“And I guess in a hypothetical situation where we were going to do that moon bite thing, that’s when we would do it?”
He spoke no words, deathly silent.
“Killian?”
“I missed you today.” Brushing aside my questions.
I sighed. “I missed you too, but—”
He lifted me away from the window and gently tossed me to the bed. He moved quickly, sliding on top of me, his eyes burning with hunger. Desire pulsed through my body, an ache so intense it felt painful. It swept away all reason.
“Killian,” I moaned.
He was moving, his hands running up my legs and pushing my dress up my body until it was up and over my head, leaving me in only my panties.
Killian leaned down to claim my lips in a hungry kiss and then rained them down my body. His fingers glided lower, leaving goose bumps in their wake. The fire inside me ignited so fast, and my heart was pounding with need for him.
He growled with hunger and kept raining down those kisses, suckling on each of my breasts. His hunger continued down my form. His hands took hold of my panties and tore them as if they were thin tissue paper.
My legs spread for him as he moved toward my heated sex, nuzzling against the swollen pearl of my clit, sending jolts of delight blasting through me. His tongue went deep inside me, lapping up my juices, leaving me aching and yearning for more and more.
I wanted to move, to draw him up inside me, but I was helpless underneath his demanding tongue. His strong hands spread my thighs apart even wider.
My back arched, and he devoured me as if my juices were divine ambrosia.
The heat inside me built and then crashed over me, sending waves of shuddering orgasm through my body.
As the shudders slowed and stilled, Killian rose from between my legs. I was weak with pleasure, my legs trembling.
“Mine,” he growled, his fingers trailing over my stomach. “Every last bit of you is mine. You belong to me.”
He had branded me with his desire and his claiming. I could never imagine another man’s hands on me. Killian had seeped into my soul.
Long moments dragged by and my panting breaths finally slowed.
“Now what?” My voice was a husky whisper. “Let me make you come.”
“So impatient.” He grinned fiercely.
He stood up and kicked off his pants, then slid on top of me, his muscular form pressing against mine, pinning me to the bed.
His thick cock was already pressed against my aching nub, and he was ready to go to what was next. He ran his length down my clit before sliding back into me and filling me so fully.
Having him inside me felt so good and felt so right. He slammed into me with powerful thrusts. Every stroke filled me to the limit, making me feel every inch of him entering and leaving me.
Every muscle of mine flexed in response as I closed my legs around him, wrapping them around his buttocks, urging him on.
Killian’s eyes met with mine. The intensity he had was scary, his eyes burning brightly with a kind of madness. He turned his head and leaned in.
We were reaching higher and higher heights. I could feel his warm breath against my neck.
“Oh God!” he groaned, with pleasure and pain lacing his voice as he came inside me. His body shuddered and he filled me with his hot seed, and I felt another wave of pleasure building up inside me.
And then it broke, slamming down on me, leaving me gasping. Sparks exploded behind my clenched eyelids.
My legs around him, he was right there with me. Flooding me wholly. Fully. Every little drop of his seed flooded me in what felt like even more than before. His groan was loud and powerful, turning his head away from me as the heights of his climax claimed him.
My heart throbbed in my chest., and I lay limp and spent, enjoying the pounding ache. I reached up to pull him to me, wanting to press myself against him so hard that our flesh melded. I wanted us to be one being.