Page 68 of Dagger’s Shield

That word was quickly becoming my favorite.

After donning a condom, I started at her ankle and kissed my way up one leg, stopping between them to use my fingers to ease her open. I left my hand there but trailed kisses from the soft crease of her thigh, down her other leg. After putting my mouth on her pussy again, I crawled up her body, put one hand on her throat, and fucked her mouth with my tongue. I positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance with my other hand and eased inside. Her whimpers grew louder as I slowly stretched her tight hole before thrusting as deep as I could go. Her back arched, and her pelvis rose.

“Let me in, baby,” I murmured as I eased deeper. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“You’re so fucking big.”

We both smiled, and I pushed harder. This time, all of me was inside her.

“Killian. I need you to move.” Her nails pressed into the flesh of my arse, but I remained still.

“Not yet, mon feu.” I waited until her body softened, then increased my pace, pulling almost all the way out, then in again.

Maëlle’s whimpers grew louder, and her heat clenched harder around me. I worked her through her orgasm and kept going, gentler, until she came again, slower and deeper than the first. When she screamed my name and her pussy flooded my cock for the second time, I came with her, pumping every last drop of my release into the condom. As I stilled, my mind raced with the idea of nothing between us. Me filling her, and the two of us creating a new life. The thought should’ve terrified me. Instead, it made me yearn for the day we could make it happen.

“How do you feel?” I asked as I eased my cock free, removed the condom, and rolled a second on when I was immediately hard again.

Her lower lip protruded. “Empty.”

“Then, do something about it.” I rolled to my back, and she straddled me. “Ride me, Maëlle.” I licked my thumb and pressed it against her clit while I held myself so she could ease down on me. I kept my hands on her waist as she began to move. Her breasts swayed, making my mouth water.

“Make yourself come,” I said through gritted teeth as I struggled against my tightening balls. “I want to see you.” When I planted my feet and thrust up into her, she screamed my name for the second time. Before her orgasm ended, I rolled us, then slammed into her over and over, until I exploded with a release more powerful than the first.

I eased out and landed on my back but with my hand between her legs. When I cupped her and felt how drenched she was, my mouth watered again, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d have to taste her. “Are you all right?” I asked when she covered her eyes with her arm.

“I think so. However, I can’t remember my name.”

I grinned. “It’ll come to you. What about mine? Can you remember it?”

She turned her head, and her eyes bored into mine. “If I live to be one hundred, I will never ever forget your name.”

I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her palm. “And I will never forget yours, mon feu. Do you want to know why?”

She bit her bottom lip. “I’m not certain I do.”

“I’ll tell you anyway. Because when you’re one hundred and I’m one hundred and four, we’ll still wake up beside each other every day and I’ll say, ‘Good morning, Maëlle.’”

“Promise?”

I brought my hand to my chest. “Cross my heart.” I got to my knees, but before I could say the three words I knew she wasn’t ready to hear, I spread her legs and settled between them.

“Again?” she asked with wide eyes.

“For the next week, every time you move, I want you to remember how it felt to have me inside you.”

I settled low between her legs and held her open, using my mouth on her the way I had earlier. I took my time at first, until her heels pressed into the floor. Then I slid two fingers into her and curled them. Her back arched, and she whimpered, but I didn’t stop. Not when she began to shake. Not when she yanked my hair hard enough to hurt. She came against my mouth with a cry that nearly shattered me.

I tore another condom open, flipped her to her stomach and drew her up on her knees. I slid a pillow underneath her, pressed her spine so her chest was down but her arse was up, and slid my cock inside her. This time, I didn’t go slow. She was slick enough for me to slam into her. Then I stilled when my hardness began to pulse. I wasn’t ready to come again, so I waited, but then changed my mind and pulled out. “I need to see you, Maëlle.”

After flipping her over again, I pushed into her, stopped halfway, and held still, letting us both feel it.

“Killian.” She reached for me, and I leaned down to kiss her. She began to move first.

This was supposed to be me taking care of her. But this time, it wasn’t me doing anything to her. We were doing it to each other. When she brought her left hand to my chest and my mother’s ring caught the firelight, I decided I never wanted her to take it off.

Her long legs wrapped around me and held me to her, and while I’d imagined this a hundred times, it had never been this good.

“Harder?” I asked.