Who is this and what has he done with my innocent, sweet Killien?
“Is that so?” I try to act cool, but I’m a minute away from another orgasm. This naughty side of him I’ve never seen before gets under my skin in the most delicious way. “Have you been thinking about what you’d say to me, or is this spontaneous?”
“Both,” he chuckles, before pulling me in for another deep, passionate kiss.
I let him guide the movements of my hips. With each squeeze of his hand, I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. Giving him control of what we’re doing turns me on way too much, apparently. I become a panting mess on top of him, trying by all means not to come again.
Killien pulls his lips back and presses his nose against mine, still forcing me to hump him. We’re so close that I can taste his breath. Our gazes remain locked on each other’s in a moment so intense I feel myself almost slipping down the abyss. The way he looks at me makes my heart skip a beat; like I’m precious, like he can’t get enough, like he’s enjoying getting to see this side of me.
There’s a connection between us, something that goes so far back I don’t even know when it started, or how. But it’s there, and it shows in the way my body reacts to him with the most intense pleasure. I’m right on the edge; exposed, vulnerable, and drowning in the surging ecstasy. The silence that surrounds us is almost complete, except for my ragged breaths and the subtle squeak of the leather seat underneath us as Killien drags my body back and forth against his.
“Let it go,” he whispers, a wicked smile on his lips.
I bite the insides of my cheeks, trying to force myself to calm down. But it’s futile; my body wants to obey him. With one more forced movement of my hips, I’m pushed over the edge. Pleasure takes over me while my cock throbs and spills once more.
I rub my nose against his, trembling and falling apart for him, just like he wanted. The noises coming out of me are completely unfiltered; high-pitched, desperate whimpers I wouldn’t let anyone else hear. It feels so good, so much more intense than it should. He struggles to catch his breath while he stares at my face, taking in every single twitch of my muscles. My cheeks heat up, but I don’t look away.
I can’t keep coming just from this. It’s fucking pathetic. I’m so weak for him.
A deep groan escapes Killien’s lips as he lets go of my butt to pull his boxers down. While I catch my breath, I help him out of his underwear. My eyes linger on his pulsing erection for a while. How can someone’s cock be so beautiful? Of course, it’s attached to Killien, so ithasto be perfect. Still, it’s bigger and prettier than I dreamed of.
I swallow hard as my hand wraps around his shaft, stroking him gently a few times. It’s almost like I’m suddenly an inexperienced teenager again, forgetting how to do this properly while my heart races. Killien groans, biting the corner of his lower lip and staring at me with burning fire in his eyes. And I’m already getting hard again just at the sight of him all turned on by my touch. I lived this exact moment a million times in my mind, but reality is just superior.
His scent intoxicates me as I bring my lips to the tip of his cock. It’s sweet and . . . kind of citrusy? I stick out my tongue and lick his precum. A burning electric shock of pleasure shoots down my spine. He tastes so good, so much better than anyone else. Sweet, but not sickly so. The accent note of his essencereminds me a lot of tangerine, somehow. I can’t seem to find anything else to compare it to.
I start laughing at that.
Seriously?
A ginger man who tastes like fucking tangerine?
That’s wild.
“Having fun?” Killien chuckles, unbothered by my weird reaction.
“You taste like tangerine.” I snort, burying my face in his thigh while I continue to laugh.
“What?” He’s laughing too, his cock wiggling in my hand. “Why tangerine? Can’t it be something that isn’t . . . orange?”
I don’t know why vampires taste sweet, or why we all have a characteristic flavor; there must be some kind of science to it, I’m sure. But it’s not something I can understand. Maybe it’s just to make our lives easier and ensure that we feed from each other. Because human blood doesn’t taste very good, to be honest.
I sit back on my heels, still laughing. The moment feels magical, our car suddenly filled with our giggles while we stare at each other. His smile is the best thing I’ve ever seen, just like this moment of intimacy is the best thing I’ve ever experienced. There’s no need to act up, to hide anything. We just find it funny, so we laugh. Simple.
“What do I taste like?” I tease him, forcing my laugh down and resuming my slow strokes on his rock-hard cock.
“Honey,” he sighs, distracted by the movement of my hand. “Smoked honey and mint, I’d say.”
His words hit me like a truck, but I manage to keep a straight face. Jacob is the first thing that comes to my mind when I hear the wordhoney. My stomach turns into a painful knot, but I don’t want to think about that right now. Not when I finally have Killien like I’ve always wanted him.
I lean forward and take his cock into my mouth, feeling him squirm underneath me in surprise. That certainly makes me forget. And he really does taste like freaking tangerine on top of his skin’s natural essence. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t get enough of it as I take as much of him as I can.
“Oh, fuck—” Killien hisses, one of his hands reaching for my hair and touching it softly.
I relax around him until he’s all the way in, nestled in my throat. He’s big, yes, but I can accommodate him.
Hell, I’d break my jaw to fit his cock if I had to.
Moving up slowly, I let Killien slip out of my mouth, only to swallow him whole again. The sound he makes as I do it has my dick twitching between my thighs. My confidence quickly returns with the way he reacts to me.
