Page 109 of Where Broken Wings Fly

Hardly able to form words with the way he kept rubbing himself against me, I managed another breathy, gasp-riddled, “Killian—”

He gave me no warning as he found the angle and drove half of himself into me.

This was by no means my first time, but I still cried out. He remained there for a moment, still other than his free hand that found the back of my neck, where he wrapped a few strands of my hair around his fingers. We both fought the desire to pant as my body tried to quickly adjust to him, expanding and tightening around his cock.

Just as he pulled back on some of my hair, his fangs yet again daring my skin as he tried to refrain from biting me, his pelvis rotated. It was only another inch, but I released his name into the room once more. The chuckle that fell from him pushed another inch into me.

Never before had I been this close out of a simple thrust — and a wandering tongue along my neck — but I could feel it building within me. With every second that it built, I felt myself tightening around him, invoking noises that were neither human nor pixie from him, but something gravelly and possessed by a beast.

He found a rhythm to drive himself into me, allowing me to adjust to every thrust, until in one quick motion he pushed to the hilt. I cried out once more, a mix of his name and a slur of curses, as he began to work at that rhythm.

It built and built and built within me, his thrusts syncing with every laboured breath that spilled from us, sweat glistening across our foreheads and anywhere our bodies touched. He kept readjusting that hitched leg, finding new angles to claim me, each time earning a new pitch at which I moaned.

The tiniest prick of his fang against my neck was felt just as I started to feel him throbbing inside of me, a pumping that expanded my core.

With a roar, his grip on my hair tightening and freeing more of my neck for him, he slammed to the hilt and released himself. The sudden rush of him inside of me pushed me right over the edge alongside him, both of us seeing stars and driving our fingernails into one another at the same time.

Together, we came down from that high just as he released me, dragging me down to his bed where he wrapped two arms around my waist and pulled me back against him.

I wasn’t sure I was even in my body anymore, if I was being honest. I just stared at the wall across from me, my mind turning a million miles per hour yet not a single thought entering my brain but how badly I wanted to do that again.

As he nuzzled his chin into the curve of my neck behind me, I rolled my ass against his cock and tested the limitation of his patience for me, grinning to myself as I felt it harden against me again.

In response, I got another dark chuckle, a wicked smile, and a murmured, “We have all night, darling. And I plan on using every minute of it.”

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A combination of every emotion was what led me to awaking in Killian’s bed, our clothes tossed around the room and a banging headache behind my eyes.

Killian’s arms were wrapped tightly around me, making it more difficult than ever to maneuver my way out of them. He let out a quiet groan as my body heat left him, leaving me holding my breath at the side of the bed as I waited to see if he would rock back to sleep. He did, so I let my lungs drain and expand once more as I crept across the room.

Unable to find anything in the dark, I swiped at a shirt that I was certain was about six sizes too big for me, but shrugged and slipped my body into it anyway.

I wasn’t sure where I was going, why I was going there, but I just needed to breathe. I wanted to be alone with Saoghal, one last time, before it was gone altogether.

I tip-toed out of his room, shuffled my way down a hallway, and found a balcony door before me where the moonlight tried to spill into the castle. Casting a gaze over my shoulder to make sure no one was following me, I pulled at those doors and let the chilly midnight breeze skip over my skin as I shut them behind me.

The balcony wasn’t large. It had a few chairs off in the corner, and a gorgeously carved railing made out of branches and wood that I moved towards, setting my hands against the top of it and looking out across Saoghal.

I was just about to say my goodbye to the world that healed me, until my body tensed.

There was another body on that balcony.

I knew it long before I saw him. Just like every time he was in my vicinity, I could feel him. I’d know he was there even if I was blind and deaf, even if my touch on everything else had been completely lost. Sometimes, it felt like we were magnets. Sometimes it was strong enough to draw me towards him, other times it was if we had been flipped and we were being forced away. All I knew was that it was powerful and burned into me like the sun, and for the first time I simply closed my eyes and let it devour me.

“Late night?”

I was glad my back was to him, because I would never in a thousand lifetimes want him to see the smile that crept over my face.

“You could say that.”

The air shifted as he rose to his feet, as he took quiet steps towards me. “I don’t need to, I could hear that.”

And I was even more glad that he couldn’t see my face as heat flooded my cheeks. “W–”

“I jest,” he purred. That noise would never fail to churn something deep inside me. It was a noise capable of making me feel primal.