34. Killian
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KILLIAN
A week without Natasha has been nothing short of agony. And after the high of thinking we had finally reached a new level of intimacy, it’s been exceedingly frustrating to go night after night without a glimpse of her. Wondering when—and then if—she might come to see me again.
I came to long for the attempts on my life over this past week, where before, I’d hoped we might get past it. But I would much prefer our lethal foreplay to none at all.
What made Natasha stop coming after me, I don’t know.
But this sudden shift has triggered a desperate need inside me, an anxiety that wasn’t there before. And the devastation in her tone as she pleaded for me to stay away felt worse than if she’d driven a knife into my stomach.
I would prefer that kind of pain to what I would suffer if I lost her.
And I could no sooner stay away from Natasha than I could will my heart to stop beating.
Having her in my arms once more, her plush lips pressed against mine, her molten core wrapped so perfectly around my cock confirms it. I need Natasha as desperately as I need to breathe. So I refuse to go without her any longer.
“You don’t get to just call it quits and leave me hanging, love,” I growl, driving inside her with punishing force.
Natasha whimpers, her arms tightening around my shoulders as she clings to me.
And the scintillating sensation of sliding in and out of her is driving me wild. Adrenaline roars through my veins, making my ears ring with the intensity of my pleasure. “God, I’ve missed your perfect pussy,” I groan.
She’s so wet and tight for me that I know she feels the same. The time apart has left her as frustrated and needy as I am. And it feels beyond heavenly to be inside her once again, filling her up until I think I just might break her.
But from the sound of it, she doesn’t mind how thoroughly I’m fucking her.
In fact, she sounds like she’s enjoying it more than ever.
And it’s going to take every ounce of self-restraint not to simply throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my place so I can fuck her all night long. I want to make her come until she’s completely spent. Until her pussy’s so full of her arousal and my cum that it’s dripping out of her.
But right now, in the middle of her parents’ charity ball, it’s far too risky to do exactly what I want to her.
Still, I can’t stop myself from at least tasting her divine nectar, dipping my wick and feeling just how wet and desperate she is for me. Because Natasha’s made me wait for far too long. And after a week of dreaming about her, about being inside her and listening to the sweet sound of her ecstasy, I can’t hold out any longer. So, I’m not leaving this room until I make her come all over my cock—even if it’ll have to be a quick one.
Lance is standing guard just beyond the doors, ensuring we have a modicum of privacy. So Natasha’s reputation will stay safe. But still, I know how precarious it is to have sex with her right now. And so does she, which is why she keeps her lips sealed against mine—to muffle her soft moans as she strains to keep quiet.
Something about the frenzied passion, the complete inability to keep my hands off her in such a public space makes it all the more thrilling. Stealing this intimate moment when I know I’m not supposed to. And better yet, she let me.
But what consumes me most is the intense relief that comes from holding Natasha in my arms once more. Being without her, even for a week, was beyond painful. And not just because I’m backed up from days without sexual release.
Natasha has become the sun that lights my days, the fire that warms my home. And without her presence, it’s like my world lost its color. I have no reason to live, no further purpose. But when I thrust inside her now, making our two bodies one, I finally feel whole again. Renewed. Alive.
And I know without a shadow of doubt that I never want to live without her.
“Oh God, Killian ,” she whimpers, her body trembling in my arms as she climbs quickly toward climax. And I feel her walls tighten around my cock as she hovers on the brink of her release.
“Come for me, love,” I growl, nipping her full lower lip to seal the deal.
Slick arousal gushes around my throbbing erection as she comes fast and hard.
A moment later, she’s milking my iron length, her walls spasming with such force it makes my balls tighten and my head spin.
Still, I don’t stop.
And I don’t slow down.
I just keep pounding inside of her, my fingers pressing adamantly into the firm flesh of her ass and thigh as I crush her clit with every deep, penetrating thrusts.
Her orgasm seems to continue on and on, pulsing and insistent as she grips me in a relentless vise. And it feels so sinfully good, I could easily lose myself inside her.
But I hold on a little longer, savoring the euphoric high of giving her such pleasure. I love how responsive she is to my touch and how completely I own her body. And even if she wants to deny her feelings for me, I know this is real. Our connection, our chemistry.
She craves me as intensely as I crave her.
And the relief of satiating that craving is nearing an addictive level.
