47. Killian #2
I pull the t-shirt over her head in one rough motion and go for her throat, biting hard enough to leave a mark.
She moans as my teeth find her, my cock already wet at the tip, pre-come smearing her hip.
I work my way down to her collarbone, the space between her breasts, the soft skin below her ribs.
My teeth are rougher than my mouth, and she arches into every scrape, wanting more of it.
Her nails rake down my back hard enough to draw blood, and I feel it in my balls, a deep pull that makes them draw tight.
Throwing her shorts aside as I pull her down, I take her in.
God. Damn. This woman is incredible. The bite mark already blooming on her throat, her nipples hard, her thighs pressed together.
I can see how wet she is from here. I kneel between her legs and spread them open, pulling her toward the edge of the bed, drawing a gasp from her.
My tongue finds her first, a slow, heavy lick that coaxes her thighs open.
She's so wet that the first taste of her makes me groan against her clit. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding on tight as I work her until she’s grinding against my mouth.
Pressing a finger inside her agonizingly slow before adding a second, I feel her clench around me immediately.
My tongue stays on her clit, flicking and circling, until she can't hold her hips still.
"Killian…" She can't finish it. Her thighs clamp around my head, and I feel her start to tip, the way her pussy flutters against my tongue right before she goes.
I pin her hips down with my forearm and curl my fingers, finding that spot, and she fucking shatters.
Her back lifting clean off the mattress, her cunt clenching so hard around my fingers that I have to groan against her.
I don't stop. I work her through every pulse, every aftershock, until she's dragging at my shoulders trying to pull me up.
Only then do I ease my fingers out and drag my mouth up her stomach.
No breath is allowed before I’m moving back up her body, smearing the wetness from her thighs across her stomach.
She reaches down, her hand firm and certain as she lines me up.
Pushing into her, slow then all at once, the sheer tightness of her nearly finishes me on the spot.
Her legs lock around my back, heels digging into my glutes as she drags me deeper.
The pace is nothing but pure friction and heat.
Every time I bottom out, she lets out a wrecked, broken sound that makes my balls ache with the desperate need to come, to fill her up or paint her with it.
Not yet. Watching her is like a fucking drug, an addiction of raw beauty.
Hair tangled against the pillows, lips swollen and bitten, eyes glazed with a need that matches my own.
Her pussy is pulsing in greedy, desperate waves that have me right on the edge of spilling.
Her fingers rake my scalp, legs locked tight, heels digging into me as she tries to take all of me into the dark.
"Harder," she gasps.
Sitting back on my heels, I haul her legs up, hooking her ankles over my shoulders.
I'm holding her tight, burying myself so deep I hit that spot that makes her eyes roll back.
I grip her thighs and fuck her while she moans my name, the headboard slamming against the wall.
Her cunt pulls at me in rhythmic, tight waves until she finally unravels.
She comes with a scream, her back arching off the mattress as she clenches around me so hard she starts to shake.
There is no holding back now. I drive into her one last time, chasing it before I feel myself spill inside her, but I pull out before I'm finished, wrapping my hand around my cock and jerking the rest out over her stomach.
I watch it hit her, spurting over her skin, while she's still shaking from her own high. I collapse over her, my head buried in the crook of her neck and my heart slamming against my ribs like it’s trying to get out.
We lay there for a long time. My arms around her, whilst her fingers absentmindedly trace the scars and ink on my ribs.
She lets out a long, shaky breath, her eyes still closed. "I’d do those three weeks all over again just for that."
I chuckle, the sound vibrating through her. "Yeah. Me too."
She lifts her head, her expression serious. "You know it's not just the sex, right?"
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I know, baby. I love you, Ellie."
"I love you, too."
I pull her closer, dragging my fingertips lazily up and down her bare arm. I watch the tension finally drain out of her, her breathing slowing and evening out against my chest as her eyes go heavy.
"Sleep, you're exhausted."
She nods and drifts off almost immediately, her body finally relaxing.
I lie there in the dark, Julian's words echoing: They're already coming.
Whatever is coming for us, whoever they send, they’ll have to cut through me to get to her. I’ve spent a lifetime making sure that's a task very few survive.
I press my mouth to her temple and close my eyes, trying to find some of that peace for myself before the world turns to shit again.
For the first time in my life, I have something worth surviving for. And I intend on fucking keeping it.