Chapter Fifteen
“A lright,” I say awkwardly as I stand by my car, “Well thanks, I had a great time.”
Adrien steps closer, his hand coming up to cup the side of my face and immediately, I want to recoil. I don’t want his hands on me, in fact, I don’t want him near me at all. He’s a good-looking guy but he actually repulses me. I turn my face quickly to avoid his mouth and skip out of his hold.
I catch the anger on his face but I’m not sticking around for him to try that again. Hopefully he won’t call me again. I wave through the window and hit the gas, pulling into traffic which earns me several frustrated beeps from the oncoming cars.
The date was a bad idea. I should have taken Willow up on the invitation to go out tonight, but I wanted to see it through. But the whole evening I couldn’t stop thinking about Killian. His eyes, his touch… no number of dates with other men will purge him from my system.
Maybe I should just buy a couple of cats and be done with it. It certainly didn’t help that Adrien kept touching me, and not in a friendly way like a hand on the shoulder or back, but only legs, my hips or the top of my ass. My skin crawled with every brush of his hand.
I start to relax a little the closer I get to home and let out a breath when I finally pull into the driveway. I was able to get some boxes unpacked today before the date, but the house is still in disarray. I’ll need to make sure to turn the lights on when I get inside since I know there’s several boxes in the hallway that I’ll trip over otherwise.
Grabbing my purse and cell, I climb from the car and lock it before I head inside, reaching for the switch on the wall but before I can hit it, the front door opens behind me, and I’m suddenly crowded against the wall.
A hand is over my mouth in the next second, stifling the scream in my throat.
“Did you have fun on your date ?” Killian’s voice sounds right at my ear, venom coating every word.
He releases me and steps away, so I quickly slap my hand on the light switch, illuminating us both. His anger is a living breathing thing in the room with us, brows turned down to form a crease between them and the heat burning in his eyes scorches me .
“Killian,” I breathe his name, heart racing.
His jaw ticks as his eyes roam down me, taking in the dress I chose for the evening and then he steps closer, lifting his hand to run the very tips of his fingers down my bare arm. Goosebumps rise on my skin with the touch, my spine tingling.
“Did he touch you like this, Savannah?” He rasps, following the path his fingers take.
I can’t find my words, lost in this tense space with him.
His hand whispers a path up to my shoulder, then my neck where he pauses at the pulse thumping wildly in my throat and then to my jaw and across to my bottom lip. His thump presses down into it, forcing my mouth to part a little.
“Did he kiss these lips, Savannah?” He asks.
I shake my head.
Dragging his finger across my lip, he smears the red lipstick I had applied and then his fingers are at the straps of my dress, lifting the thin material off my shoulder.
“How about your dress?” He flicks his eyes to mine, “Did he take this off of you?”
“No, Killian,” I tell him on a breath, my heart thudding so hard I hear it inside my ears.
“Good,” He growls, pulling the strap down my arm, “But I am going to take it off you now. ”
“What?” I gasp.
“I’ve fucking tried,” There’s anger in his tone, a bite that makes me flinch, “Tried to push you away. I have told myself I cannot have you, that you can never be mine but no matter how many times I say it, how many times I repeat it, I cannot lie anymore.”
Heat pulses through me, a throbbing need only the man in front of me seems to elicit. I can’t stop it.
“So, you can go on dates,” He bites out, “But let’s be fucking real here, Tiny Dancer. You are mine. We both know it.”
His hand tugs the strap dangerously low on one side before he moves to the other.
“By the time I’m finished Savannah, you won’t even be able to think of another man. By the time I’m fucking done, you’ll feel me between your legs for fucking weeks.”
I gasp as he tugs the dress down, pulling it past my breasts and exposing me to the cool air of the house. My nipples pucker, and a moan escapes me as he places both hands on them, squeezing them almost to the point of pain.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Savannah,” He growls, “These fucking tits…” He pinches my nipple between his thumb and finger and my head thumps on the wall as my knees grow weak. I’m so wet I’m sure I’ve drenched through my panties, and an ache is spreading down my thighs.
“Kill,” I cry his name desperately .
“That’s my fucking name,” He steps closer, pressing his whole body against mine, tip of his nose against my own. His breath whispers across my lips and his hard cock pushes against my abdomen. “No one else’s, it’s mine.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” I admit, “Please.”
“I know you don’t,” He smirks before he dips his head and presses the tenderest of kisses against the corner of my lips.