Natasha’s breasts heave, pressing adamantly against my chest as they try to escape the plunging neckline of her provocative dress—a dress she better have worn for me alone. Because it’s most definitely an attention grabber. My cock came to full attention the moment I saw her in the stretchy, alluring gold fabric that fits her so snuggly, it looks like it’s painted on.
I have half a mind to punish her for tempting any other men here tonight—regardless of her intent. But she looks so damn appealing, and she gave in to me so willingly, I can’t bring myself to be mad about it. Because she’s all mine.
It doesn’t matter how many men tracked her every move from the moment she stepped inside the ballroom. She’s here with me now, giving up her body to me without a single attempt on my life.
And that makes me so hard, I think I might just lose my mind.
I rock relentlessly inside her, driving through her first orgasm as I demand another from her. And she cries out, the sound rushing into my mouth as I keep our lips locked in a passionate kiss.
Then fresh waves of a second release come throbbing along my length.
“ Fuck, ” I groan, my erection so stiff and swollen it almost hurts to keep pounding her. But she feels so damn good, I can’t stop.
And the sounds of pleasure issuing from her—soft, mewling whimpers—are driving me absolutely insane with molten desire. Natasha shudders, her hips jerking forward as her orgasm consumes her body, and as she takes me all the way inside her until I’m buried to the hilt, I find my own sinfully satisfying release.
Burst after burst of hot cum floods her channel, making her slick enough the friction blows my mind. And I groan as my throbbing release continues until I’ve emptied my balls deep inside her.
Lungs burning for oxygen, I finally break our kiss. Natasha and I pant together, sharing the air between us as I rest my forehead against hers. And the intimacy of having her in my arms, her pussy still rippling with aftershocks, urging my seed further inside her…it’s nothing short of heaven on earth.
I want to do this with her every day for the rest of my life—preferably as often as humanly possible. And my chest swells with such intense love for the captivating woman in my arms that I can’t be patient any longer. I can’t wait for her to face her feelings, to have that lightning-strike moment where she realizes what we are to each other.
I need her to be mine. Now and forever.
“Marry me,” I murmur, and I pull back to look deep into Natasha’s mesmerizing silver eyes.
“What?” Her question comes out breathy as she continues to drag in deep lungfuls of air, and her eyes are dilated with euphoria. But I can see the flicker of conflict cross her face as my proposal catches her off guard.
My heart squeezes, the first trickle of anxiety returning to me veins. “Marry me, Natasha,” I insist, cradling her cheek with my palm.
And as I release her thigh to cup her beautiful face, she slowly lowers her leg until my cock slides out of her. Her expression shutters as she drops her gaze, and the intimacy of the moment vanishes—doused as if by a bucket of cold water.
She shakes her head, and it twists like a knife in my gut.
“I can’t,” she murmurs. “It would never work—our families are enemies, Killian. Not to mention my father would never allow it. He hates you. Believe me, I’ve tried to change his mind.”
My heart flip-flops at her confession—the first time she’s actually admitted to wanting something with me enough to fight for it. But that momentary excitement is quickly replaced by cold, hard reality as her words hit home. Her father won’t allow us to get married, so in her mind, the decision is final.
Fiery determination ignites in my chest as Natasha works her dress back down her hips and thighs, smoothing it to hide the evidence of our passionate indiscretion.
But I’m not ready to throw in the towel. “If you told your father how you really feel about me, he might be persuaded,” I insist, tucking my cock back into my pants and zipping them closed.
But Natasha shakes her head again, and this time, she meets my eyes with brutal conviction. “Wake up, Killian. My father’s convinced you’re after his territory and power, a belief you’ve done nothing to discourage. He won’t be swayed so easily after everything that’s happened—even if he does care about my feelings and wants me to be happy.”
Resignation written across her features, Natasha brushes past me.
But I loop my fingers around her wrist, capturing her and turning her to face me once more. “I don’t care how long it takes. I won’t stop,” I warn her. “Not until you agree to be mine.”
“That’s never going to happen,” she says fiercely. “Can’t you just leave me in peace?” she demands, a harsh edge entering her tone.
My hold flexes instinctively around her arm, not willing to let her go without a fight. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask
“It means I can’t see you anymore, Killian. I don’t want to. So just…let me go.”
The pain in Natasha’s voice cuts like a serrated knife, sawing through my euphoria from a moment before. And I freeze, my grip loosening momentarily in shock.
She takes advantage of the opportunity, pulling her arm from my grasp.
Then, setting her jaw in grim determination, she turns away from me.
And she stalks away from me, returning to the ball without a backward glance.