“No,” he demands. Resting his forehead against mine, he presses the tip of his cock inside me, and my vision fucking blackens as my body tenses at the intrusion. “You love me. You do. Fuckingsayit.”
Breathing heavily, I hold his chin, forcing our eyes to lock. “And if you leave again?”
“I won’t.”
“You can’t promise that.” My heart constricts, completely at odds with how badly I want him fully inside me. I’d make a small sacrifice for it.
“I belong to you,” he whispers, slowly inching. It’s a delicious burn as I stretch and my mouth falls open. “Carve your name into my chest, Maeve. Put your mark on me. You’re the only one I bleed for. The only one who can command me. The only one who fuckingownsme.”
He slams into me, pinning me to the wood. Fucking Christ, he feels good—too good. I can’t breathe, can’t think.
This is what being with Killian Linwood was always like—so much pain, so much pleasure, that the ghosts could never intrude.
Handing me my knife, its edge tinted red, he holds still.
“You don’t mean that,” I gasp, feeling every inch of him. His cock, the way his abs contract against my soft stomach. His arms—hard and lean—cocoon around me, my personal shield.
“I do.” Holding my stare, he pulls away, excruciatingly slowly.
“And if you leave again?”
Tightening his hand around mine, he holds it to his throat.
“Then kill me,” he instructs. “I’d rather be dead than ever be without you again, Princess.”
Drawing my hand to his chest, he directs me to his left pectoral. With his pressure, I do as he says, carving my initials into his skin:MGO. Forever etched, he truly belongs to me now.
He picks up his pace, holding me against the wall, fucking me mercilessly. Bodies slick with sweat, I’m smeared with his blood, and charcoal covers my hips. He licks my neck, and I twist his rings, tugging them with each thrust.
I don’t last long. He feels perfect—a part of me returning home. Head dropping back, I close my eyes as the orgasm crashes over me.
Gripping my neck, Killian forces me to look at him. “No. Don’t hide. I get to see this—I get to see you coming on my cock. I’veearnedthis.”
I shatter, falling apart as he pounds into me. As my orgasm dissipates, he growls into my neck, finishing inside me with one brutal thrust.
Breathing into his neck, I gulp down air, body warm and full. This feels right, having the most dangerous man bowing for me.
“What does this mean?” he asks, bodies intertwined.
“This means,” I begin, drawing my fingers over his shoulders. “That you belong to me, Pup. And I belong to you.”
Surging forward, he captures my lips, cradling my head as if something precious. His tongue sweeps along mine, tasting ofblood and my essence. Sinking against him, I let his touch burn through me, erasing all traces of doubt or fear.
I will not hide from this.
Yanking him back, I stare into his eyes as I say, “If you leave me again, I will fucking kill you.”
He smiles, lips swollen. “Good. Because only death could keep me from you.”
26
KILLIAN
Standing in the early morning sun, I let the rays warm my shoulder blades. Holding the cigarette to my lips, I can still taste Maeve on my tongue. Like danger and sin, I don’t ever want to forget how she floods my mouth, or how her thighs wrap around my head.
I don’t believe in heaven, but I’m sure it exists between her legs.
Inhaling deeply, the smoke fills my lungs. The nicotine sings in my blood, and the burn warms my chest. I hold it one second too long—before blowing it out to mix into the cool air. Something to remind me of what it’s like to be alive.
