Chapter Twenty-two
T here’s an ache in my thighs and a pulsing between my legs that I cannot get rid of. I move and fidget but then I replay his kiss and see his drawings and hear his words and it just adds fuel to the fire.
The embers of us only need a spark to turn back into the burning inferno that we are when we clash.
The car ride home is done in silence, and anticipation brews the closer we get.
We’ve hit the gas pedal and can no longer stop; the brakes don’t work.
He pulls the car into the driveway and climbs out once he’s killed the engine and slowly, casually, walks around to my side. Opening my door, he holds out his hand to help me from the vehicle. He says nothing, not a thing while his hand presses to my spine and he guides me toward the door.
I’m not sure why I’m trembling but the quaking only becomes clear when I take my keys from my purse to unlock the door.
“Nervous, Savannah?” Killian whispers as he takes the key from my hand and slots it into the lock.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
He chuckles and it sends a chill down my spine. But that ache? Still there, pulling tighter, making me wetter while my heart pounds behind my ribcage. He opens the door and steps to the side to let me through first and then steps in behind me, shutting and locking the door.
“Upstairs,” He orders, “I want you naked and spread for me.”
Swallowing, I dip my chin and nod, heading to the stairs and follow the short hall to my bedroom, his body only a few steps behind mine.
Killian closes the door behind him and then stays there. I keep my back to him as I start to slip my clothes from my body, throwing each item onto the suitcase to the side. When I’m down to my underwear, I take a deep breath and strip out of them too.
“Turn around,” He orders in a low, rough voice.
My heart is beating so fast I’m sure it can be seen pumping against my chest, and as his eyes roll down me, not leaving a single part of me left untouched, goosebumps break out across my skin.
“Look at you,” He licks his teeth, “So fucking perfect, aren’t you? So damn pretty.”
“What next?” I ask.
“Don’t rush me, Savannah,” His dark eyes flick to mine momentarily before they drop back down to my chest, “Go lay back on the mattress.”
I take a few steps back, until the heels of my feet touch the bed and then I lower, laying myself down until I’m resting on the pillows.
And still, he just watches. His need is evident in the tenting of his pants, cock straining against the zipper but he doesn’t reach for himself. His hands remain in his pockets as he takes a few steps to the end of the bed.
“Spread your legs,” He rasps the order as he lowers himself into a crouch to get on my level. To see all of me, I realize.
My knees fall apart and I watch as the muscles in his jaw tick, eyes darkening to a touch below menacing.
Slowly, he inches forward, nudging his body between my parted legs as his hands hold my thighs apart and then he looks up my body.
“Don’t move, Savannah. You move, I stop.”
“Wa–” My voice is cut off on a loud, surprised moan when his tongue swipes me from entrance to clit .
My spine arches away from the mattress as pleasure shoots through me, every single nerve ending setting on fire as his tongue works me but then suddenly, it’s gone, my pussy throbbing wildly at the loss of his tongue.
“Killian,” I cry, head whipping up to see what he’s doing. He’s glaring up at me from between my legs, his mouth glistening with my arousal while his fingers press into my inner thighs.
“I told you,” He growls, “Stay still.”
“I can’t,” I whine, “It feels so good.”
“Do as you’re told, and I’ll make it feel better.” He cocks a brow in challenge.
I drop back down onto the mattress and curl my fingers into the sheets beneath me, holding on for dear fucking life.
He lowers back to my pussy, his tongue drawing tight circles against my clit while one hand slips away from my thigh and a single finger begins to tease at the entrance of me. Everything tightens with the new sensation, muscles spasming as if clinging on to the new addition.
I tense up, forcing myself to remain still as he works me, playing my body like an instrument. He flicks precise strokes against my clit as he slowly slips his finger inside of me and then works it back out.
“Killian, please,” I beg.
I feel him grin against me, “You like that, baby?” He asks.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I rush out, muscles trembling as he switches one finger for two and thrusts them inside of me.
“I feel you,” He murmurs against the slick heat of me, “You’re so tight, Savannah, so damn wet.”
“I want to come,” I swear I’m on the verge of tears.
“Not yet,” He commands, “Not until I say.”
“I’m so close,” I warn him.
“Oh, I know,” He thrusts those two fingers at a torturous pace, stretching me, filling me, “I feel you.”
“Can I move?” I ask.
“No,” He curls his fingers and teases against that sacred spot inside of me and it takes everything in me, every last ounce of power I have to remain unmoving. “Such a good girl, doing as you’re told.”
My teeth snap together as waves of pleasure pull me tight, like the string on a bow, being pulled back so far, too far.
“I command this body, don’t I, Savannah?” He kisses my clit before he sucks it into his mouth and a loud cry rips from me, “I own this pussy.”
“Yes.” I whimper.
“Always? ”
“Always,” I promise. At this point I’ll give him whatever he wants if he’ll just let me go, if he’d just release the bow and shoot the damn arrow that will bring me sweet, sweet release.
“That’s fucking right. Mine,” He growls.
There’s additional pressure as he adds another finger, stretching me further. There’s a bite of pain but nothing that can take away this burning need to reach my climax. There’s sweat on my skin and my heart gallops, stars twinkling behind my eyes.
“You can come, Savannah,” He allows, “Come all over my face, give me what is mine.” His sentence is ended with a hard press of his tongue to my clit, his hand moving faster, harder, pumping into me.
I give up trying to stay still, I physically cannot do it. My hips bear down, and my spine bows off the mattress as that wave of pleasure finally crashes. My moan is loud, even to my own ears and goosebumps erupt over my skin as my orgasm barrels through me. And Killian takes me through it, his tongue working, his hand moving to prolong it. My toes curl and fingers bite into the sheets, the pleasure almost becoming too much.
A tear slips out the corner of my eye, the intensity of my climax ripping me apart from the inside out.
Gently, he brings me down with soft strokes of his tongue and then kisses, his fingers sliding out of me before he rises between my legs.
“So fucking pretty when you fall apart for me, Tiny Dancer,” He rasps, his lips wet, eyes so dark you can’t distinguish the pupil from the iris. “You’re going to take more, aren’t you?”
“More?” I squeak.
“So. Much. More.” He punches out each word before he stands, and his hands fall to the buckle of his belt.