Page 239 of Spring Guardians & Songbirds

“I want you, Kilian.”

Candles blew off in the room, pulling a dimness over us. And soon, walls of black rose around us, enshrouding us in absolute, pitch-black darkness. Then…his mouth was on mine rendering me senseless, dizzy and utterly mad. His lips and tongue were wet and warm with the taste of liquor, and I drank him in—devoured him. We were both breathless, yet none of us made to pull back for a breath of air. As if drowning was euphoric. Perhaps this one was. My hands were everywhere on him, while his slowly descended down my body, lighting my flesh with warmth, my mind with spring scented torture and my belly with jitters.

He pulled a little, only so he could murmur, “The shaking, is it fear?”

“No.”

And he kissed me again, hungrily, till his kisses grew bruising and my body hummed with need to be touched—to have him close to me, feel his skin over my own, each and every muscle of his melt to mine.

He pinched a nipple and I gasped. “You know how long I waited just to hear that?” he asked, gathering my breast in his palm and lowering his mouth to suck on the swollen nub over the fabric of the silky nightgown. He dropped his hips flush against mine, grounding forward and I moaned at the taste of what was to come. “And that one.” His other hand slipped to my neck, tightening just slightly and my eyes rolled back. “Perfect, just perfect,” he murmured, pressing his lips to mine, plunging his tongue in my mouth so I could get a full taste of him.

I bit his lower lip, and he groaned. Hells, that spot between my legs liked that too much. “Kilian,” I moaned, lowering my hands to his hard muscle to unbutton his shirt. “Do you know what you sound like?”

I could feel the lines of his smile as he left kisses on my cheek. “Tell me.”

After peeling off his shirt, I wrapped my legs around his torso and flipped both of us over so I stood on top of him. I could see nothing, but for some reason I was certain he had a stupid massive grin on his face. “You sound like mine,” I said, leaving kisses down his throat and the man let out a tortured whimper when I sunk my teeth on that spot between his neck and shoulder. My body seemed to like that because flutters hummed below my belly and my core tightened.

“Fuck,” he hissed when I slipped a hand on his britches and palmed the hard length of him.

He had me out of my slip and underwear in one tear before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me down to him so he could kiss me dizzy again.

He tugged his britches off, and I squirmed on him, my centre rubbing over his length for any friction, and I moaned in his mouth when the contact sprung rapture over me.

“That’s it, rub your pretty, little cunt on me.” Slipping a hand between us, he circled my core till I was breathing hard and moving faster over his length. “Get my cock wet, love.”

My fingers dug on his skin as I rubbed myself on him “Kilian, please, I want you inside of me.”

“Ride me, little beast,” he said, slapping my bottom hard and kneading my stinging flesh.

“Yes, sir.” Another sharp whack. “Ouch.”

That made him chuckle. “Up,” he ordered, slapping my bottom again and I lifted my hips for him to enter me.

He easily slid inside of me, the fullness made me gasp and him groan, my nails digging a little on his stomach at the feel of him slipping deeper and—

Oh gods, too much.

“All the way down, love,” he said, guiding my hips till his entire length was buried in me and I trembled a little. “That’s it, you can take it. You can take it all.” This was so much deeper. “Open your pretty eyes.”

I forgot he could see me.

“Don’t blush now,” he said, wrapping an arm round my waist and pulling me closer so he could take my nipple on his mouth and thrust his hips up a little.

Slowly, ever so slow, I moved, rocking my hips and riding him. Leisuring in his delicate touches, his soft sighs and breathy little moans—his kisses. I revelled in them. I didn’t know I’d longed for affection till he’d given it to me.

He let out a pained groan, his fingers digging in my thighs as I began riding him hard and then harder, taking him like I knew he liked it.

“That’s it,” he cooed, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me down to him again. “That’s it, love. You’re doing so well. Fuck, look at you.”

He held me tightly to him, his mouth never leaving mine as he lifted his hips and thrust up. My body surrendered when he plunged inside of me relentlessly.

Pleasure teased every inch of my body. I was close—so close. “Kilian, harder, I want it harder,” I breathed, my nails digging in his hard biceps. “Please.”

He flipped us over and guided my legs to wrap around his hips. “Hold tight, love.”

He pressed his lips to mine, swallowing my moans and whimpers while he almost fucked me dizzy. Soon, my pants grew shallow and so did his and before I grew out of breath, release cascaded through me, rippling with warmth over every inch of me—seizing every sense.

His thrusts grew punishing, his little breathy moans made me tingly all over again. This man could only breathe, and my body would be ready for him. It was my time to swallow his grunts as he came inside of me. His lips were so gentle against mine, our tongues slowly twisting around one another, unhurriedly, while his body steadily slowed over mine.