86 What Maeve wants ( warning this is a heavy chapter and some R18 content)

"Oh, Lugh!" Maeve gasped as he stormed out of the sea, his stride sharp against the rocky sand.

But he didn't stop.

His storm-gray eyes locked onto her, his wet auburn hair dripping onto his broad shoulders. His coat flowing regally behind him, reflected the sunlight.

Before she could react, he seized her chin, tilting her face up to his.

And then, he kissed her.

It was hungry, possessive—the kind of kiss that stole her breath. His frustration was palpable, crackling in the air like the prelude to a storm.

Maeve barely had time to gasp before he swept her into his arms, carrying her with purpose toward the royal tower they now shared. He had to mark her as his today.

His aura was one of frustration and wild savagery. It wasn't something she was used to at all.

Then he threw her down rather abruptly onto the bed, causing her to bounce. She grabbed at her wedding gown as he began to lift it off of her.