“Kiss me,” I beg as he begins to pull away.
His eyes flick between mine, a war but then something snaps, and his hand ends up round my throat, pinning me harder to the wall before his mouth crashes against mine.
Holy fuck.
His tongue pushes past my lips, demanding entrance and all I can do is allow him in, his kiss is as demanding as he is. He takes without mercy, steals without thought and all I can do is hold on.
Kissing Killian is more than I ever dreamed it would be. He is everything I have wanted and more. He adjusts us until he has better access, tilting my head to sweep his tongue into my mouth. It’s sloppy and rushed, a desperation fueling every move. The fabric of his suit rubs against my bare nipples, shooting pleasure through me and a knot forms in the pit of my stomach.
He consumes me, steals my breath and my thoughts. It is just us and I am mere putty in his hands .
His hand leaves my throat only to go to my thighs and then I’m being lifted, my legs going around his waist as he grinds his cock between my legs. I whimper into his mouth which only seems to hunger him more.
There’s no tenderness here, no sweet caresses or touches, this is pure desperation. This is pent up frustration, and a rope now snapped. He tears at my dress to get it out the way, all the while his mouth stays on mine, smearing my lipstick, teeth biting and clashing and when his fingers finally get beneath my panties and he touches me, I swear I see stars. I am so fucking wet, so damn hot, I need him inside of me. Now.
And it seems Killian feels the same way.
It’s not smooth as he shoves at his own pants, freeing himself before he breaks away from my mouth and leans back, just a little, to look at me. My lipstick is on his face, his mouth swollen from our kiss.
“I don’t have a condom,” He growls out.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him, “Just fuck me.”
Fingers bite into my thighs, holding so tight I know I’ll have bruises there by tomorrow, but he can mark me and claim me, and brand me if he fucking wants. I just need him.
His breath saws from his lungs as he lines himself up and in one, quick, brutal thrust, he fills me entirely. He’s so fucking big, the sting of him stretching me open to fit him has me gasping but he steals that with his mouth. My back slides against the wall with each hard pump of his hips, cock hitting spots I didn’t even know could be touched. The material of my panties bites into my flesh where they’re tugged tightly to the side to give him access and my thighs squeeze his hips.
“Fuck,” He groans against my mouth, “I need harder, Savannah.”
All I can do is nod eagerly and hold on as he leans back a little, tightens his hands and fucks me so hard against the wall, I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors could hear us.
“Fuck, yes!” I cry, “Killian!”
My thighs are soaked with my arousal and my clit rubs against his pubic hair and just like when I dance, the crescendo builds and I know the peak will leave me breathless.
He fucks me desperately, like if he doesn’t, he’ll no longer exist. His skin slaps on mine, his thrusts rough and demanding and I’m so close to the edge, I’m almost scared to fall off it.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him on a long moan, fingers biting into the fabric at his shoulders.
“Give it to me,” He commands, “Come on my cock.”
His hands squeeze hard enough that pain shoots down the backs of my thighs but the sudden burst of pleasure overrides that and I clamp around him, my climax stealing my breath.
“Fuuucccckkkk,” Killian moans, fucking me through it until his thrusts turn jerky and the muscles in his neck pull tight. His cock pulses inside of me and a long moan escapes his throat as he fills me up, his orgasm making his thrusts shallow as he spends himself.
When it finally stops, he leans into me, head falling to the space between my neck and my shoulder as he breathes deeply. I loop my arms around his neck, fingers playing with the damp curled hair at his nape, his cock still buried between my legs. I’m sticky and I’m sweaty and the lipstick smeared around my mouth makes my skin feel gross but I’m too scared to move. To disturb this.
Is he going to leave like every other time? Will he walk out the door leaving me with just bruises on my thighs and his come leaking from my pussy?
He’s gentle as he pulls from me, but I still wince at the loss of him and the feel of him leaking from me and when he puts me to my feet, my knees wobble. But he doesn’t let me go, he keeps me steady as his hands right my dress and then cup my face as if I am delicate, an utter contrast to the way he just used my body.
My eyes bounce between his, a silent question, one he answers as he leans in and kisses me softly, a content sigh whispering on my lips. I don’t need to ask if he’s staying when he pulls away from me, takes my hand and guides me to the stairs.
This has only proven my obsession for him isn’t leaving, if anything he’s buried further into my soul and to get him out will only rip me in half.