Chapter Thirty
H er glazed blue eyes meet mine in the reflection as her hands curl around the pole and she bends forward, giving me her ass, a delicious curve in her spine that my hand traces. I follow her shape, down her back and onto her ass before I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her fucking soaked. I push gently to widen her stance and when she’s exactly where I want her, I step back and take her in.
Fuck me.
She watches me in the mirrors, her lust-addled eyes pinned to me to watch every move I make. So fucking pretty.
Using a single finger, I run it through her pussy, gathering up her arousal on the tip before I notch it into her, fucking her with just an inch.
Her mouth pops open as she attempts to push her hips back, wanting more.
“Stay still,” I order, withdrawing my finger.
“Killian,” She breathes.
I grasp her ass cheek, squeezing until her flesh yields to my fingers, “You’ll stay still for me, Savannah.” I command, “You’ll watch me use this fucking body so you can see what you do to me.”
Her eyes darken and her chin dips on a nod.
“Good girl,” I give her my finger back, sinking it into the knuckle.
She whimpers, her muscles trembling as the skin across her knuckles turn white as she holds herself still.
My cock aches, leaking precum from the tip, jutting out from my body. With one finger still fucking her slowly, I grasp my cock pumping it at the same pace and her eyes home in on the move. My thumb swipes over the bead on the crown and then I let go and reach around, smearing it on her bottom lip. Her tongue immediately laps it up.
“Greedy girl,” I step up closer, running the tip of me through her ass before I notch it at her entrance, my finger still inside of her. “You’d take whatever I gave you, wouldn’t you? Let me stretch this tight cunt with my fingers and my cock. ”
“God,” She groans, eyes shuttering closed.
“Eyes open,” I demand.
Her eyes snap open, meeting mine in time for me to thrust forward, all the way to the hilt. She cries out, the sound bouncing off the walls as I pull back slowly, only to repeat. Her body jolts with every hard slap of my hips, knees shaking under her as I fuck her in front of the mirror. Her cheeks are pinkened, her lips parted on her whimper as the mirror in front of her fogs up with her needy, heavy pants.
I drop her eyes for a moment, chin hitting my chest so I can watch her pussy swallow my cock, the sound of our bodies working obscenely loud in this large, open space. She takes me so damn well, pushes back with every thrust, takes all of me into her tight little body. My finger is still buried inside of her, adding that extra pressure, stretching her further but still she takes it, and she watches every move.
“So fucking perfect aren’t you, baby?” I grunt, watching her tits bounce in the mirror, covered in paint, “Who are you made for?”
“You,” She answers without hesitation, “Only you.”
“That’s fucking right,” I rasp, “Only me. Always me. ”
“Yes, Killian,” She cries.
Reaching down, I grasp her behind one of her knees and lift, forcing her to catch her balance so I can open her up further and get deeper. She corrects herself quickly, resting her knee against the bar as she opens up her hips, widening her thighs for me. I bend my own knees so I can thrust up, hitting her deeper, rubbing against her sweet spot inside.
Her stance falters for a minute, but I’m there to catch her, to keep her steady as I use her body, chasing the pleasure for the both of us.
Her skin is slick with sweat, the fine hair at her temples sticking to her face. I fuck her until I feel that telltale tingle down my spine, drawing up my balls but I refuse to be first. I need her to come, I want her to squeeze me so fucking tight I have no choice but to fill her up and watch as I leak down her thighs.
Reaching around her thigh, I pinch her clit between my fingers, rolling the sensitive bud until she begins to shake.
“Like that,” She moans, “Fuck yes.”
“Let me feel you, Savannah,” My own voice trembles as my restraint pulls so tight I’m struggling to keep a grasp on it, “Please, fuckkkkkkkk.” I groan.
“More,” She begs, “Give me more.”
My thrusts turn punishing, rough, I fuck into her so hard her body jolts enough she has to slap out a hand to stop herself hitting the mirror. But she moans loudly, deeper, guttural as my fingers work her clit meticulously and then her pussy flutters around my shaft before it tightens and pulses. Her orgasm shatters through her, making her body weak but I don’t stop, not until it begins to ebb, not until she’s like putty in my hands and even then, my thrusts don’t lighten. I keep going until my own climax rips through me and my cock jerks inside of her .
It's impossible to keep pace as my orgasm takes over. My groan echoes through the room as I spill into her and when I pull out, I immediately begin to dribble from her pussy.
With a single finger, I clean it up and push it back inside.
“It’s not enough to mark you on the outside, Savannah,” I say as she whimpers, “I have to from the inside too. I need to be under your skin,” Her hips push onto my finger, sinking it further inside, “I need to be locked inside of you with no way out. I have to be yours, always.”
“Take me to bed, Killian,” She falls back against my chest when she lowers her leg and steadies herself, “Make me yours because I don’t want to be anyone else’s.”
I capture her mouth with mine, “Promise me.”
“I promise,” She vows, “I’m in love with you, Killian.”
My heart thuds inside of my chest, “You love me?”
I don’t know when the last time someone told me they loved me. When I was a kid maybe? Younger than seven at least.
“Yes,” She breathes, “I love you.”
Warmth consumes me. It blooms in my chest and spreads, a light to banish shadows. She loves me. Me.
This beautiful, perfect woman. This woman who is walking sunshine and good, this woman who can light up a room with her smile and catch the heart of millions of people with her dancing. This fucking woman who has chased away my nightmares, who makes it easier to breathe, loves me.
She loves me.
My lips crash against hers hungrily. I want to taste those words, consume them as if I could feel them in any other way than what I am right now. I need them.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Again,” My teeth scrape at her bottom lip, “Again, please.”
“I love you, Killian.”
My hands grip her beneath her ass and then I haul her up, her legs wrapping around me and begin to walk us from the room.
“Again,” I plead.
“I love you,” She whispers against my lips.
“Don’t stop saying it,” I beg as I take us to the stairs, her body wrapped around mine, “Don’t stop.”
“Okay,” She breathes, “I love you.”
I take her to her bedroom where I lay her down onto the mattress, covering her body with my own. The words, they’re on the tip of my tongue but I can’t release them. I can’t reciprocate the words .
I am in love with Savannah, I have been for a long time, but I cannot say them.
Not when loving her means losing everything.
She’s worth it but I don’t know if I’ll survive it.
So, I show her. I show her without the words, and I just have to pray that it’s enough.