17. Killian
17
KILLIAN
“ I haven’t stopped thinking about how wet you must be after our little warm-up session after dinner,” I say, following Natasha onto the bed.
Her full, luscious lips part on a breath as I explore her body greedily, cupping her breast over her shirt before trailing my hand down her stomach to the high waist of her leggings.
“You’re so cocky,” Natasha hisses, her tone making it sound like a bad thing. But it’s not hard to see the way it turns her on. She likes my confidence. Even if she pretends to hate everything about me.
Slipping my fingers beneath the elastic of her pants, I swallow hard when I find she’s not wearing any panties this time. And my mouth goes dry with anticipation.
She shivers when my fingers brush across her clit. And when I palm her warm, silky sex, I can’t help but groan appreciatively. “So nice and wet for me,” I rasp, running my fingers along her wet seam.
Natasha gasps, her back arching off the bed as I press two fingers inside of her, feeling the tantalizing wetness I helped create.
“I bet you’ve been aching to have me inside you again after our little appetizer in the alleyway. Haven’t you, little kitten?” I tease, taking her slick arousal on my fingers as I run them back and forth over her clit.
She moans, pressing her lips together in that refusal to answer because she doesn’t want to admit I’m right.
“Are you still sore, love? Or did you get enough of a rest? Because I’m ready to make this tight little pussy mine all night.”
Her walls clench around my fingers, signaling her excitement. And from the beautiful flush of her cheeks, I know we’re in business. Good. Because it took every ounce of my self-control to let her leave after just one round last night.
“I’ve been thinking while I was waiting for you…” I add playfully, sliding my fingers in and out of her glorious hole and then swirling them around her clit.
“Yeah?” she whimpers, her eyes closed and her head tipped back as she trembles beneath my touch.
“Yeah. I decided to reward you for being such a good girl and coming to uphold your end of the bargain,” I purr. Then I lean in to kiss her softly, running the tip of my tongue along the seam of her lips.
Natasha pants, her hips rolling in time with my fingers as her breath rushes past my lips. And she kisses me with such delicious intensity, it makes my cock throb.
“So, tell me, little princess, how shall I make you come?” I tease against her mouth.
“This! Like this,” she gasps, a ripple of anticipation shuddering through her. And she grasps my wrist, her hand running over the back of mine to keep my fingers buried in her sweet cunt.
I give a low, dark chuckle, relishing the way she transforms into my eager, sexy little minx as soon as I touch her. I’m glad she’s chosen to keep our deal going, because I couldn’t kill her now if I wanted. And even if she did decide to end it, I’m not sure I could give up her secret.
She’s just too enticing, too perfect. I wouldn’t want to do anything to wreck that—even though I hold the power to do so.
Watching her climb up onto my balcony tonight?
It was like watching a panther stalk through the branches of the rainforest. She’s so agile, so athletic, so strong that she makes gravity-defying feats look effortless. She takes my breath away. And I just can’t get enough of her.
“Oh God!” Natasha gasps, her walls tightening around my fingers as I swirl my thumb around her clit.
And as I continue to stroke her G-spot, curling my fingers every time I press them inside her, I can feel her teetering on the precipice of her release.
“Come for me, love,” I murmur, nipping her full lower lip before stroking my tongue between her teeth.
Natasha cries into my mouth, and her muscles tighten beneath me. Then her clit flutters beneath my thumb as her pussy throbs around my fingers. Fresh arousal gushes from her core, coating my palm.
And she collapses onto the bed, her legs twitching as her breasts heave against my chest with the force of her ragged breaths.
Humming my approval, I continue to stroke her dripping slit until the last of her pulsing orgasm subsides. Then I slowly withdraw my fingers from her warm hole, taking my hand from her pants.
Natasha’s mesmerizing eyes open slowly as I break our kiss. They’re dilated with arousal, turning me on all the more. And I take in the sight of her beautifully flushed skin, the way her lips redden from my constant attention.
With a smirk, I bring my wet fingers up to slide them between her full ruby lips. And I let her taste just how much she enjoys my touch.
“Lick ’em clean, love,” I murmur, and my balls tighten as I watch her close around my fingers.
Her tongue strokes their length, and she sucks lightly, doing as I say.
“You might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I rasp, easing my fingers back out of her mouth once she’s gotten a good taste. Leaning in, I brush a light kiss across her tangy lips. “Now, let’s get you out of those clothes,” I command.
Natasha’s breath hitches, and she reaches down to pull her shirt up her body and over her head. She’s wearing a lacy seafoam green bra today—my favorite color—and it cups her breasts perfectly. The dark outline of her nipples shows through the sheer fabric, her taut points pressing against the seam meant to hide them.
They’re too tempting to wait, and I hook a finger around the top edge of the bra, tucking it beneath her breast so I can wrap my lips around the dark nub. Natasha arches up against me, her supple flesh pressing against my lips. And when I knead her other breast beneath my palm, she gives a soft moan.
Her back arches, and a moment later, the lacy fabric slips away as she tosses her bra to the floor. Goosebumps rise beneath my fingers as I run them down the curve of her waist to the elastic of her leggings once more. And I slowly, meticulously peel them down her body.
Sprawled across my bed in her naked glory, Natasha looks like a Russian goddess, her skin creamy and tinged with the softest blush. Her dark almost-red hair fans out around her face, accentuating the color of her lips. And they part slightly as she looks up at me with seductively hooded gray eyes.
