14. Mila
14
MILA
I woke up to a warm, hard body wrapped around me.
In my sleep-dazed mind, I thought it might be Maverick returning from wherever he had been. Or perhaps Silas had snuck into my room last night while I slept, but the arms felt different, and I couldn’t figure out why that was.
I also couldn’t bring myself to care because it felt like there was a heavy cloud settling over my body. I had never felt like this waking up before, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
Hell, why was I feeling like this?
I shifted, and the arms tightened around me. Slowly, I turned around and took in the arresting brown eyes against rich, olive-tan skin. His face was inscrutable, and his dark brown hair was nothing but a mess on top of his head. And still, he looked beautiful. Even more so now than he was when he was put together because he didn’t look so harsh or rude.
He looked like someone who could belong to me. He looked like the man who had held me right after tracking me, and a messed-up part of me really missed that man, even if I was still angry at him for tracking me.
I held out my hand, and he looked at it as if it were a snake and would bite his face off, but he didn’t move away, and he didn’t stop me. His huge body tensed when I cupped his cheek, taking in the rough stubble around his jawline, his cheek.
I didn’t think I had ever seen Killian so… unkempt.
And tired. “Did you not sleep?” I asked.
“How could I when I finally just got you back in my arms?” he said, his voice clear. The words were so uncharacteristic of him, something I never thought he would say to me in a million years, I was struck frozen.
“Killian.”
“Fuck, baby. But don’t ever leave again. Don’t ever run away. You stay, and you fucking fight. If we do something you don’t like, you just stay and yell at us.”
I scowled at him, trying to pull away, but he must have seen the intention on my face because he grabbed my hand and pushed it down against his chest, trapping it with his own hand.
“You act like I ran away over something small and insignificant. As if this had been nothing more than me throwing a tantrum,” I said.
He shook his head. “That’s not what I’m saying at all, but fuck, I can’t… I fucking can’t go through this again, firecracker.”
“This?”
He took in a harsh breath before letting it out brokenly. “This… hell. This time you’ve been gone has been fucking hell, and I won’t be put through that again, you get me?”
“And the lies?”
Maverick already promised me complete honesty, and Silas said something similar, but just because the brothers operated as one didn’t mean they were. They were their own person, and I needed the same promise from Killian himself.
“I won’t lie to you,” he said.
“What about omitting things? Keeping things from me?”
He hesitated. Anger surged through me, and I tried to pull away. Killian wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up on top of his body, my legs straddling his sides. I sat up and tried to find my balance, pushing my palms down on his strong, bare chest. My head still felt fuzzy. I resisted the urge to lie back down on him. Fuck, but why did I feel like this? Taking in a deep breath, I looked down at Killian and tried to focus my gaze.
There was something in his eyes as he stared up at me that made my heart race. I ignored the feeling and glared down at him. He wrapped both hands around my sides, his fingers reaching part of my ass.
“Killian. We’re talking.”
He shrugged, the move making me feel out of balance. I pressed down harder on his chest. “So talk,” he said.
“Don’t you think this position is a little… distracting?”
One side of his lips tilted in a slight smirk. “Are you distracted?”
Fuck, but I was. I really was. My shorts had ridden up when he moved me, and now they were pulling against the crotch area.
It didn’t help that I was straddling him.
“Killian.”
His smirk widened, and I shifted a little. I sucked in a sharp breath when my side burned from the move.
What the hell?
I didn’t remember hitting anything yesterday. I frowned, and Killian watched me. Though the smile was still on his face, there was something… dark and sinister in his eyes… possessive. Without saying anything, I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up to the bottom swell of my breasts. The sight that greeted me didn’t fully register in my brain at first. I blinked, so sure it was nothing more than a mirage, probably brought on by stress and lack of sleep.
But no, it was still there, no matter how long I stared at it.
Slowly, I looked over at Killian. That impassive look was back on his face as if he didn’t know how I would react.
I took in a deep breath, trying to push down the anger.
And then another one.
A third deep breath and… no. The anger was still there.
“You tattooed me? While I was asleep… how did I not wake up…?” My gaze automatically moved to the glass of water I had on the dresser. I narrowed my eyes on it, trying to think back to anything I might remember after I had taken a drink. “You drugged me.”
It would explain why I felt so off, so heavy this morning.
His hands moved up, cupping my waist on either side. The feel of his warm palms on my bare skin jolted me out of my anger momentarily. I frowned down at him.
He nodded, not looking remorseful in the least. “I did.”
