“Come on.” He jarred me out of my thoughts. “Up ya go,” he said right before his hands grabbed each of my butt cheeks and hauled me against him. His hard-on lay on my stomach as he got up on the bed and tossed me down. My wet hair stuck to my back as I watched him above me.
God, he was handsome, manly, rugged perfection in every way.
In this position, with him hovering over me, I saw how massive and imposing he truly was. He dropped down over me. His hands found my hair. “Blonde strands,” he muttered as he slipped his fingers over my face. “Blue eyes.” He found my lips. “Lips that are normally pale pink are now red and swollen from my lips,” he whispered.
“What are you saying?” I asked softly.
“I’m branding every part of you—this moment—into my memory so that when I take you again, over and over each time, I’m going to feed them back into your memory.”
My stomach fluttered. “You can do that?”
He nodded and trailed down further until his hands were covering my breasts. He pinched each nipple and I arched my back. “Perfect tits,” he mumbled to himself and when I glanced down, his mouth was already taking in one of my nipples. I cried out, his mouth delivered pleasure and sweet agony. “You’re very sensitive.” He rolled my nipples between his fingers as he went further down. My stomach was tight with anticipation and the throbbing of my sex wasn’t going away, it was only getting worse. “Sexy stomach.” He planted kisses between my breasts all the way down until he reached the most important part. He raised up once he got there and I felt like I was going to combust if he didn’t give me some sort of relief. “And the part you’ve been waiting for,” his voice was throaty, and I was positive he was affecting himself just as bad as he was me.
He lifted one of my legs straight up in the air as he slid his hand up and down once before he positioned himself between my legs. I held my breath and he met my eyes with a heated look—I couldn’t look away as his face lowered toward me down there. “I’m pretty sure you’d cause a flood if this keeps up down here,” he groaned and his breath only increased everything I was feeling.
I groaned in frustration. “Stop detailing my body and do something with it already,” my words came out as a throaty command.
His tongue swiped over me and the new sensation was too much at first. I jumped, but he pinned my hips down and his tongue went over me again. “Oh, my God.” His hand made its way down and he worked magic with his tongue, the pleasure was building like a tsunami inside me. My stomach muscles were tight, waiting for what I desperately needed. His tongue invaded me for several torturous seconds before being replaced with one of his fingers. He built me up so that I could fall apart. He didn’t let up, even when my whole body quivered.
When he finally released me from the orgasm, my legs were already made of Jell-O. He raised up until he towered over me. I felt drunk off the orgasm, my body was lax. I ran my hands over his chest and loved the feel of him at my fingertips.
He held himself up by one hand as his other moved between us. When I looked down and saw him palming himself, it was the most erotic thing I’d witnessed. The pleasure was already wanting to build again and I squeezed my thighs against him, trying to relieve the oncoming pressure.
“There’s no way I’m not going to hurt you,” he told me, voice raw. “The pain won’t last forever, but I’ll make sure our pleasure will.”
Nervousness and excitement clashed inside me. I nodded and slid my hands up his neck onto his face. His gaze was fixated on me as he lowered himself on me—just enough so that I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with his weight. I felt his hand between us, and I knew what he was doing. The anticipation was killing me, and I gave him a desperate look so he kissed me.
I went still as the length of him pressed at my opening, I could already feel the reluctance of my own body to let him in. “Killian?” I called his name nervously, giving away my worry.
He lowered his head onto the bed next to mine and took a deep breath. “I’m going to hurt you,” he said again, almost painfully like it was the worst thing in the world. “You feel so fragile… soft, and perfect against me.” I could hear it in his voice, he was afraid of something, possibly the idea of ruining what we have by doing this so soon.
“I want this,” I whispered to him. “Put me out of my misery already and give me what I want. Stop blurring the lines of right and wrong in your head—we’re right. We’ll always be right.”
“Yes, we are,” he agreed.