She’s so incredibly perfect. So captivating. I can’t help but be drawn in by her beauty, her fierce drive. She’s the most intriguing woman I’ve ever met.
Every time I’m with Natasha, my feelings for her grow.
I knew it without a doubt the moment I decided to let her father’s men go with a few bumps and bruises. I did it on the off chance that Boris might reconsider letting me have her hand in marriage to spare his clan the looming threat of war.
But even if her father won’t reconsider, this deal between me and Natasha is starting to turn into something more, and I know it. I want all of this breathtaking woman. I want to keep her for my own.
I don’t mind risking my life if that’s what it takes to spend the night with her. But I have to admit, I love it so much more when she’s eager to fall in bed with me. Eager to take off her clothes.
And though she’s not ready to admit it, I can see in the way her legs part and her eyes watch me—she wants me as much as I want her.
Quickly stripping my boxers, I toss them aside. Then I grasp her ankles and hook them over my shoulders.
“I have to admit, watching you climb up on my balcony makes me wonder just how many different ways I could fuck you,” I growl, slowly crawling up her body and bending her in half as I go.
Her thighs open for me, her hips bending as this new, deep stretch puts her slick folds and perfect holes on full display. And she doesn’t even seem to mind as I trap her knees by her shoulders, her ankles by my ears.
“I bet I could twist you into a pretzel and have my way with you, couldn’t I, love?” I murmur against her lips.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she taunts, her voice provocative. But it’s too breathy to hold much fight.
And I chuckle, relishing the way she challenges me even as she gives in to me so completely. “I fully intend to,” I promise, and I claim her lips as my swollen tip finds her entrance. Then I slowly press inside her.
She feels so insanely good, and even tighter than usual in this deep stretch. But she takes all of me, her breaths growing ragged against my lips as I claim her mouth and pussy all at once.
Then I start to rock inside her, grinding against her exposed clit as I penetrate her with deep, deliberate thrusts. Natasha whimpers, her hands fisting in the sheets as the pleasure consumes her face, transforming her into the stunning vixen that drives me wild.
My cock throbs, my balls tightening at the intense pleasure of claiming her body, filling her up until I’m buried inside of her and easing back out to the symphony of her mewling whimpers.
I can feel her getting close as her walls tighten around me further. Her clit twitches, her breaths crashing against my tongue as she pants. And the pressure building at the base of my spine tells me I’m not far behind.
She makes me so rock-hard, all I want to do is stay inside of her. And tonight, I fully intend to take advantage of our deal. I want to fuck her until the sun comes up.
Natasha cries out, the sound like a jolt of electricity that goes straight to my balls. And a string of curses rushes between my lips as I feel my sense of control slipping through my fingers. It’s a good thing I have her all night. Because I’m going to be coming more than once.
And when her walls clamp down around my length, barreling into her first climax, she drives me right over the edge with her. Sobbing, Natasha kisses me fervently as her pussy milks my hard length.
Intense relief bursts from me as I find my own release. And I pour hot cum inside her as I drive her pleasure home. We gasp together, exchanging air as I keep her pinned beneath me, her legs spread in the sexiest display of flexibility.
Only after the last of her throbbing aftershocks are done do I ease out of her. Rising onto my knees, I slowly lower her legs back to the bed. Then I flop down beside her.
Unlike our first two nights together, Natasha doesn’t immediately jump up as soon as I’m finished. Instead, she remains on her back, one hand tossed casually over her head, the other resting lightly on her stomach. She’s the picture of ease as her breasts rise and fall rapidly, bringing in deep lungfuls of air.
And even as she catches her breath and my heart starts to calm, she doesn’t make a move to leave. It fills me with a deep sense of satisfaction to see her lying there. Unwilling to run away. Just like the fact that she showed up tonight. They are silent indicators that, while she likes to pretend she hates this contract between us, she’s not overly eager to get out of it either. Maybe it’s because she assumes she has to stay, but she seems more comfortable than anything.
She likes spending time with me.
Or at the very least, she like the way I fuck her.
Daring to test the waters, I wrap an arm around her waist and gently pull her to me. To my intense enjoyment, she doesn’t resist. And I bring her back against my chest, tucking her full hips against the curve of mine so I can hold her.
I hum appreciatively, pressing kisses along the curve of her neck as I give us both time to recuperate, and Natasha turns her head to look at me over her shoulder.
“What?” she asks quietly, her voice husky with the lingering bliss.
“We’re snuggling. Does this mean we’ve reached a new level in our relationship?” I tease.
Natasha gives an adorable snort, and her gray eyes flash with silent warning. “We are not in a relationship.”
“But you do like me,” I counter, running my hand along the soft curve of her body.
Again she scoffs. “Hardly. This is strictly physical—a deal I’ve made until I can finish the job my father gave me.”
I give her already-taut nipple a light pinch to call her attention to the fact that they’re still hard with arousal. And she sucks in a sharp breath as it makes them harden further.
“You can’t deny you’re attracted to me though,” I tease. “I think I’m getting under your skin.”
“You wish,” Natasha murmurs, but her tone is laced with arousal, she’s not at all convincing. And no matter her protests, I know she feels it too—she’s falling for me.
Just like I’m falling for her.