6. Killian
6
KILLIAN
C hrist, Natasha’s sexy.
Even when she’s trying to defy me, it’s like she has a direct line to my libido.
And the second I feel her give in to me—to truly relinquish herself to my kiss—I can’t help it. I completely lose control.
She’s still pinned to the wall between my bathroom and my armoire, but my need for her drives me closer. And as I consume her lips, stroking my tongue deep inside her mouth, I grind forward against her with my hips.
Despite her impressive resistance at first, now that she’s agreed to our deal, Natasha’s not just giving in.
She’s kissing me back.
And damn, her lips might just be the sweetest dessert I’ve ever tasted. Her tongue darts out to tangle with mine in a sensual, alluring dance. And her breasts heave against my chest as she breathes heavily.
“Where’d you learn to kiss like that?” I tease as I come up for air. “Boarding school?”
Natasha releases a single huff that almost sounds like laughter. “My sister.”
Guys might fantasize about two hot sisters making out, but I still pull back slightly to meet Natasha’s eyes. She can’t be serious. The thought of the Sokolov sisters living high up in their tower, guarded by their fire-breathing father, while they secretly teach each other how to kiss is too much for my tiny brain to process. I think I might just explode.
My little vixen seems to read the shock in my face, and she rolls her eyes. “Not like that . God, you are a pig. Big sisters give the best advice, you idiot.”
I chuckle darkly and lean in to reclaim her lips. I like thinking of Natasha and Tatiana being close enough to talk about boys. And while I would sacrifice my life for my kid sister, Quinn, I’m pretty sure I’d go on a murder rampage if I caught wind of her getting tips on how to kiss someone like this.
Pushing the thought from my mind, I focus on the woman in front of me. And daring to take a risk, I slowly guide her arms down from the wall to drape them over my shoulders.
Is it wrong of me to love the fact that Natasha seems to be a woman of her word—even when I’ve blackmailed her into this?
Because she’s not trying to run—or even fight—now that I’ve stopped restraining her.
And when I wrap my free arm around her waist, pulling her with me as I step away from the wall, she melts against my chest. Like a dancer, she follows my lead without missing a beat.
Even when I turn her toward the bed, she goes without question.
I stop her just shy of the footboard, my fingers splaying across the small of her back. Natasha’s hands slide from my shoulders and down to my chest in response. The cool fabric of her gloves grazes across my flesh, raising prickling goosebumps that make my pulse throb.
“Let’s get you out of that suit, hmm?” I offer, releasing her chin to find the zipper at the top of her throat.
Natasha’s breath catches as I slowly drag it down, revealing her neck, her collarbones, her chest…The provocative amount of cleavage that appears next turns my mouth dry. And I lick my lips as I finish unzipping the skintight fabric down to her navel.
“Take it off,” I command, stepping back to watch the show.
Lips gently parted, Natasha hesitates for only a moment. Then a hand reaches up to ease the fabric down over one shoulder. She does the same on the other side, and as she strips her arms out of the fabric, her pert breasts slip from beneath the zippered edge.
They’re beautifully modest, small enough to match the rest of her impressively lean, fit torso. I’ve never seen a woman with such perfectly defined abs. And as she shimmies the bodysuit down her hips, I think she might just be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Her arms are strong, her shoulders bordering on muscular, and I can tell she puts no small amount of effort into honing herself into the notoriously lethal weapon she’s become for Boris.
She bends in half, her thick burgundy braid falling over her shoulder as she strips the spandex down her legs. Last, she steps out of her combat boots, kicking them aside at the same time as she rids herself of the bodysuit completely.
Natasha straightens, her arms crossing modestly over her chest as her chin lifts in proud defiance. All she was wearing beneath her stealth gear is a pair of crimson booty shorts, and they hug her hips like they were made for her.
“Christ, you’re bloody perfect,” I growl, striding forward to close the distance between us.
Natasha yelps as I wrap my arms around her, bringing her body firmly against mine.
“What are you going to do with me?” she murmurs, her breaths shallow and fast enough now that I know her heart must be pounding.
