I’m boneless. Holding me, he rolls until he’s on top and between my legs. Everything is sore, but I ache to feel him inside of me. I ache to only know his touch, never anyone else’s.
Such a pretty thing.
“Hey,” he says, pulling my chin to meet his gaze. His hair is mussed, splotches of blood on his cheek and neck, and yet, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. “Focus on me.”Inhaling, I nod, using his weight as my anchor. He was right—the pain keeps me grounded, but the pleasure is new. It’s addictive. Killian is addictive, and I don’t want to stop. I won’t let those ghosts taint this.
“Are you with me?”
“I’m with you.”
Opening my legs wide, he looks down as he fully sheaths himself inside me with one hard, long, agonizing thrust. I’m tight, body curving upward to meet him for a sloppy kiss, full of my release, blood, and whatever makes Killian, him.
Groaning, he withdraws, snapping his hip again. Every thrust is hard and controlled, meant to brand me. My pussy clenches around him, my nails rake into his back, and he moans into my neck. Every sound turns me on, from his deepest growls to the slapping of wet skin with every push.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Goddamn, you feel too good. Like I’m fucking home.”
I can’t speak, my throat dry. He bites my neck, claiming me, pushing further inside, like he wants to burrow deep, to wheremy heart sits. He’s trying to crack open my chest and take the barely alive organ for himself.
He doesn’t have to try—he already owns it.
Reaching between us, his thumb finds my clit without a glance. “Give me one more.”
“I can’t,” I pant. But I’m lying. My body is tightening as I speak, pain shooting through my center. But it feels good—too fucking much and not enough all at once.
“You can,” he says, stealing another kiss. His fingers don’t stop, and he continues to pump inside me. “One more, baby. Just one more.”
He moves, and my walls flutter. Laughing into my throat, his teeth scrape along my skin. “See? Even your body can’t lie to me.”
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I yank him back down to me, and his eyes heat with barely restrained desire.
“And you listen tomycommands.” I lick my lips, and he watches, transfixed. “Come for me, Pup. Fill me up.”
He growls, moving faster, fingers grinding into me. My pussy clenches, and pressure explodes as I scream his name. Seconds later, Killian groans in my ear, filling me with his cum.
Dropping back, he covers my body, holding me close. Crackling flames with harsh breaths fill the air, and I close my eyes, body heavy. Sated and soft, it’s the first time in weeks I’ve felt safe. The demons won’t get me here, not in Killian’s arms.
“Don’t let them win,” Killian says, drawing his nose over my cheek.
“What?”
“The nightmares.” Leaning on his elbow, still inside me, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t let them break you. You’re too strong for that.”
Blinking away tears, I nod. “I don’t feel very unbreakable.”
I feel the opposite—fragile. Weak.
“You’re the toughest person in this city.” Resting his forehead against mine, he inhales as I exhale. “No blade touches your skin but mine, Maeve. I’ll help you fight back the nightmares, I promise. Just let me help.”
Wrapping my finger around his chain, I tug him closer. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Then I guess we need to figure out birth control going forward.” I have an IUD, implanted by Simon on pain of death, to keep from becoming pregnant by Michael. But it’s getting close to being removed. “You can’t keep coming inside me and think it’s safe.”
Laughing, he shakes his head. “We’ll figure it out. I don’t think I can stop filling you with my cum and watching it leak out.” He pulls back to look. “It’s too fucking hot to ignore. Do you want children?”
I sigh. “No. Not after…” I trail off, and the Reaper softens, reading my message. “It’s fine. We can talk about it.”
“If you don’t want kids, then we don’t have kids.” He rolls us over, tucking me into the crook of his arm. “It’s that easy.”
