Page 86 of Fractured Memories

“I don’t care that I forgot my life before you. I had no family, no friends. It wasn’t worth remembering.” She shifts so she is straddling me. “But everything that happened between us? I want to know.”

Even though I usually hate talking, this request brings a smile to my face.

I twirl a curl around my finger. “From the beginning?”

She nods. “All of it.”

And like I always swore I would, I give Eden what she asks for—everything. It feels right that we are sitting on the heated patio beneath the stars as I tell her.

Staring deep into her amber eyes, I watch every emotion play out as I tell her how we met, how slowly I won her over, how I made her mine. I’m lost in how she absorbs every detail, laughing or rolling her eyes at me. And with every memory I share, it feels like the last of the connection we were missing clicks into place. She might not vividly remember everything, but it’s there now, every detail that makes us us.

I’ve just finished recounting how we basically tormented Rohan for his birthday two months after we got married when my voice starts to drift off. I don’t know how I’ll keep going as my mind jumps to the next major event.

“He put salt in Lochlan’s sweets for a week after.” I drop my gaze, swallowing hard. “But he got over it. Rohan always does.”

She giggles sweetly, and I love the sound. Even though this night has been oddly vulnerable, it’s been worth it. Eden is worth everything.

“And…well, you know the rest.” The light mood seems to fade with those words. With one reminder. We’ve been trying to move past it, but it’s not that simple when it changed our entire relationship.

“Kieran,” she whispers. One hand slides up my chest until she reaches my jaw, tilting my face up. I’m forced to meet her gaze, which is filled with so much emotion that it feels like the last four months didn’t happen. “Thank you.”

I shake my head. “You deserved to know it all.”

But Eden knows me too damn well. I don’t have to admit how hard it was to relive each part of us when I thought that I might never get it back. She knows. Just like she knows that when I'm feeling this unbearably vulnerable, I don’t need her words to soothe that pain.

Which is why I’m relieved when she doesn’t argue with me. Instead, she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss that relaxes my entire body.

My hands slide around to her arse, gripping the skin that her tiny suit barely covers. Not that I have a problem with it when she grinds over me, rocking against my quickly hardening cock. This is the connection I need after that long talk, to feel her against me and remember that she’s mine again.

I break the kiss, dropping my mouth down her neck as Eden reaches up to undo the ties of her top. The scraps of fabric fall away, and her hands are in my hair, tugging at my scalp. She’s trying to take control, and I growl against her skin, teeth scraping along her neck.

She whimpers when I pull back, pulling her hands off of me. Her heavy-lidded gaze meets mine as I pin her hands behind her back, holding her wrists in one of mine and forcing her back to bow a little. It pushes her tits forward, and she looks so damn good.

“Why do you think you are in control, wife?” Her hips roll, and I chuckle. “I’ll take my time with your body, and you will wait patiently. Or I won’t let you sink down on my cock at all tonight.”

“Kieran.” Her tone is pleading, and it makes my dick jump. “Please.”

A laugh rumbles through my chest. “Don’t pretend you don’t like being at my mercy, Eden. I bet you are dripping just from the promise of getting fucked.” Bringing my free hand to the ties on her bottoms, I pull either side. Like the needy little thing she is, she lifts her hips out of the way without being asked. “Let’s see.”

I brush my thumb over her clit, and Eden jolts at the movement. Her head falls back, curls cascading down her back as she cries out.

“So good.” I press against her, slowly dragging down. “Do you still want the control, mo chuisle?”

“No,” she pants. “I want you to use me. I want you to remind me that I belong to you.”

Her words are tempting, but I don’t think she’s desperate enough yet. I’d rather wait until tears of frustration are streaking down her cheeks and her body is shaking as she begs for release.

My thumb still in place but not moving, I lean forward and kiss across her collarbone. Eden tries to writhe against me, but I lift my hand away when she does. She huffs, stilling when she doesn’t get her way, and I apply pressure again. Just not in the way she wants.

Dragging my teeth over her smooth skin, I move down to her breasts. Her chest is already heaving with labored breaths, and I sink my teeth into the soft flesh. A beautiful groan rips free of her, and I bite down harder.

Eden starts to squirm, and I know I’m driving her mad. Which was my intention.

That’s why I move a little lower and bite again. And again. Before sucking her tight nipple into my mouth and flicking my tongue over the peak. No amount of pleading speeds up the process, and a sweat has broken out on her skin by the time I pull away, admiring her red skin littered with teeth marks.

“Kieran, please.” Her bottom lip is swollen from biting on it. “Let me ride your cock. I want my husband’s cock so bad.”

She knows the right words to make me want to give in. But she’s too coherent, and I’m not on the edge of utterly breaking yet. So, I move to her other breast, grinning when she screams in frustration. The sound quickly morphs with the first bite, agitation and need lacing every little noise as I move down to her nipple.