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He took her trembling chin in his hand, staring at her for a long moment. And she let him. For the first time, she truly let him see all the torment, the shame, the regret. Everything she had deemed as weak for so long, marking her as unworthy.
He did not flinch. He leaned closer until his lips rested on her forehead.
Elyse let out an exhale that she had been holding for months.
They sat there like that for a long time, Killian with his head pressed to hers, Elyse holding onto his shirtfront as if she never wanted to let go. Because she didn’t. At that moment, there was no Ymaritis, no Lazarus, no warrant for her arrest. There was only the soft cadence of the tent rustling in the breeze, and the distant crackle of the fire.
There was only him, and there was only her.
She looked up and found his eyes mere inches from hers, his lips closer. An eternity seemed to pass as they gazed at one another, and Elyse savored every moment of it. She held her breath, her lips parted slightly, and closed her tired eyes.
First, she felt Killian’s kiss on one corner of her lips, then the other. He kissed her nose, her brow, then turned her head slightly to kiss her jaw. His thumb caressed the flesh of her bottom lip, and she exhaled. That simple touch had her core heating, her skin tingling.
Slowly, his hand migrated to the back of her neck, and his lips moved closer to hers until they were finally touching.
His kiss was gentle and slow, as if they had all the time in the world. He wove his fingers through her hair, and Elyse’s lips parted, deepening their kiss. She released her hold on his shirt and let her hands rove over his strong chest.
At the movement, Killian growled against her lips, sending tantalizing shivers down her spine. With his free hand, he gripped her backside and pulled her onto his lap. Elyse obliged, wrapping her legs around his hips and pressing closer to his body.
Their last time together had been fueled by a confusing mixture of lust and hatred. But this was different. This was gentle yet powerful, slow yet unyielding. This was the first taste of a fine wine before melting into a drunken oblivion.
Her hands acted of their own accord, pulling off Killian’s shirt, then her own. He immediately pressed a hand to her breast, massaging it in a way that coaxed a moan from her. She felt him grow hard against her, and she kissed him again, this time sliding her tongue against his mouth.
Killian pushed her on her back, pressing his full length against her. His hand moved up and down her body, as if he wanted to touch all of her at once. As if he couldn’t get enough of her.
It was the same way her own hands traveled across his skin, taking in every curve of his muscles, even the scarred skin of his chest. She tangled her hand in his hair and pulled him closer, gasping at the sensation of her nipples grazing his chest.
They were both panting now as lust overtook them completely. One look from Killian, and Elyse lifted her hips to help him remove her pants. He sat up and threw his own trousers to the floor before touching Elyse’s knee, spreading her legs, and climbing on top of her.
He lowered his lips to hers, then kissed his way to her neck, her ear, all while she felt him throbbing between her legs. The anticipation killed her. She needed him inside her. And yet, she would wait as long as he demanded. She would let him tease her for an eternity. Her body was his, now and forever.
Killian moved a hand down her stomach, pausing to caress her hip with the back of his fingers. She shuddered with pleasure, and she could feel him smile against her skin.
His hand moved to her thigh, and she held her breath as he dragged his finger closer to her center. As his fingers met their mark at the apex of her thighs, she gasped and pulled his face to hers.
“Don’t hold back,” she murmured against his ear. And she meant it. She wanted to experience everything they had missed out on over these past two months. She wanted nothing between them—no inhibitions, no insecurity, just raw intimacy and passion.
Killian didn’t need her to explain. He turned his face to hers and nipped at her bottom lip as he plunged one finger inside her. Elyse groaned as a life’s worth of pent-up aggression escaped her. He circled her most sensitive area with his thumb as he continued working his finger inside her, and Elyse writhed atop the bed. Then he slid a second finger inside, provoking a gasp from her, and began pumping furiously.
Elyse could feel her pleasure building with each flick of his fingers. She bit her lip to contain her cries as her hips bucked helplessly. Hell’s gates, she never wanted him to stop. But right as she was about to reach her climax, he withdrew.
Elyse immediately grasped for him, needing him, wrapping her hand around the length of him. A shiver licked its way up her spine. Having his girthy member in her hands was equally as exhilarating as being touched by him. She reveled in the way his body seemed to both tense and relax against her as she stroked him in smooth motions.
As she dragged her fingers up and down just the way he liked, she savored every inch, fantasizing about how intoxicating it would feel to finally have him again. She was practically squirming with the heat of anticipation. Killian let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a snarl. It wasn’t long before he reached down and removed her hand. He interlaced their fingers and pinned her hand beside her head as he ground himself against her.
“If I’m not going to hold back,” he said, his voice low and guttural, “then you can’t either.”
Elyse’s toes curled. Killian positioned himself at her entrance, but went no further.
“No hiding your face,” he explained. “No holding in your screams—”
“Killian,” Elyse gasped.
His answering growl at the sound of his name on her lips tumbled through her chest.
“But the others…” she protested feebly as her hips gyrated, aching for more of him.
Killian lifted his head. The curve of his lips was mischievous.
