leaned in and spoke to her. “Don’t joke now, Meggie. I’ve waited my
whole life for this. I might not have known your face, but I knew you.
You were made for me. Everything I’ve suffered through, I did it to
bring you to me.”
Tears welled in her eyes. She reached up and cupped his face.
He’d gone through hell, and yet she had the distinct feeling he meant
every word he said. He would go through it again if it brought them
together. She suddenly realized that she would do the same. She
would make all the same choices, go through the same pain if it meant
standing here with this man.
“I want to be your wife, Cian Finn. I am so proud to be your
wife.”
Her nipples were hard pebbles as he rolled them between his
thumb and forefinger. He closed his eyes for moment as he cupped
her breasts. She felt his deep satisfaction at the contact and knew he
could sense how much she enjoyed it, too. He molded her breasts with
one hand as he pulled her close with the other. He kissed her, his
tongue singing with his need.
Meg cupped her husband’s erection. She pressed against his cock
as his hips moved helplessly against her hand. He was huge, and she
could already feel his pre-cum beginning to seep from the slit, wetting
his trousers. “Ci, we need to get home.”
“No time,” he said. She found herself on her back looking up at
the green canopy of trees. Cian towered over her. He started to work
on the ties of his pants, his hands shaking slightly. His voice was
perfectly clear, though. It was dark and rich and flowed over her with
command. “Lift your skirts.”
Meg struggled to sit up. He couldn’t mean to do this here. They
were on a well-used trail. “Ci, we’re out in the open.”
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