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Still struck mute, I nod my head.
Shifting his hand, his eyes light as he encircles my throat with his fingers. Leaning close, he growls, “Good.” A shiver runs down my body at the single word.
Fuck it.
Tilting my head back, I meet his lips with mine. His fingers tighten as he attacks my mouth with the desperation of a dying man. I whimper against him, parting my lips with the sound. Taking advantage, he shoves his tongue inside, tangling with my own. A low rumble builds in his chest as he pushes his hips into me, his hard cock pressing into my stomach.
All nervousness and doubt leave me as desire takes over. The pent up need from months of forced abstinence erupts in a carnal fight to remove my clothes as quickly as possible.
Once my bra and panties hit the floor, Killian scoops me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I fight against the urge to demand to be put down, reminded of the punishment for implying my weight is an issue.
Killian groans into me, pushing away any negativity trying to work its way into the moment. His cock nestles between my legs, pressing against my aching pussy.
Fuck, I need him inside of me. Right fucking now.
“Please.” I beg, rotating my hips. Growling again, he bites my bottom lip, pulling another needy whimper from me. “Fuck Killian. I need you.” Pulling back I meet his heated gaze, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck me. Please, sir.”
The fire in his eyes blazes brighter at the word. Slamming his mouth to mine, he grips my hips and adjusts my body on his so I’m lined up with his cock. Before I can second guess whether I’m really ready or not, Killian shoves me down at the same time as thrusting upward, impaling me on his thick erection.
I cry out, my head tipping back. Every cell is alive and buzzing as he begins to fuck me mercilessly. My tits bounce from the force of his thrusts, drawing his attention to the movement. I gasp as he leans forward and captures one of the wild breasts in his mouth, biting down on my nipple.
My hand slides from his shoulder to palm my other breast, pinching my nipple between my fingers before massaging the plump flesh. Releasing me from his mouth, he glares at my hand. “Goddamnit baby girl.” He grumbles, eyes locked. “This won’t do.”
With one last harsh thrust, he pivots and strides toward the hallway. Passing his office my face flares at the reminder of all the times he’s pleasured me in the small space. Killian groans as my pussy clenches from the memories, tightening around his cock still nestled deep inside of me. “Fuck.” He mutters, picking up his pace.
We’re inside of his room in the span of time it takes me to blink. Making a beeline for the large four poster bed, Killian climbs onto the mattress, still clutching my body to his. I cling to him, unable to allow the connection between the two of us to be severed again.
He lies me on my back, hovering over my body, his muscles tense. My eyes trail over the exposed skin, taking in the intricate design of tattoos running the entire length of his torso. Each individual image bleeding into the next to create a beautiful mosaic of black ink.
I bite my lip as I greedily soak up the masterpiece before me.
Fuck. He’s so goddamn hot.
My thoughts cease to exist as Killian pulls his hips back and thrusts into me so hard the bed shakes. “Fuck!” I cry, my head digging into the pillow nestled underneath.
“That’s it baby girl. Take this cock like the good little girl you are.” Killian growls, his fingers gripping my hips to give him more leverage.
Each brutal thrust pulls a cry from deep inside of me. All the tension, all the frustration, every pent up emotion is ripped from me one by one as he plunges into my pussy with a reckless desperation. My eyes water around the onslaught of both physical and emotional sensations.
Peering down at me, Killian slows his movements, reaching up with one hand to gently brush my face. “Shhh. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you. Never again.” A sob bursts from my chest at the whispered promise.
Jesus, get yourself together Ava.
It doesn’t matter how much I tell my emotions to take a hike, something about this moment here with him is ripping apart my soul. I can feel pieces of myself falling apart to be glued back together by the connection with this man. This man who I shouldn’t be having this intimate of a relationship with. This man who has caused so much grief and heartache in my life already.
Groaning from the pleasure to my body and the agony to my heart, I grip Killian’s forearms, lifting my hips to meet his. “Please.” I beg again, desperate to end this torment, to finally release everything that has been building inside of me. “Please, sir. Please let me come.”
Killian shudders under my fingers, a visceral reaction to my pleas. “Anything for you baby girl. Anything.” He murmurs, stroking my face one last time before sliding his hand between our bodies. His fingers search out my throbbing clit, rubbing tight circles as he jerks his hips forward.
“Yes yes yes.” I pant, my eyes squeezed tight.
It wasn’t the thrill of dying, it was the high of coming alive.
The thought floats through my head as I scream out my release. My orgasm overtaking me in a way I don’t have words to describe. Every emotion I’ve experienced, every lingering anxiety, desperation, fear, excitement, every twinge of guilt and flare of arousal, it all comes crashing through me. I am swept away in the tide of pleasure. I can feel myself drowning in the sensations, clawing desperately to escape the overwhelming flood but I can’t escape, can’t find my way back.
A low grunt breaks through the darkness. I cling to the sound, dragging myself back with the small tether it holds. I feel my fingers and toes first, cramped from curling into themselves. My awareness travels upward through my arms and legs, past my shoulders, stomach, and hips. The connection returns, yanking me back fully into myself as I feel Killian’s thrusts stutter, his fingers digging into my hypersensitive flesh.
With a low groan, he comes inside of me. A small moment of panic flares before I remember the added protection. I’m frozen beneath him while he pants, shoveling in desperate lungfuls of air.