He lifted his head and kissed me hard. I moaned into his mouth as he took hold of both of my wrists and pinned them above my head with one of his hands, while his other was already guiding his length toward my opening, and using a lot more force this time. Pain overtook the pleasure and my whole body jerked as I tried to pull away. I wasn’t trying to fight him; I just couldn’t help it—the pain was awful. But he held me firm and now I knew why he held my hands down to begin with. He stopped pushing at my entrance, but he wasn’t letting me go. My stomach still caved with pleasure for him and all the things he could do to me despite it all.
“It really hurts,” I admitted.
“This barrier between us isn’t going anywhere until I take it.” He was all in now—dark words and throaty voice, and all mine, like I was soon to be all his. “You’re ready for me, Love. You’re dampening the bed, you’re so ready.”
His mouth crashed onto mine and with a single, painful thrust, he took my virginity. He swallowed my cry and held me down as my body tried to fight it—the brutal pop of my virtue being lost seemed deafening to my ears. He didn’t move once he was completely buried inside me. Then he released my arms, touched my face, kissed me softly, ran his hands over my breasts. My hands found his hair and he feathered kisses across my face. He was loving me, steadying me as he built me back up with pleasure.
Killian’s whole body shook as he traced his hands over me and my pain slowly turned into a dull ache. I didn’t have to voice that I was ready—he knew—and he slowly began to pull out. The pain was there, but so was the pleasure. He eased back in and repeated the process until my fingernails were raking over his back and the heat overcame everything else.
“Killian,” I whimpered his name.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I did and he sunk in even deeper. It felt amazing. Perfect. I already felt myself getting thrown into another orgasm. I tossed my head back and he bit my chin lightly, forcing it out completely. Killian was more frantic now as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed around him.
When it subsided, I could feel that I was sore. “One more, come on,” he was ordering me to get off again. “With me.”
I wanted to, but I didn’t think I could, I was afraid of falling apart in his arms. “I can’t,” I groaned, fighting what I desperately wanted.
But he was relentless and wasn’t going to stop until he gave me another. Each thrust became more ruthless and demanding. He cupped my breasts and grabbed my butt off the bed and rammed into me. I couldn’t stop the noises that fell from my mouth and the buildup that refused to take me completely over the edge. His lips found mine, kissing me just as roughly as he made love to me.
“Let it go, Melanie.” His gaze held mine. “And take me with you.”
Like my body had any choice but to obey him. We teetered off the edge together, and I shattered beneath him. He swelled, succumbing to the pleasure, heightening and extending mine.
I was gazing at him and he was already lifting his head off my shoulder to look at me. I couldn’t explain what I felt. I just saw him like I knew he saw me.
A slow grin spread across my face. I felt exhausted but satisfied. He kissed me on the forehead before slowly pulling himself out. I winced from the soreness that I felt now that the heat was gone. My blood stained him and the bed. Instead of feeling ashamed or shy about it, it gave me a thrill.
But then I realized something disastrous. “Killian, you didn’t use a condom.” My pulse thudded in my ears I was think
ing about it so hard.
“You won’t get pregnant.” He smiled. “I can control that, too.” Relief hit me and I fell back against the pillows. “We have no need for one. No diseases here. No chances of getting pregnant. And no other lovers. Just you and me.” I gave him a smile and tried to get underneath the covers. “I don’t think so, Love. We’re not finished.”
I dropped my mouth. “What?” I was feeling every bit of the ache and tenderness from what we just did.
“You heard me.” He walked over and scooped me up in his arms. I let out a surprised squeal.
“I’m sore,” I protested. “Ladies can’t just do it again right after giving away their virtue.”
He grinned wickedly. “Says who?” His mouth opened in an O. “Ah, those erotic stories you read.” Darn it, I still managed to blush after what we just did. “Is one time really enough for you?” He went on, “Not for me. Besides I got a cure for that too.” Tingles heightened the ache I was feeling, and I clamped my legs together as he held me to his chest. I looked at him. I hoped he wasn’t going to say something corny like his penis was the cure for my pain when it was really the reason for the ache.