“I’m going to take my time exploring every perfect inch of you,” I murmur, and I capture her lips in a ferocious kiss.
Natasha’s soft shudder fills my body with foreign emotions—a deep and carnal craving, yes, but also an unexpected desire to protect her, to make her enjoy this as much as I will. I want to hear what she sounds like when she comes. See the flush of her skin after climax. I want to witness the expression on her face when she’s lost in the clouds of euphoria.
Her taut nipples graze my chest, reminding me that her lips aren’t the only thing I want to kiss tonight, and I slowly work my way from her mouth to her neck. Licking, sucking, nipping, kissing, I relish every silky-soft inch of her pale skin. The way she gasps and squirms against me when I find a tender spot makes my cock twitch.
It wrenches my gut when I spot the slight discoloration around her throat—where I nearly crushed her windpipe during our fight. And I pay extra care to the bruised flesh, barely brushing my lips across it in silent apology.
But when I finally reach the swell of her beautiful tits, I’m not nearly so kind.
They’re begging to be punished, their dark, pebbled circles daring me to do my worst.
Natasha moans when I palm one, kneading the supple flesh like a ball of dough. And the other I cup as I close my lips around her nipple and give it a playful nip. Natasha squeals, her fingers combing into my hair, and she gives a firm jerk, tugging at the roots as if to dislodge me.
Chuckling darkly, I glance up to meet her steely gaze, her nipple still caught between my lips. And instead of relinquishing it, I soothe the bite by stroking her taut nub with my tongue.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her head falling back as the relief overcomes the pain.
And just as she seems to relax her defenses, I give her other nipple a sharp pinch.
“Killian!”
Damn, I could get used to her screaming my name all breathy like that. I think it might be the first time she’s used it. And it sounds dangerously good on her lips—even when she’s scolding me for misbehaving.
“What?” I breathe, transferring my mouth to the tortured nipple and stroking away the pain with my tongue.
Natasha releases another moan, this one so laced with pleasure it makes my cock throb.
“You want me to stop?” I tease, easing my way back up her body to kiss her lips once more.
“You’re insufferable,” she murmurs, but when I pull back, her eyes tell me otherwise. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she brings my lips against hers, stroking her tongue between my teeth with tantalizing force.
“This naughty mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble,” I warn, and I nip her lower lip.
“I don’t think I could be in much worse trouble than I am right now,” she counters.
“Maybe not, but I can think of a way to put it to better use.”
Natasha swallows convulsively, pulling back to meet my eyes.
“On your knees, love,” I command, giving her braid a gentle tug.
Fury flashes in her gaze, and for a second, I wonder if she’ll deny me. But I want to see those pretty red lips wrapped around my cock. Chin tipping up in that unmistakable look of imperious defiance, Natasha slowly sinks to the ground, resting her sexy hips on her heels as she kneels before me.
“Good girl,” I purr, and to my delight, color infuses her cheeks, hinting that she likes the praise—even if her glare would deny it.
Unbuttoning my slacks, I push them and my boxers down my legs and kick them off behind me. And as I grab my swollen shaft, Natasha’s eyes widen with the first hint of anxiety.
“You never sucked a cock before, love?” I tease, stroking my shaft to try and release the pressure building painfully through its length.
“Not one quite that…big,” she admits, licking her lips nervously.
“Don’t worry,” I say, grinning cheekily. “I’ll take it easy on you this time. Now look up and open wide.”
And damned if she doesn’t obey me. This girl is the sexiest combination of fiery and submissive. I can’t wait to see just what she’ll let me do to her.
I ease my cock between her lips, and my balls tighten as my silken tip brushes across the roof of her warm, wet mouth. Natasha’s tongue strokes the length of my shaft, and her lips wrap around me. All the while, her big gray eyes look up at me, and it might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“ Fuck, ” I groan, easing my throbbing tip to the back of her throat. And I cradle the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her thick braid as I utilize every ounce of self-restraint to be gentle with her.
Natasha gags, her eyes starting to water, and I ease back out to avoid choking her.
