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I consider asking him about where he went last night while we’re eating, but then I think if he wanted to tell me, he would. Just because he told me enough to explain why he would be gone sometimes doesn’t mean he’ll be able to tell me what he was doing, and I don’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position. This is all new to me, so I don’t know how it works yet.
To save time, Killian suggests we shower together, but once we’re naked in the steamy shower, I’m skeptical it’s going to be a timesaver.
Killian’s hands settle on my hips, and he walks me back against the wall.
I drape my arms over his shoulders as I tell him, “You have the look of a man who wants to make me late.”
He smirks, leaning in to kiss the side of my mouth. As he runs his lips along my jawline, he asks, “What gave me away?”
I sigh with pleasure, tilting my head to make room as his kisses reach my neck. He takes his time there, then he kisses a path from my neck to my collarbone.
“I know what you’re trying to do, mister.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he murmurs innocently as he kisses my breasts.
Arousal stirs between my legs and there is not time for this, so I brace a hand on his chest and push him away, cocking an eyebrow. “You behave yourself.”
He smirks, taking my hand and locking my fingers with his. It seems sweet at first, but then he takes my other hand and raises them, pinning them to the shower wall. My back naturally arches, pushing my tits closer to him.
“Or I can do whatever I want. I do have handcuffs built into my bed, remember?”
My heart flutters as his mouth returns to my tits, his tongue flicking out to tease a pert nipple. “You also told me you’ve only ever taken willing prisoners,” I remind him, struggling to hold tight to my resistance when his mouth is making me want more.
“Are you not willing?” he murmurs, catching my nipple between his teeth and biting down gently, but hard enough to make me gasp. Releasing it, he teases the tip with his tongue, then he sucks on it. “I guess I’ll have to try harder.”
Fuck.
I try to fight the yearning building inside me, but it feels twisted in the best way to be pinned here with my tits out and on display for him. Something about the helplessness is so hot. Knowing he can do what he wants to me, and I’m trussed up here like an offering, powerless to stop him.
It’s not even that I truly want to stop him. If we had the time…
He rearranges my hands, pulling them higher over my head and pushing them close together so he can pin my wrists with one hand. Then he slides his now-free hand between my thighs, and I gasp as he pushes a finger inside me. He continues to feast on my breasts, and the stimulation is enough to make me crazy.
I’m helpless to stop it as he teases and finger fucks me until I come.
He takes advantage of my docility in the aftermath, too. He turns off the shower. We both got clean last night, we really only needed to rinse off, but I did want to clean his back and freshly bandage him while we were in there.
He doesn’t seem to be thinking of that, and instead grabs my hand, dragging me into the bedroom.
I want to object when he bends me over the side of the bed and opens the bedside drawer, but the truth is, I want him inside me. I’m already wet from being pleasured in the shower, so he slides a condom on and positions himself between my thighs, and when he shoves into me, I grab the bedding so I have something to hold on to.
I’m a little sore this time when he fucks me, but I don’t mind the ache.
I moan as he hits me just right, and my thighs tremble. He circles his hips, grinding against me as I cry out into the bedding. His hands are on my hips, the only points of contact between us as he pounds into me.
But when I cry out, he reaches up and palms my skull, pushing my face down into the bed. “You like that, pretty girl?” he asks roughly.
My heart flips over and my stomach twists. I nod since I can’t speak, and then he starts fucking me more forcefully. It hurts a little when he slams into me, but it feels good, too. I’m not sure I like being forced down against the bed and taken like this, but I’m not sure I don’t, either.
I do know I can’t hold on much longer. It shouldn’t feel good for my pussy to be battered like this, but I can’t deny the building pleasure as he fucks me like this, like he’s trying to break the bed or bury me in it.
Make it my tomb, so I can never leave.
Grabbing desperately at the bedding, I think I never want to leave. I wish we could stay here, I wish he could pin me and fuck me and do whatever he wants to me all night long.
Killian slams into me, and I start losing myself to the building pleasure. I gasp and I cry, desperate little whines slipping out of me as he slams forward again and again. I’m so close, I can taste it.
“Killian,” I cry desperately, clawing at the bed as my muscles tremble.