Both of us completely nude, he faded us outside the door to the key room. That meant we were right in the hallway—naked! “Why are we in the hallway?” I yelled in a whispery voice, which only made him smile. I scanned the hallway both ways praying nobody was around.
“You’ve got to give me a minute. It’s not easy to use the key with you in my arms,” he said completely at ease, and I huffed. A door opened and Lincoln walked out. I hid my face in his shoulder and he laughed. Lincoln took one look at us and shook his head, proceeding in the other direction.
“Just open it already before I die of embarrassment.” I covered my eyes with my eyes and groaned.
A delightful, deep laugh spilled from his lips as he unlocked the door and opened it. Steam rolled out of the room as we stepped in. A gorgeous watering hole awaited us. Clouds of steam rolled off the top of the water. That was the only thing in the room despite the rocks around it. Killian might have noticed my love for ice cream cake and food, but I was beginning to see his love for water. “It’s healing water,” he told me.
I took a deep breath. “It feels like a sauna in here. How are we supposed to breathe?” I asked.
He didn’t answer as he carried me to the water and lowered us in. As soon as my butt and stomach hit the water, it soothed me, taking care of what was aching. I sighed happily. Mm, it was some sort of healing water like he said. “Feel better?” he murmured as he started to shift me around to face him. I gave him a lazy smile and nodded. He placed my legs around him so that I straddled him. The hazy effect from the water lifted when I felt the length of him pressing against me. He threaded his fingers into my hair and pushed me into kissing him. My hands were everywhere, his too. Slow, yet demanding.
He gripped each butt cheek, hauling me up as he moved across the water with me again—that wasn’t very deep. He ended our make-out session and forced my legs to drop into the water. I unwrapped myself from him with a protest, and he twisted me around. The length of him grazed my butt and a ripple of pleasure shot through me. “What are you doing?” I asked as he forced me to my knees, lowering my stomach over the giant rock in front of me. My nipples rubbed across the rocky surface as he positioned me the way he wanted me sending jolts of pleasure through my stomach.
I twisted my head back to look at him. The way the rock was made, my butt was lifted perfectly. By perfectly, I meant, perfectly exposed. Behind me, he stood on his knees as his length bobbed. I didn’t care that my thoughts were all cave-girl. I loved how dangerous he looked behind me, all big and dangerous, with a lusty look in his eyes.
Then he was placing his giant hands on my butt cheeks and spreading me apart. I dropped my face back onto the rock, I couldn’t handle what I felt with seeing him so blatantly exposing me. “Killian.” I couldn’t suppress the moan that came with saying his name.
“I haven’t even done anything to you yet and you’re already coming undone.” His words only made me want him more. “Just like I knew you’d be. The moment I saw all those lusty romance novels on your shelves, I was already picturing you something like this,” he admitted, and I writhed against the rock.
“You okay?” he asked, and he knew I was way above okay—I was delirious. I lifted my head up and met his heated gaze again. My face must have shown my need because he was at my opening, sliding in the very next second. We both moaned. There was no pain this time, only exquisite pleasure.
He was slamming into me. My nipples and stomach all raked across the rock with a pleasant sting. His hands were on my butt, gripping, rough handling me as I cried out. I felt myself on the verge of an orgasm but every time it got right there, Killian would change his thrusts into a torturous slow one that kept me on the edge without sending me over. He was doing it on purpose, keeping it from me and not letting me move. I could only take what he gave me.
“I’m close, stop torturing me,” I whimpered.
“You’re at my mercy right now, try doing something about it,” he challenged me in between his easy, slow strokes. His body was glistening from the steam and sweat in the room. He stole my freaking breath he was so handsome.
