Grinning, he crushes me to the wall, blade against my thigh.
“I always knew you were made for me,” he muses. “Every wretched part of you belongs to fuckingme.”
I can only nod. Try as I might, as angry as I am, my body only works under his touch. My mind clears with his words. My heart only beats for him.
The knife slips under my skirt, sawing away at the fabric. I gasp, glaring at him.
The bastard winks. “Don’t worry. I’ll use it on you next.”
I grow uncomfortably wet.Hell.
Once the skirt is fully cut, he slides it out from me, keeping his body over mine. Without warning, he strips off his shirt, the gold pendant swinging in the dim light.
“Now,” he says, voice dark. “Tell me again, Princess. Tell me to get on my knees and eat your pussy until you can’t fucking stand straight. I’mbeggingyou.”
Laughing, I run a hand over his chest, over his piercings, and clutch the back of his head. “You’re beggingmenow?”
“I would beg to taste you on my hands and knees,” he replies easily. “I would plead my life to you for one fucking taste.” Leaning close, his lips brush mine. “Please.Pleaselet me taste you.”
How can I say no to that?
Tugging him down, it doesn’t take much for Killian to kneel. Running his hands over my leg, he places open-mouth kisses against any piece of skin he can touch. Taking one leg, he throwsmy knee over his shoulder, and he breathes at the apex of my thighs.
Cheeks red, I adjust to the angle.
He savors me, tongue running over my panties. A fucking tease, his teeth nip and dare, but don’t touch me. Frustrated, a little whimper leaves my lips, and he chuckles.
“So impatient.”
Flipping the knife between his fingers, he reopens the scar on my leg, redrawing the K in his initials. The bright red blooms like a wild peony, and his tongue laps at the blood.
My body ignites, the spike of pain doused by the intense pleasure. His tongue, his touch, all of it set my nerves on fire and my pussy flutters. I forgot how much I missed this—him—and the way he savors me. He could have me for the rest of his life, and he’ll still never tire of it.
Opening his mouth, he shows me the blood on his lips before he winks. I gulp, throat dry.
“Hold on to me, Princess,” he warns, before he slides my panties to the side and dives in.
The moment his tongue meets my flesh, I’m lost. The dullness of the room brightens, color floods my vision, and I groan, completely swept away by the Reaper in front of me.
He doesn’t take it easy on me. He moans as my taste floods his mouth, pulling my hips up. His tongue spears inside of me, lapping at every available spot. Nibbling on my folds, I buck, chasing his tongue.
He flicks his tongue against my clit, and I throw my head back, an orgasm crashing over me with such intensity, I lose the ability to hear. Or maybe that’s because I yell so loudly that the room shakes.
Laughing, he continues to play until the orgasm stops, but he doesn’t release me. I pant, body on fire and tight with need. Holy fuck. I forgot how much I enjoyed that.
Looking up, kneeling before me, the Reaper is a dark god praying before me. His chin, stained red, glistens as his fingers massage my thighs, and he places chaste kisses on my knees.
“Tell me,” he murmurs quietly. “Tell me, Princess.”
“I already told you?—”
“Tell me you love me.”
Releasing a stuttering breath, he places my legs down before lifting me into his arms. With one hand, he drops his jeans, cock bobbing angrily between us.
“Say it.” He moves me, teasing my slit, and I moan.
“Killian—”