“Give me your hand,” I command, and when she does, I wrap it around the base of my shaft so she won’t have to take me in quite so far.
My fiery little Russian sucks in a deep breath through her nose, and this time when I press forward, she manages to take me until her lips touch her fingers.
“Your lips feel so good wrapped around my cock,” I rasp, my balls throbbing with the need for release. “You like sucking me off?”
Fresh color pools in Natasha’s cheeks, and she shakes her head.
“No?” I ask, and when she doesn’t push her luck confirming it, I ease out of her mouth completely. “Stand up,” I command and gently guide her with my fingers in her hair.
Natasha wipes her chin with the back of her hand, her dark-rimmed silver eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re sure you don’t like sucking my cock?” I murmur.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, Natasha blushes even more profusely, giving away her bald-faced lie. I hum my amusement.
“I guess we’re about to find out, aren’t we?” I taunt quietly, letting my fingertips trail slowly down over her breasts and across her firm stomach to the waist of her panties.
Natasha quivers, a shiver rippling through her body, and when I slip beneath the soft fabric to graze the warm peak of her thighs, I find her dripping wet.
“Hmm, it seems to me you enjoyed it thoroughly ,” I tease as Natasha’s lips part on a gasp.
And when I stroke her slick seam, her knees nearly buckle.
I catch her, releasing her hair to wrap my free arm around her waist. And I pin her against my side.
“What about this?” I murmur, my lips brushing across the shell of her ear. I wet the tips of my fingers with her arousal and start to circle her clit. “You going to tell me you don’t like this?”
“No,” she whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed as she clings to my shoulder with both hands. I suspect it’s to remain upright. Turning, she buries her face in the crook of my neck as her breathing grows ragged.
And when I press two fingers inside her tight entrance, Natasha cries out.
Her walls spasm around me, her clit twitching against my thumb as her body warns me of her impending orgasm. I love the fact that I’ve hardly touched her, and she’s already about to come undone.
In and out, in and out, I build a steady rhythm as I finger her, my thumb continuously teasing her clit at the same time. And I’m glad I have an arm around her, because as the first wave of her release hits, Natasha’s knees actually do give out.
She sobs with the force of her climax, her tight walls clamping down on my fingers before they start pulsing frantically. And at the same time, her body shudders against mine. Her nipples are hard enough to cut glass as they press into my ribs.
Biting down on my shoulder, she does her best to muffle the screams. But my little minx is a vocal thing, and the sound of her bliss lights a burning fire inside of me.
Before the last of her aftershocks subside, I turn Natasha, bending her over the foot of my bed so her cheek finds the soft white comforter and her round, muscular ass points eagerly up in the air.
Her pink slit peeks out from between her thighs, glistening with her juices.
My need for her is all-consuming, overwhelming my other senses. Grasping her hip firmly with one hand, I stroke my silken head between her folds, gathering her slick arousal on my tip. Then I line up with her entrance and press inside her with one powerful thrust.
Natasha cries out, her fingers fisting around the sheets beneath her as she takes all of my considerable length into her tight pussy. She feels so insanely good, I’m on the brink of losing my load already.
I pause inside her, giving her a moment to acclimate as I pull myself together. And when I reach around to lightly circle her clit with my fingers, I can feel her body relax, beckoning me deeper inside of her.
“That’s it, love,” I urge, continuing to tease her clit as I start to rock in and out of her warm, wet hole. “You feel so good,” I groan, my free hand grasping her hip to keep our pace steady.
And my cock throbs almost painfully when Natasha nods against the sheets, acknowledging how good it feels when I fuck her.
Slowly, I increase my pace, and I groan with lusty pleasure when she starts to rock back against me, taking me into her depths as she grinds against my fingers.
Her breaths grow erratic, her cheeks flushing with arousal, and I can feel a second orgasm building as her walls tighten around my thick girth. This fiery, intoxicating woman is insatiable, and I wonder just how many times I can make her come before I’m done with her.
Our hips slam together with increasing force, our skin slapping in an erotic symphony.
And just when I think I might lose my mind to the pleasure, Natasha gasps, “Oh God, I’m coming!”