Chapter Fifty-eight
K illian’s chest presses against my spine as the early morning sun streams in through a break in the curtain. I slept like the dead the moment my head hit the pillow, not waking up for a single minute through the night.
Stretching out like a cat, I roll onto my back and turn my face toward him. He still sleeps, his face seeming younger without the permanent frown on his face.
Lifting a hand, I run the tip of my finger down the sharp lines of his cheekbones and then down to his jaw, the course hair of his beard scratching against my hand.
He suddenly captures my wrist and in the next blink, he’s rolled himself on top of me, my thighs cradling his hips as his sleepy eyes meet mine.
“Good morning,” I breathe, my hands trapped in his as his hips secure me to the mattress.
“It is now,” He rasps as his hips roll into me, the hardness of his cock pressing to the center of me.
I giggle, “Did you sleep?”
“Better than I have in weeks,” He leans down to kiss me, the touch of his lips soft.
“Me too,” I whisper.
“I’m moving in,” He declares abruptly right before his lips are trailing down my throat, his tongue licking across my skin. My skin pebbles with the sensation of his mouth on my skin, short circuiting my brain so it takes a minute to register what he just said.
“Wait,” I push on him, “What?”
“Did you not hear me, baby?” His teeth graze along my clavicle before he works his way further down my body.
My fingers thread into his hair as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and I have to stifle a moan.
“I – I heard you,” I stutter as he pinches my nipple between his teeth, “I just–”
My words cut off when he rolls his hard cock into me, the pleasure of his mouth on my nipple and his cock rubbing against my clit forcing a moan from me .
“We could move into my place,” He continues, working me up until I become a mess beneath him, “But that place isn’t you. It isn’t us. This place is.”
“You want to live together?” I manage to ask.
“I don’t want to be apart from you for a single hour, day or night,” He admits. “Ever.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
His face breaks out into a grin but then he’s moving down my body, his impossibly wide shoulders forcing my legs apart.
His hands grasp me from behind my thighs and then he pushes my legs up and a startled cry escapes me when he buries his face between my legs.
“Fuck!” I yell, hands clawing at his head as he works me with his tongue, and my hips roll, begging for more.
“Such a needy girl,” He grumbles against me, the vibration of his words only adding to the pleasure. “You want to come?”
“Yes,” I hiss, trying to force him back between my legs.
“Then you can come on my cock,” He growls as he moves back up my body, his mouth wet with me and then he flips onto his back, bringing me with him until my thighs stretch over his hips and his cock is punching up into me. I sink onto him, the delicious sting of his length making my eyes roll back .
Placing my hands on his chest, I move my hips in a way that allows him to thrust in and out of me while adding the friction I crave to my clit. His fingers bite into the soft flesh on the tops of my thighs, the muscles in his neck tight as he holds himself back. I see it though, the need to dominate, to take control.
“Killian,” I moan his name and his mouth slackens, my pace increasing.
“Fucckkkkk,” He groans, “Savannah, don’t fucking stop.”
“You want to come?” I repeat his earlier question, curling my fingers into his chest to score his skin.
His eyes roll back as the pleasure of what I am doing consumes him and the power of it only makes me even wetter. I need it harder, faster, I want to feel him so far inside of me I can’t tell where he starts, and I end.
I lift onto my knees only to slam myself down.
“Fuck baby,” He groans, “Slow down.”
“I need more.” I beg.
“You want it hard, baby?” He asks, “Fast?”
“Hard,” I whimper before he flips us, grasps my hips and turns me until I’m face down in the pillows. Hands to my hips, he yanks me up, places a hand to the back of my neck and slams into me hard enough it feels as if my very bones rattle. The pillows beneath me capture my scream .
“Like that, Savannah?” He groans, “You want to feel me here for days?”
“Yes,” I hiss out, pushing back with his forward motion, “Mark me.”
His fingers flex on my neck and his thrusts stay hard and true, my body jolting with every slap of his body against mine.
“Put your hand between your legs and play with that pretty pussy of yours,” He orders, “Get yourself off on my cock, Savannah, let me feel you come all over me.”
I obey, ready to fall off that peak with him and it doesn’t take long at all. He works me through it as I clamp around him, my fingers rolling across my clit as I draw out every single second of the orgasm.
He comes soon after, his cock jerking inside of me as he groans my name.
This here, this end for us, it was inevitable.
I could have fought it, ran away from it but in the end, this is the only thing in the world that is right. He collapses down onto the bed beside me, and I turn my face to him, trying to steady my breathing.
“I love you,” I whisper to him.
“Always.” He replies.