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I tested and teased her, getting reacquainted with the ways to build her up. That fucking piercing worked goddamn wonders. In minutes, I had her chanting my name as I alternated between sucking, licking, and pushing the boundaries of her pain kink when it came to her clit piercing. My cock fucking throbbed and strained for attention.
Her teeth sunk into her lip to keep quiet as she exploded on my tongue. I gripped her thighs tighter, holding her in place as I kept going. I lapped up everything she gave me and didn’t fucking stop. The tug of her fists in my hair was damn near painful. Her muscles strained as I continued to assault her clit to carry her through her first orgasm and right into a violent second one that left her body shaking hard.
“Breathe,” I whispered as I pulled back. I planted a hand to her sternum, feeling her heart thunder erratically in her chest. Her hand closed around my wrist, clinging to me. I watched her closely as she came down. I kept my body away from hers and added no additional stimulation. Genevieve was touch-sensitive, offering incredible ways to push her body's limits and orgasms. But it also meant she was easily overstimulated if I didn’t pay attention. “Just breathe for me, princess.”
Her fingers tightened around my wrist, and she yanked me forward. Her mouth fused to mine in a hungry kiss, her tongue sweeping over mine. I groaned. I fucking loved her unhinged like this. While I loved the way Genevieve submitted and obeyed when we played, there was something about the way she took control that made my blood boil. I loved it when she took whatever the hell she wanted. It was such a rare and fucking beautiful thing.
“Please,” Genevieve said against my mouth. She rushed through undoing my jeans, and the minute her fingers curled around my dick, I damn near came right there. Fuck me. The things this woman did to me. “I want you, Killian.”
“You’ll always have me,” I told her. Because that was the fucking truth. I kissed my way down her body as I got off the bed. She was out of that damn bralette before I had the chance to find my footing. Hungry eyes watched as I shoved off my jeans. My cock sat heavy in my hand as I slowly stroked my length tip to base and back again.
Climbing onto her knees, she crawled closer. Her fingers trailed up my side as she admired my tattoos. Just her touch had my heart fucking hammering in my chest. And the way she pressed her lips to my compass tattoo did nothing to help the matter.
My hand closed around her throat, squeezing hard enough to make a difference. Those gorgeous fucking eyes fluttered shut, and her lips popped open as the euphoric sensation settled over her. I skimmed my knuckles down the length of her body, enjoying the little shiver that rolled through her. I circled her clit as my lips dusted her cheek.
“That’s it, princess,” I whispered against her ear. I wanted her shaking, soaked, and utterly satisfied long before my dick was ever inside her. “Let go, Genevieve.”
I nipped her ear, enjoying the raspy little moan that fell out of her. Her hips rocked against my hand, and I picked up my speed, making sure to pay extra attention to her piercing. Nails bit into my sides as she lost control.
“You should see how fucking pretty you are when you come on my hand, princess,” I said. I slid my hand around the back of her neck and dragged her mouth against mine.
“You should see how pretty I’d look with your dick inside me,” Genevieve replied breathlessly. Oh, Jesus fuck, this woman would be the death of me.
A growl ripped through me as I slung an arm around her waist and damn near tackled her to the fucking bed. Her legs hooked around my hips as I lined myself up. I gave an inch, sliding into her pussy and pausing to stare down the lengths of our bodies. God, she was so fucking tight. It took everything I had not to take what I wanted.
“I said inside me, Killian.” That confidence and demand in her tone was a fucking turn-on—as if I wasn’t hard enough already.
“I know what you said, princess.” I kissed her briefly as I slid another inch inside her. “But I’m not done making you come before I fuck you. Now, be a good girl and come all over my cock.”
Reaching between us, I found her swollen clit once more. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she gasped. Her hips rocked upward at the contact, dragging me in deeper. I bit back a groan at the heat coiling around my spine. I was determined to hold my resolve. She’d come again, even if it killed me.
But thank fuck she was right there and didn’t test my goddamn resolve.
As her muscles pulsed around my dick and as she chanted my name, I thrust into her.
“Yes!” Genevieve gasped. “Don’t stop. Killian! Please, don’t stop!”
My control fucking shattered with that request. I drove into her hard and fast. The headboard hit the wall, and her cries grew louder as I carried her straight past the boundaries of that orgasm. I clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Don’t you hold back on me, princess,” I growled. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
Her legs rode up my sides, and her knees bracketed my rib cage as she changed the angle. I was relentless, sweat soaking my skin as a liquid heat dripped down my spine. I was so goddamn close. Her muscles fluttered and contracted around my dick, her cries turning to screams behind my hand.
I fucking came undone. The intense rush damn near stopped my heart as I sank deep inside her, filling her with every drop of cum I had to offer. Breathing hard, I stayed there, unable to move and needing a moment.
I leaned down to kiss her and stopped at the trail of silent tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’d been too much.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. I pulled out slowly and peeled away from her, trying to minimize the sensations. I laid down next to her and set a hand on her sternum. Fuck, her heart was beating so fast. “Just breathe for me, Genevieve.”
Those gorgeous eyes found mine in the dark. That look on her face broke my fucking heart. It wasn’t the first time we’d gone through this. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t my fault, but that didn’t take away the in-the-moment guilt.
“Hold me?” she asked quietly, and I nodded, opening my arms to her. She rolled into me, burying her face in my neck as I wrapped my arms tight around her.
I remained still and let her take from me what she needed. However, when her silent tears turned to painful sobs, I had a feeling it had nothing to do with overstimulation and everything to do with regret.
Chapter 47
Genevieve
