Chapter 6
KILLIAN
This is wrong on so many levels. My pretty Fiona is twenty years younger, someone I kidnapped, so innocent and so pure... And yet I can’t help myself when she asks to be tainted. When she asks me to take her.
I kiss her hard and lay her on the bed. My fingers find her red hair, roping the strands around my knuckles.
The smell of her takes my nostrils. I breathe her in.
I commit her smell, her taste, to memory because I know this is all I’ll ever have of her after this.
After she’s with her father and we’re on opposite sides again.
Fiona holds me around the shoulders as my body comes over hers.
She parts her lips, catching her breath as I climb on top of her, my body taut with need.
Shit, all it takes is one look at her and I’m rock-hard, ready to go.
This woman has no idea what she does to me.
How much power she has over me. One smile and I’m head over heels.
I lick along the edge of her lips and then dip my kisses down her throat. She moans softly and I take it she enjoys what I’m doing to her. I nibble on her pulse, suck on it, hoping that, by the time I’m done, she’ll be covered in hickeys. So she’ll remember me for a couple of days longer.
My hand curls around a breast, the soft mound perfectly fitting my palm.
We groan against each other and I place my hips between her thighs.
My shirt rides higher around her legs, but I focus on her tits.
Bringing my head down, I clamp my lips around a hard nipple, poking through her shirt.
Fiona arches her back off the bed, gasping.
Flicking my tongue around the sensitive knot, I use my other hand to give every attention to the other breast, never letting it go for long.
Pinching and twisting her little nipple until her hips buck against mine, I put my time on it. She deserves to be adored.
I pull back, letting the fabric go, and gaze at my piece of work.
Fiona’s cheeks are flaming red and her lips are parted with gasping breaths.
She gapes at me with eyes glowing with desire.
A wet spot on her shirt reveals the rosy nipple behind it, the white fabric going transparent.
My cock jumps in my pants, ready to take her.
A growl climbs my throat and, instead of flinching in fear, Fiona moans, parting her legs wider.
Rushing between them, I grip at her thick thighs and spread her open.
Her pussy glistens at me, rosy lips swollen, her pretty clit begging for attention.
My lust shoots through the roof, starting a fever in me.
My heart rushes against my ribcage and it gets harder to catch my breath as I stare and stare, awed at how fucking beautiful she is.
“Killian?” she asks, doubtful. Shit, I should never let her feel doubtful.
“No panties, princess?” I ask, my voice strange, too rough.
Fiona fidgets with the sheets. “I mean, it would be kind of disgusting to wear the same panties several days in a row...”
Thank God for that. Without another word, I close my lips around her cunt and suck hard.
Fiona’s hips fly off the bed, bucking into my face.
I hold her down. Hell no, this is about me taking good care of her.
I flick my tongue up and down, tasting every nook and cranny of her pussy.
Licking at the lips, probing at her entrance, teasing at the skin.
She’s sweet, addictive, her arousal staining my chin, my cheeks.
Then I attack her clit, giving it all my attention.
Fiona’s moans go full-blown, and I don’t take it easy.
It’s not gentle, and it’s not slow. All I need is to watch her come apart.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” she chants under her breath, mingled with her moans.
Her hands close in fists on the sheets and her hips move out of control.
“Killian, Killian...” She grips my hair and I put double effort into eating her pussy.
“Killian!” And she shatters against me. Fiona flies off the edge, moaning and bucking, and it’s the most beautiful sight of my life.
I keep my eyes peeled open, watching everything.
Hell, I don’t want to ever leave this bed.
Fiona slowly comes down from her orgasm.
I shoot to my feet and get rid of my clothes, then go for my wallet, spearing my cock in a condom.
She doesn’t need a pregnancy now, not when we might never see each other again.
And even if all I want to feel is her walls clamping around me, I don’t want to risk it.
She doesn’t deserve to live through the consequences alone.
I love her too much for that.
The words flow in my head, natural, unstoppable. I gawk at them for a second, then move back to the bed once Fiona’s eyes flutter open again. She gapes at my cock and licks her lips. Moving to brace herself on her elbows, she reaches out for my member as I kneel next to her.
