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That heat from earlier . . . it was nothing. Nothing compared to the consuming, white-hot need racing through me that was getting hotter. Tighter.
I trembled, a whispered cry catching in my throat when the beginnings of my orgasm pulsed through my body.
My eyes fluttered open in time to see Kieran’s hand snaking across the chains and gripping the hilt of the blade.
My heart skipped painfully. I tried to force that breath of a cry into a scream, but nothing would come out. I just watched in horrified denial as Kieran wrenched the knife out of the chains and dropped his hands to my hips in the same instant.
Before I could catch my breath, my arms were falling around Kieran’s neck and the blade was flat against my thigh. And Kieran was smashing me back against the wall with an inhuman growl as he thrust into me, pushing me over the edge.
I shook almost violently from the mixture of adrenaline coursing through my body and the force of my orgasm. Their combination making each other greater until pleasure was all I knew.
I whimpered when he suddenly moved me away from the wall, my thighs tightening weakly around him when he began lowering me until my back hit the bed.
The movements were so fluid, even with me in his arms, that I never noticed him take a step or turn us.
A delicious moan slid up my throat when he rolled his hips slowly but forcefully against me, the sound cutting off when I felt my bra snap open from the front. And then he was pulling the shirt higher up my arms and above my head, giving me my first look at him.
He looked like a lethal contradiction.
So calm. So savagely animalistic.
Eyes wild. Yet lifeless.
He was terrifying. And he was beautiful.
I lifted my head, pressing my mouth to his and crying out when his slow movements shifted. Giving me everything I’d begged him for.
He raked his teeth over my bottom lip, biting roughly and drawing a sharp inhale from me. Then his mouth was moving over my jaw and down my throat, and his hands were tightening on my forearms. A visceral growl sounded from somewhere deep within him as he ground his hips roughly against mine once . . . twice . . . and then found his release inside me.
“I love you.”
His hushed confession replayed in my mind, mixing with my own.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I ached to say the words, but some part of my destroyed soul choked them back.
They felt like freedom and clarity.
They felt like premonitions and death.
My body shuddered lightly beneath him when he slowly pulled out of me and shifted so his painfully handsome face was directly above mine again.
I was spent. I was already sore in the most amazing way. And I was in awe of him . . . of us.
There had been those moments of lingering fear when we began, but I hadn’t thought about the control I’d given up once he’d taken control.
And Kieran . . .
I studied his expression and quickly realized he was still consumed by something else entirely.
That same savage calm was covering his face. That heavy silence filled the room and pressed down on us like a dark cocoon.
Lifting my head, I brushed my mouth against his jaw, then whispered in his ear, “Kieran.”
His grip tightened on my arms.
“Kieran, come back to me.”