But right now, he was a jerk—one that withheld me from my orgasm. Fueled by his words, I was desperate to move beneath him. My legs were of no use in this position and he had complete control over my hips, but not for long. I applied pressure to my palms and waited until he was pulling out and coming back in before I pressed everything I could into him.
Oh, and it had been worth it. He moaned and I followed after him. “Bloody hell,” he murmured. When I met his eyes, there was no challenge, only love. “That felt good.” I took that as an invitation to keep moving into him every time he thrust. Soon his movements were more erratic and coming faster, harder. And I was back to getting what I wanted.
He pulled out completely and flipped me on my back. My stomach and breasts were blotched in red spots from the rocks sliding against my pale skin. He spread my legs and slipped right back in. My eyes rolled back it felt so good. “These look sensitive now after rubbing against the rocks.” He pinched a nipple and I arched my back for him. Oh, God, I could feel everything through my nipples now. He pumped into me as he continued to torture my sensitive flesh. He took one into his mouth, and I tugged at his hair.
I was so close—he lifted my legs back and went in deeper. His eyes locked on the mark and I sensed what he must be thinking. “Do it,” I whispered.
He lifted his gaze. “Melanie…”
“Please, I want to be with you. Always.” I didn’t care what method we had to use to stay together. The thought of ever being apart was more than I could stomach.
He planted a bruising kiss on my lips before his hand covered the mark. Light shot beneath his palm and my skin felt blistering hot. I hissed and Killian stopped. When he moved his hand, Fear’s mark was still there. A little bit of my hope was crushed, but Killian yanked me up by the arms as he positioned himself to where I would be on his lap. He thickened inside me and some of that fire returned.
Killian looked determined. One look in his eyes and I knew he was studying my eyes to see if I wanted him to stop—I didn’t, even if it might not work, I wanted to try.
He stretched his hand out to the side and that part of him turned skeletal—his scythe materialized in his hand. His essence circled and rolled around his boned fingers as he moved the tip of the blade to my skin. I watched as he placed a new mark over the one I had. He cut my skin, and blood slid down my breast. Unlike Fear’s mark that was full of pain and discomfort, Killian’s gave me a whole new feeling—warm and tingly. I felt staticky and hot like I was a coming alive like a livewire. I brought my mouth to his neck kissing and sucking on his skin. He groaned in pleasure.
Then the mark was on fire. I looked down to see two different marks. Fear’s red X and Killian’s blue slash across it. O
nly Fear’s mark was trying to burn through it. I bit Killian’s shoulder while I rode the pain. But it dulled and when we looked at it again, the blue shined brighter. I didn’t know how it would work now that I had two different marks but it gave me hope. I smiled at Killian. His scythe left and he said, “Now, where were we?”
He picked me up by the hips, sliding out of me almost completely before bringing my hips back down. If not for his hand against my back, I would have fallen completely as I let the passion consume me. He controlled me by the hips, slamming in and out.
Oh, my God.
I gripped his shoulders, my hands were slipping from the sweat. My breasts bounced with every jerk. His eyes were all over me. The room was suffocating and overbearingly hot—it felt like I would pass out if not for the passion driving my willpower. He squeezed my butt and stopped altogether.
He let me take control. I wrapped my arms around him and rocked into him. Back and forth, circular rotations, up and down until I found the right rhythm. He held me by the waist and it was getting close, but my legs were protesting and I was getting desperate now that I was on the verge of one. I panted and he finally put me out of my misery. He thrust once, twice… third was the one.
I moaned into his neck, toes curled. My feet and legs gave out completely and it slipped him into me even deeper. Killian groaned and the pleasure consumed me. Owned me.
I went slack in his arms. I felt completely exhausted and something felt light about me. When I opened my eyes, I saw why. I was glowing like I did when I used my power. Killian looked mesmerized as he slid his hands over my glowing skin. I started to pull away from him—not pull, I was floating and I couldn’t prevent it. It reminded me of how the power first awakened inside me. I had been dreaming of Killian. He held me close to keep me from going anywhere and smiled.
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