I grip her hand, holding it away. “Princess, you don’t need to do that. I’m already about to blow.”
“Already?” she teases with a smirk. “Why?”
“Are you kidding?” And I lower myself next to her, tugging her shirt off. Her breasts spill free, bouncing so deliciously that I can’t stop myself from fondling them again. “You’re perfection, Fiona. Just one look at this hot body of yours and I’m ready to go.”
She hums in delight, leaning against me.
I flick her nipple, then lower my head to capture it with my mouth.
Delicious. She’s fucking delicious everywhere.
I take her lips with mine again, furious swiping of tongues as I claim her mouth with mine, then hook an arm around her leg, hiking it up.
She’s all spread for me and it’s easy to reach for her clit and massage it again.
Fiona melts against me, and I slide my other arm under her neck to knead on her tit.
Lying sideways, it’s easy to have everything I want. I can play with a tit, watch her face go flush as she moans against me, and I can finger her as my cock prods her entrance. It’s everything I’ve ever needed. Angling my cockhead, I move my hips to enter her.
Fiona grows tense for a moment, turning to look at me. “Killian... I’m... I’ve never...”
And I kiss her. Hard. She’s waited for me. Thank God she waited for me. My sweet, innocent woman. I have to make this perfect.
“You want to change position?” I offer, still playing with her nipple, still strumming her clit.
Her hips jerk against my hand in reply. She shakes her head. “Just... be gentle.”
Shit. That’s going to be a challenge. I’m taut as hell, with the bluest balls on the planet.
Grinding my teeth together, I bury my head in her neck, sucking on her pulse, and then I buck my hips.
My cock pops inside her, just the head, and she cries out, clamping down around me.
Shit, shit. It’s almost too fucking much.
I stop, freezing, only allowing my fingers to move.
One more orgasm and she’ll be ready, all relaxed and pliable and wet.
Fiona gets used to my girth and with me flicking her clit, she grows hot all over again.
Her moans climb higher and her hips move against me.
It takes everything in me not to fuck her into the mattress, but I hang on.
I give her time to stretch around my cock, and it’s so fucking beautiful to watch her climb an orgasm all over again.
Once more she shatters, and I slide my cock in, inch by torturous inch. Fiona arches against me, tilting her hips up, and it’s so easy to bury myself to the hilt. Again, I stop, take several breaths, and only then do I move. Digging my fingers into her supple hip, I pound into her.
“That’s it,” I compliment her, lips on her ear. “Take my cock, princess.”
She moans back. All she can do is moan. I pick up my pace; her tightness is too much. Pleasure fizzles in my spine, announcing the proximity of an orgasm. I keep going. There’s no way I’m finishing before she goes again. I angle her hips higher, pinch a nipple, then thrust with everything I’ve got.
Fiona fists the sheets, her brow furrowing hard, and then her moans grow into something else. They’re desperate screams of pleasure, her mouth dropped open as she climbs a big one. I hook an arm around her leg, bringing her closer to me, and fuck her hard enough so she won’t ever forget me.
She comes, inner walls clamping down around me hard.
She milks me, the mutterings coming out of her making no sense.
Her hips move by themselves, out of rhythm, desperate, and this time I can’t stop the pleasure barreling down my spine, exploding like a bomb.
I burst open, grunting my pleasure against her neck, then I bite down on the soft skin, willing to mark her as mine.
Fuck, she’s mine. She’s mine and she’ll always be mine. I’m in love with her, and how the fuck am I going to let her go after this?
We catch our breaths, her slick body sliding against mine as she turns around. Fiona places her head on my shoulder, looking up at me with those beautiful green eyes. She smiles, her abused lips begging for another soul-searing kiss. I lean and do that.
Fiona hooks a leg over my hip and then flips us, straddling my lap. I gawk at her beautiful form, the heavy breasts, the flared hips, and how her fantastic thighs fit around me. My hands roam up and down, never having enough of her.
“Do you have another one of these?” she asks, tugging the used condom out of my cock.
“I might have.”
“Good.” And she smirks, the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. “Because I have a list of things I want to try out.”