their shared laughter filled the small space. For the first time in a very long time, Cillian allowed himself to sleep unconcerned with what the day would bring.
Chapter 10
Cora
Cora woke slowly, drawn from her sleep a bit at a time by the gentle notes of birdsong and pale early morning sunshine. The gleaming light spilled through gaps in the tent, warming her skin in patches. Somewhere nearby, men were talking, and their indistinct murmurs invaded her dream.
She didn’t want to wake up. All night long, she’d dreamed of soft, lazy kisses and the smooth slide of bodies moving against each other. Phantom hands and lips had caressed her body and brushed over sensitive skin. She’d writhed with nameless, faceless lovers, losing herself in the pleasure they gave as long as she could.
Something rustled nearby, chasing away the last vestiges of her dreams. She blinked, wincing at the morning sun in her eyes. Someone laughed behind her.
“Not much of an early riser, I see. We’ll have to fix that.”
Cora whirled to find the source of the voice. Cillian Fane stood near the bed, tying up the laces of his trousers. The events of the night before came rushing back, and she realized that the nameless, faceless lovers in her dreams hadn’t been so faceless at all. Her face flushed at the idea that she’d felt his long dark hair, rough beard, and talented fingers all over her body as she slept.
A cool breeze fluttered through the tent. Her nipples tightened in response, reminding her she’d fallen asleep last night completely naked. She scrambled for the blanket, pressing it to her chest as though it would undo what he’d already seen.
“Aw, come now, wife. Don’t be like that.”
Her mind stumbled over the word ‘wife’ like a stone. She was a wife now. She was Cillian Fane’s wife. The world felt upside down and inside out as she tried to make sense of her new reality. And Fane, damn him, didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, eyes averted to anywhere but him.
“Yes, you do, lass. I know you do because we wolves have special mind-reading gifts once we’ve married. I can see all your thoughts.”
Cora’s eyes widened. He couldn’t be... There was no way he could...
“You... you... I don’t believe you!” she exclaimed. But she mentally screamed the worst curses she could think of—just in case.
Her husband—husband—grinned like a mischievous child. “Well, that’s good because it’s a lie. I don’t need to read your mind to tell what you’re thinking.”
She scowled, wishing for something large to throw at him. “Oh? What am I thinking, o wise husband?”
“Oh, I’d wager good money you’re cursing me to a life of knots in my tail and piss in my ale. Something evil like that. Am I right?”
The corner of her mouth twitched. “Something like that.”
“Ah, so she can smile. I was beginning to worry.”