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“In terms of decoration, Sienna will put us in touch with a couple of designers for you to choose from, whoever best fits your style,” Killian explains as he leads me through each empty room. Some are obvious, like the large brick fireplace in the lounge and the white units in the large kitchen.
“Is there a dining room?” I ask and Killian turns to me with a glint in his eye, grinning as he pulls me through to yet another room. My heart skips as this new room actually is furnished with a large dark-colored dining table and several chairs with padded blue seats. There’s a drinks cabinet, a bar, and several wall units dotted around the outside.
“One of few places I made sure was decorated,” Killian says and my heart soars higher, ready to burst right out of my chest.
I can’t believe he remembered I wanted a dining room.
“It’s beautiful.” The words are like a secret as he leads me through a couple of other rooms and I can’t stop myself from planning what they could be. Bathrooms, a study for each of us, a kid's playroom. Killian continues the tour all the way upstairs where I mentally plan out guest rooms and kids' rooms until Killian pulls me into what is clearly the Master bedroom.
“Oh my God…” Laughter bubbles up at the sight of the large black four-poster bed draped in crimson sheets and several red pillows. There’s a black dresser and a white one, an oak wardrobe, and a pastel blue dressing table complete with three ornate mirrors attached.
“Of course you made sure the bedroom was ready,” I giggle, unable to keep the smirk from curling across my lips. Killian turns to me, his eyes dark and his lips flushing red after scraping his teeth along the swell of his lower lip.
“Best part of a new house?” he purrs, his voice so low that goosebumps immediately flare over my skin, and a warm shiver coils down my spine.
“Christening the rooms?” I ask breathlessly.
Killian’s on me in an instant, his fingertips caressing my jaw and down my neck as our lips crash together with ignited passion. His teeth find my lower lip, biting hard as one hand winds around my waist and the other strokes down my arm.
“Exactly,” he growls and another shiver cascades down my back, fed by the burning touch of anticipation. I drape my arms around his shoulders, sliding my fingers into his thick hair and tugging hard enough to draw a familiar, sultry groan from his throat.
And yet…
Even as he kisses me deep enough that my lips throb and my lungs scream for air in my chest, he’s still infuriatingly tender. The arm around my waist glides across my hips before sliding up to press against my abdomen, a lover's touch but not the one I desire right now. My corethrobs, heat gathering in my belly as the kiss breaks with a gasp and his lips trail a wet path down my jaw.
He’s fire and stone and yet… tender.
Most girls would love this.
“Killian,” I mutter and he pauses his kisses at my tone, lifting his head. Questioning eyes snap wide the moment I drop my hand and roughly grab his growing cock beneath his jeans. Killian’s entire form shudders and the storm within his eyes churns darker.
Darting up onto my tiptoes, I crash our mouths back together only this time my teeth snag his lower lip and I bite down hard enough for the tang of copper to spurt across my tongue. Killian moans, deep and open as I shove him back against the wall and he collides with a thunk.
“I’m pregnant, not breakable,” I remark as the kiss breaks. Blood dots his lower lip and coats my tongue as I lick my own, and Kilian’s cock throbs heatedly against my palm.
“I was being…”
“Careful?” I prompt, grinding the heel of my palm into the base of his cock. His resulting moan sends tingles washing over my skin and my core flutters hard, aching to be taken by the cock I love so much.
“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean we need to stop all the things we enjoy,” I gasp breathlessly, grinding my palm against his trapped cock. “Not until the bump is too big anyway.”
A deep, throaty laugh escapes Killian and he gives a single nod as his large hands find the sides of my neck and there’s a moment of pressure against my shoulders.
He wants a blow job?
“You know,” I smirk, “I much prefer sucking you off after you’ve been inside me.”
The words barely have time to leave my lips before he grabs my throat and flips our positions. My chest hits the wall but there’s no time to breathe before his heat presses up against my back. A wall of muscle pins me in place and my heart skips a beat.
Yes!
“As you wish,” Killian purrs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
Rough fingertips scrape along my thigh, hiking my dress up until he can grasp my panties and in one, swift move, he pulls the material taut. A whimper rises in my throat as the fabric pulls hard against my clit before the band snaps and my underwear vanishes.
Scrabbling at the wall, my fingertips dig into the wallpaper as my only place of purchase when Killian kicks my legs apart, still crowding me against the wall with his muscular torso pressing firmly into my back.
“Fuck,” I groan loudly as lava pulses through my veins and sweat bursts over my skin. My heart hammers painfully in my chest, my pussy throbbing as there’s a moment when he simply stands there, breathing against the back of my neck.
