Page 51 of Guarding Salvation

Bram had never fucked gentle, and he loved the raw animalistic fucking between them, but he almost loved the gentle side as much. She was perfect in every way. She was his and he’d burn down the world before he let anyone take her from him.

As his climax built, he twisted his hips, hitting her clit with his pelvic bone and her walls tightened around his dick, almost strangling him until he saw stars and her cry of pleasure set off his own orgasm.

As his movements slowed, he captured her lips in a long, slow kiss. Pulling away he saw her smiling her eyes closed. “You good?”

“Yep.” Her voice was mellow, her face relaxed as he pulled away.

“Be right back.”

He dealt with the condom and walked back to the bedroom, climbing in beside Aoife and pulling her into his arms as she draped over him like a human blanket.

“I think I died and went to heaven.”

Bram barked a laugh as he squeezed her butt cheek.

Aoife snuggled closer, her leg flopping over his waist. “When can we do that again?”

Bram looked down at her in awe as she tried to hide her face in his chest. “Get some rest, Irish, while I regain my strength. Then I’ll wake you with my mouth between your legs.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Bram held her in his arms as she let sleep take her, knowing that in the space of twenty-four hours he’d gone from not knowing if he could make it work between them, to knowing he couldn’t live without this woman. He wondered if it was how Rory felt about Lana and Jack about Astrid. He didn’t know but knew he’d end the life of anyone who ever tried to hurt her again, and if that made him a monster then so be it.

Chapter 21

After three weeks of silence with no threats from her father or signs of his men, Aoife was beginning to relax. Spending most of her days helping either Lana or Mrs Murrel, she was growing to love it there. She’d figured she had a talent for baking and loved learning new recipes and Mrs Murrel loved to show her, passing on little tips that she wished she’d been able to learn from her own mother.

Snow and Titan were still there and spent a lot of time around the estate, some with Bram, other times doing their own thing. She’d liked getting to know Lana and Snow, not having had many friends her own age apart from Peyton, who she’d only spoken to once since they left Longtown.

Her nights were spent with Bram. He was insatiable, which was perfect because she couldn’t get enough of him. He was tender, sweet, but also had a dark edge which she loved. She was never sure if he was going to make love to her or fuck her and she loved both. Sex had gone from being something she could take or leave to something she craved, although she was sure it was the man himself who she craved.

“You ready to go?”

Aoife looked up to see Bram waiting in the kitchen door, a bag slung over his back.

“We’re going somewhere?”

He moved closer, wrapping his hand around the ponytail she wore and tilting her head back, his teeth nipping her bottom lip. “I want to show you something.”

Aoife smirked. “Oh, yeah, I think I’ve heard that line before, and I’ve seen it.” Her hand snaked between them and cupped his dick, which hardened beneath her hand.

The hiss from his lips vibrated along her jaw as he rocked his body against her. “Much as I want to take you upstairs and make use of this hard-on you created, I want to show you this more.”

Intrigued now, Aoife pulled away.

“Get a warm coat and boots on. We’re going outside.”

Aoife did both and Bram met her at the door with a quad bike.

“I’m not getting on that death trap!”

Bram chuckled. “Don’t be dramatic.”

Aoife climbed on behind him and held on for dear life. “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.”

Bram turned his head to look at her. “I won’t let you die, Irish.” The look he gave her was determined and Aoife wondered if he was still talking about the quad bike or something else.

Bram drove them skilfully over the hilly terrain of the estate, heading deeper into the woods than they’d gone before. The day was cold, with frost hanging onto the trees, the sun bright but freezing, making it seem beautiful, like a Christmas card.