Chapter 39 Ivy #2
“I can go all night, baby vamp.”
Fuck, maybe he will be the End of me, she mused, but a grin cracked her features anyway.
His hand reached underneath her and undid her strapless bra before tossing it across the room. He proceeded to flick his tongue over each of her nipples, before kissing a path down her body. She parted her legs for him, and he kissed her through the thin fabric of her underwear.
He teased her there for what felt like an entire night, before his hands swept down and removed the barrier of fabric. Rather than bringing his mouth to her flesh, he climbed back up her body and brought his mouth to her ear.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he demanded in a low whisper, and the sound sent a ripple of desire pulsing through her body.
“Touch me,” she breathed, practically squirming beneath him.
“Where?”
“Down there.” Ivy blushed again.
“Where?” Killian nipped her earlobe. It made her body erupt in chills, and she moaned against him.
“My pussy.” Ivy’s words were but a breath, and her cheeks were on fire. She wasn’t used to dirty talk, and she found it both challenging and thrilling. She’d never experienced sex like this before, and she wanted more—she wanted everything.
Satisfied with her response, Killian’s hand trailed down her body. It traced her scar and caressed her breast before grazing over her stomach and coming to rest at the apex of her thighs. His fingers traced the outline of her lips before making their way inside.
“So deliciously wet for me,” Killian groaned as his finger swept slow and torturous circles on her clit. He kissed along her neck, eventually finding her mouth with his as he started to stroke her more vigorously.
She ground herself against his hand and he eventually shifted to thrust two fingers inside of her.
She moaned loudly at the change in sensation and bucked up against him as he worked his fingers in and out of her.
Her pleasure increased, but before it could reach its peak, she felt Killian withdraw.
Her attention snapped to his grinning face. She felt movement between them, and she felt him line himself up with her entrance. She groaned in approval and directed her hands to his buttocks to encourage him.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, Killian,” she panted. Her need was a trapped animal, desperate to be set free.
Killian plunged into her, and she cried out at the sensation. She relished in the pleasure-pain as she adjusted to his size. She eventually started to rock against him to urge him to start thrusting.
He propped himself up to watch her, his eyes fixed on her breasts as they bounced with every thrust. She appreciated the ripple of his muscles as he moved, and she was transfixed by the swirling of his red-and-black eyes as he fucked her.
The pressure began to build again, but as her orgasm neared, she was hit with a different urge. She let out a shuddering breath as she was hit with an overwhelming need. She didn’t understand her want and hesitated to voice it, but Killian’s movements slowed when he sensed something was wrong.
“What is it?” He swept her hair away from her face. Concern was written on his features, and she felt compelled to share her thoughts, if only to chase that expression away.
“I want to taste you, Killian,” she rasped, and suddenly, it was his turn to hesitate. He stilled, and it seemed that he was warring with his thoughts. She bit her lip, not sure how to handle the shift, and a wave of horror flashed through her when he withdrew completely.
It was short-lived, though. He crawled up to the head of the bed and purred, “Come here, baby vamp.”
She climbed onto his lap, his hands found her hips and she sank down onto his cock.
As she started to ride him, Killian leaned his head back and to the side, exposing the left side of his neck to her.
The flesh was smooth—his Creation scar was on the other side.
He glanced at her and the look he gave her was a summoning.
As their eyes met, she was struck with an indisputable sense of significance.
She wanted to mark the moment with words, but nothing seemed to do it justice.
She leaned in, pressing her lips to his neck in a gentle kiss before letting her fangs sink into the flesh.
She was rewarded with a rush of blood that hit her tongue and tasted like strawberries, with a hint of pepper.
She managed one swift pull before the wound closed, but the flavour lingered on her tongue and sent a full-body shiver throughout her.
The blood reinvigorated her, and she crashed her body into Killian’s more enthusiastically.
Killian thrust up to meet her, hitting the spot within her that sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her whole body.
It wasn’t long before her orgasm came screaming through her.
She threw her head back and moaned, and she felt the twitch of Killian’s release arrive a moment after.
She collapsed against his chest as she struggled to catch her breath. She felt Killian’s hands stroking her back in a gentle caress. Once she’d regained her composure, she leaned back to look into Killian’s eyes and saw him in a whole new light.
He wasn’t just gorgeous, he was exquisite. From his muscled body to his unkempt hair, and those enchanting, ever-changing eyes. She sat and stared at him for a moment, agape and oblivious to the look of worry that lined his features.
But what really made her breath hitch in her throat, was the undeniable feeling of completeness that filled her to the core.
It came with an intrinsic knowledge that this male was hers.
She felt that invisible tether once more, and this time she felt the tug towards Killian, as the bond sealed and stretched that tether tight.
“Killian, you’re my Resonant.”