Page 181 of Sins of Innocence

And that’s when he grabs something else from the bed and lifts it.

The silver chain.

Something glitters from the dangling ends. Butterflies. There are little loops about six inches from each butterfly. He stretches one loop out and slides it over my engorged nipple, then tightens it.

It aches at first and then the ache morphs into a dark and intense pleasure, radiating from my nipple outward. He does the same thing to my other nipple and I look down at my chest my entire body blushing at the image I make with nipple rings attached to my hard buds.

The butterflies dangle down from each trapped nipple and the pretty silver chain falls in an arc between them.

Kieran's face contorts with near demonic lust and that sends wetness gushing from my core.

He takes the center of the arced chain between his thumb and forefinger and tugs, sending a powerful zing of sensation straight to pussy.

Suddenly, I am so hungry to have him filling me I beg. "Please, Kieran. I need you inside me."

"Soon." He tugs the chain again and I moan.

He does it again. And again. And again. Eliciting moans and cries from me while I soak the sheet with my juices.

"You like this?" he taunts.

"Kieran," I whimper. "You know I do."

"You’re so pretty this way. Your nipples are meant for jewelry. If you get them pierced, I'll buy diamond rings for them to match the one on your hand."

Atavistic fear mixes with increased arousal and I stare at him my mouth opening and closing before I ask "You want me to get my nipples pierced?"

"I want so many things with you." He circles my nipple and then traces his hand up the slope of my breast. "I want my mark here."

"What kind of mark?" I ask breathlessly.

Right now I would give him anything, but I have a feeling, that even if I wasn't passion drunk, I'd feel the same.

"A triquetra."

"That's a Celtic trinity knot, right?" I'm not as up on my Irish lore as mom, but even I know that.

"It represents family. The one you've given me."

"I thought it was an eternity symbol." I gasp as he tugs on one of the butterflies.

"Your soul is entwined with mine for eternity." He tugs harder and I arch my back in blissful ecstasy.

My heart squeezes. "You want to mark me as yours for eternity?"

Color burnishes his taught cheekbones and he doesn’t answer. But he doesn't have to.

"I am yours, big guy. And if you want me to wear a mark that says that, I will." I pause and then add. "As long as you get one too."

"Anywhere you want it," he promises.

What I really want is to put my mark on his heart, but I say, "Inside your left wrist."

Right over the artery that comes directly from his heart.

Without answering, Kieran surges deep into my body in one long, hard thrust. I'm so slick and ready, there's no sting as my vaginal walls stretch to accommodate him.

He makes love to me like his feelings are as deeply engaged as mine and for just a little while, I let myself pretend they are.