Oh God, that feels so good. I need more. Way, way more.
Arching my body even more bowing my back into his touch. “Dean,” I murmur.
“What is it, mo chuisle?” he asks, his breath tickling my skin causing a shiver to run along my spine.
“I need more,” I say quietly.
“Don’t you worry I intend to give you so much more. More than you can ever imagine,” he declares, kissing his way down my body.
With each touch of his lips to my skin I feel myself growing wetter, more than ready to feel him where I need him most.
“I need you,” I plead.
“I know you do, and you’ll have me in due time,” Dean murmurs, widening my legs he settles them on his shoulders. “Mhmm, you smell so sweet, I bet you taste the same.” Leaning forward he swipes his tongue through my slit.
“Dean,” I moan, clenching the sheets in my fist as he does it again before latching on to my clit.
Fingers join his tongue as Dean draws me closer to the edge of something I’ve never known.
As Dean works his fingers inside, hitting me in just the right spot, I scream out in pleasure as I come.
“Now that was even better than I ever expected,” Dean rasps, as he moves to stand at the edge of the bed, he removes his clothes quickly while never taking his eyes from me.
Breathing heavily, I run my gaze along his body stopping on his, oh my that . . . that . . . he’s not going to fit inside me.
Chuckling, Dean moves over me caging my body with his own. “Trust me, mo chuisle, he’ll fit,” he says.
Oh, shit, did I say that out loud?
“Yeah, sweetheart, you did.” Grinning, Dean leans in kissing me gently all while pushing slowly into my core.
Inch by inch he thrusts inside my body and with each one the sensation feels better than the last. I moan in protest when Dean lifts his head. However, when our gazes meet all time stops as he pushes one last time, sinking all the way in. The pain I thought I’d feel ended up only being a slight sting that is instantly dissolved by the pleasure he’s giving me.
Dean’s thrusts begin to become faster as he moves over my body, bringing me closer to yet another orgasm.
“You feel so damn good, sweetheart,” he rasps, his movements becoming more sporadic. Reaching between us he flicks my clit and my body arches into his as he sends me over the edge. Screaming his name as I come with him following right behind me.
I don’t know how long he leans over me. One minute he’s leaning down to kiss me, the next he’s jumping off the bed going for his pants at the same time I hear the disguised click of a gun.
“What a magnificent sight. I look forward to my chance to fuck that cunt as well,” a man’s voice calls out as he comes into view with a gun aimed in our direction.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Kean?” Dean demands, his voice filled with fury as he fastens his pants.
“Considering your family broke the contract with mine as well as killed my son, I find it only fitting I take your newfound bride,” Kean says nonchalantly, waving the gun in his hand around like it were nothing but a toy.
Kean’s eyes come to me and I shrink further on the bed. I pull the sheets around me to conceal my body while I reach out for Dean’s shirt, he’d tossed it carelessly to the side landing halfway on the bed.
“Kean, I suggest you put the gun down and leave now before my men get here,” Dean growls.
Cackling, Kean lifts his gun and I cover my mouth as I scream when he pulls the trigger, barely missing Dean as he moves.
“You think I’m so dumb as to let any of your people see me come in here? Dumb move fucker. I’m a lot smarter than you think I am,” he says toward Dean before turning his focus on me. “Now you, soith, get over here.”
Frozen in my spot, I glance to Dean who’s shaking his head ‘No’ then back to the man holding the gun. What do I do? If I go with Kean there’s a chance for Dean, but if I don’t, he could kill us both.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Kean yells, pulling the trigger this time aiming over my head.
At the same time Dean dives tackling the evil man to the floor, knocking the gun from his hands. The two men wrestle to overpower each other. Kean lands a punch to Dean’s jaw causing him to rear back, yet it’s not enough for him to escape. However, Kean ends up drawing a knife from somewhere on his body.
“Dean,” I scream, finally jumping into motion. I can’t allow this monster to harm the man I only just married mere hours ago. The very same man I allowed to have my body.
Climbing off the bed, I rush for the forgotten gun, lifting it, I aim at Kean at the same time he sinks the knife into my husband. Pulling the trigger, I hit the man in the shoulder forcing him to jerk back.
Glaring at me he gets to his feet. “You’ll pay for that, soith,” he growls, advancing on me. Scared of what he’ll do, I pull the trigger hitting him in the side. Roaring out in pain Kean backs away with a murderous scowl on his face. “Don’t think this is over, you’ll be mine and when you are, I’ll make you beg for mercy.” Turning he rushes out of the room the heavy door slamming shut behind him.
Long seconds later I toss the gun on the bed before falling on my knees next to Dean. “Please be okay,” I cry, holding my hands over the wound to his stomach in an attempt to stop the bleeding. When he doesn’t respond, I
