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I can’t constrain the noises that slip out of my mouth, and even as I grip the sheets, it’s impossible to hold on in the midst of his animalistic rhythm that gets more intense with each second.
“Killian…slow down…”
His eyes rage with a color I’ve never seen before—a lighter blue, a living blue. A blue so bright, it’s almost impossible to imagine it on someone like him.
He thrusts in again, deeper. “I don’t think I can keep my promise about not hurting you much, baby.”
I rock my hips and release the sheets to place a shaky palm on his chest as I lift myself up. I think he’ll slap my hand away since he didn’t really like me touching him yesterday.
But he lets me get up a little, loosening his hold on my neck, though he doesn’t release me. We change positions so that I’m cocooned in his arms as I’m sitting up more.
“It’s okay…” I whisper, trying to match his in and out.
“If you think doing that will make me finish faster and get me off your case…” he trails off, his rhythm faltering for a bit when I slide my palm from his chest to his neck and then to his cheek. “What the fuck are you doing now?”
“Connection, ever heard of it?”
“Don’t be stupid. If you fall for me, you’ll only get hurt.”
“The fact that you worry about me getting hurt is enough.”
“Not worry.”Thrust.“Think.”
“At least you’re thinking about me.” My voice breaks.
“Don’t romanticize me or you’ll be eaten alive.”
“Aren’t you eating me already?”
“This is not eating. This is an appetizer.”
I believe every word he says, and I know what’s coming is probably worse, but I still close the distance between us and brush my lips against his. They’re surprisingly soft, though thinned and a bit mean, like him.
“How about this then?” I whisper against his mouth.
“Still not eating.” He shoves me down on his lap and pounds into me from below. “Open your mouth.”
When I do, he angles my jaw up with his thumb. “Tongue out.”
I slowly stick it out, and he sucks it into his mouth, biting on it and kissing me open-mouthed, his lips clashing with mine at the same rhythm as his cock is plowing inside me.
There’s no way I’ll last long.
I don’t.
My whole body is caught in a trance, being completely and utterly ravaged by a monster.
Completely and utterly satiated.
I come with a cry that he swallows with his lips, allowing me only fragments of air.
But he goes on and on until I think he’ll never come.
He stops every few minutes to change positions. First, I’m on my side, then I’m lying facedown and he’s on top of me. Next, I’m on all fours, and he’s behind me. The entire time, he bites me—on my breasts, my shoulders, my hips, my thighs—anywhere his mouth can reach.
Finally, he puts me on his lap again and his back straightens. His hand on my throat tightens as his lips trap and suck mine, turning them all bruised.
“Fuck,” he grunts as his hips jerk. “Fucking fuck, I could stay in your cunt forever.”
