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“I need to come, Sir… please… I can’t…” My words caught in my throat, and my nails dug into my skin as I tried to hold back the instinct trying to claw its way out of my body.
“Come for me, Genevieve.” He barely said the words before I came apart in his arms with a loud cry. The rush of heat and tightness in my muscles was enough to send my head spinning. I collapsed against him, gasping for air. His hand covered mine, gently dislodging my fingers from my skin. “Let go, princess. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
A breathy giggle escaped me as the intense pleasure took over.
“Tell me how you’re feeling, Genevieve,” Killian asked seriously.
“Green,” I whispered, giving him the okay to continue. Was everything intense? God, yes it was. But I wanted that.
“That’s my girl.” His thumb trailed over the indents in my skin. “But no more hurting yourself. If it’s too much to hold on to, tell me. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s two, princess,” he said. His fingers curled around the back of my neck, and he used his hold to push me forward. “Up on your knees, baby girl.”
I listened, putty in his hands. His hand skimmed over my body as he moved with me. He teased my nipple piercings and trailed his fingers down my sternum over my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he did. I shuddered. The things this man could do with the simplest touch.
As his hand danced over my wet thighs, his other came wrapped around my neck—firm and taunting. I whimpered in his arms. I wanted more. I wanted the rush and intensity under his control.
“Always so impatient, princess.” He chuckled, the sound like liquid heat down my spine. “I promised you three orgasms, and I’m going to give them to you.”
At that, his hand tightened and cut off my airway while two fingers circled my clit—pressing hard and moving fast. My body was already riled up and sensitive, making it easy for him to send me racing toward coming all over again with minimum effort.
“How quickly can you come for me, princess? How fast will you fall apart?” His fingers moved from my clit and slid inside me. The pulsating of my muscles dragged him in eagerly. He murmured against my ear, “So fucking ready for me. Don’t hold back this time. Come all over my fingers, baby girl.”
The lack of air rushed to my head. I was floating in his grasp, lost in the feel of his fingers inside me. Every thrust curled against that secret spot guaranteed to make me combust. His praise echoed in my ears as I came for him. I gasped when his hand loosened, the rush of air making the room tilt sideways.
“That’s three,” Killian said, planting a kiss on my temple. He ran his hands up my arms once before completely disengaging from my body. “Sit back with your ass on your heels, hands on your thighs. Focus on your breathing, princess, and keep your eyes on me. Follow me around the room.”
I did as he asked, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my body tumbled happily with the fireworks inside me.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I watched as he stood. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside. My gaze trailed over his sculpted body with immense appreciation. The way his muscles shifted and rolled when he moved was pure art. Those veins in his forearms and the bulge of his biceps were drool-worthy. Everything about him was a sight to behold.
And mine.
That little thought was icing on the cake.
“What are you thinking, Genevieve?” Killian asked. Damn man practically reading my thoughts.
“I…” I faltered, feeling my cheeks heat up. Why was that so embarrassing to admit out loud? Claiming him as mine felt odd when I belonged to him.
“Say the words,” he prompted. He stopped, crouching down in front of me as he waited. Those midnight eyes searched my face curiously.
“I was just thinking that I’m lucky to have you as mine,” I told him quietly, laser-focused on his chest to avoid the rising discomfort in me. The twist of emotions was off-putting but not unusual. Such intense sessions always did things to me emotionally. “Which maybe sounds silly to say you’re mine considering…”
He took hold of my chin and made me look at him. That crooked smile he wore was unexpected.
“I am yours, princess,” he assured me, “as much as you are mine. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
“Good girl.” He kissed me once before standing and moving to sit in the chair. I watched as he unbuttoned his jeans and took out his dick. My mouth practically watered as he stroked himself lazily. “Do you want my cock, princess?”
“Yes, Sir.”