“You—” I let out a long, harsh exhale, not knowing what to say to that. I let go of my shirt and let it fall back down. Killian didn’t move his hands, and they remained beneath my shirt. I tried to pull away, to get off and get some distance between us. He held me straddling him.
I turned angry eyes to him. “Let. Go.”
“Why are you angry when I’m being honest with you?”
I blinked, taken aback and not knowing what to say to such an infuriating comment. I took a moment to get my bearings. “Are you fucking with me?”
“No, baby. I’m being serious.”
“What makes you think this is okay? How could it be? You—you?—”
“I marked you as mine. As ours,” he said darkly. “A reminder to anyone and to you. Not that I would ever let another fucker lay his eyes on you. No, only my brothers and I get the privilege of seeing you. This is the mark of my ownership over you.”
“ Ownership? ” I repeated. The fucker smiled. I scoffed. “And don’t kid yourself. You know no one else would have seen me unless I wore a bikini. This is a reminder to me, and that’s all it is. Fuck your ownership.”
He didn’t deny it. “Why is that such a bad thing?”
“Because I am a human being!”
His hand tightened around me. “Yes, I know. But that doesn’t mean anything. I will own every part of you. Your body, your thoughts. Your fucking soul. There won’t be a single thing that belongs to you that doesn’t belong to me as well. Just like you fucking own me. In every single fucking way. So much, I can’t breathe when I look at you.”
Was that supposed to make me less mad at him… because it was fucking working. I hold on to the fact that he tattooed me without my consent.
I slapped my hands down on his chest, but there wasn’t much heat to the move. “Let go.”
He shook his head. “No. Remember what I said.”
“No, and I’m too fucking pissed to think about anything else but the fact that you. Fucking. MARKED. Me!”
He winced a little. “I’m right here, little firecracker. There is no need to scream.”
I slapped my hands down on his chest once more, harder than the first time. “Let go!”
“No.”
He pulled me down to him. I was so surprised by the sudden change, I didn’t think to fight him, and when I realized I should, it was too late. I was lying on top of him, my nipples pressed up against his chest. They pebbled from the sensation, and I knew he didn’t miss it.
He pushed his hands down my body until he was cupping my ass. He massaged the globes in those big hands of his, and despite my anger, I could feel myself growing wet.
“Stop. We either talk about this, or you let me go cool off.”
“I’m never letting you go,” he said fiercely, so much so that I was taken aback. I pulled away and took in his dark eyes.
“I meant let me go to cool off,” I said evenly.
“I heard what you said, and no. Stay here. Fight with me. Hit me if you need to. I can fucking take it, but no space, firecracker. No— fuck .” He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, there was something I hadn’t seen in there before. Something I wasn’t sure I wanted to dissect. “No space.”
I shook my head. “That’s ridiculous. A little space isn’t going to hurt. And with the way I’m feeling, I might say something to hurt you.”
He offered that cocky little smirk that had my fists balling. “You really think a little thing like you can hurt me?”
I couldn’t say anything to that. I was trying hard not to lose control. He was impossible. How could I not know just how maddening he really was?
“Let me go,” I tried again.
He tightened his hands on my ass marginally before moving them up to the hem, then beneath my shorts, beneath my underwear. His hands were now on my bare skin.
A small moan escaped my lips before I could think to curb it. “Killian.”
“No,” he said once more, pushing the shorts down slightly. The cool air teased my bare ass, and I closed my eyes, burying my face slightly in his chest when I felt his fingers move down my crease.
A small growl came out of his chest when he found me wet. “Fuck me, but is this for me?”
Hell, if I let him, he was going to fuck all the anger out of me, and we still needed to talk. That wasn’t happening now.
I pulled my head up, aiming for his chin, feeling a thrill of satisfaction when I hit my target. His hold on me lessened a little, and he let out a small grunt in pain.
I didn’t wait. Didn’t think.
I pushed off him and tried to get out of the bed.
My miscalculation was the shorts still pushed slightly off me. And because I got up too quickly.
Fuck.
I swayed.
And Killian was fast.
He wrapped one arm around my torso, pulling me back until I was pressed up tightly against his chest from behind. I gasped as he used his other hand to push my shorts down all the way, only stopping at my knees when they couldn't go any further because of the position.
“Killian,” I moaned out when he cupped me from behind, his hand squeezing slightly.
“Fuck, firecracker. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
I let out a broken exhale when I felt his fingers flicking over my clit.
“You can’t just distract me with sex to get me to stop being angry at you.”
Dark amusement tinged his voice when he said, “Who said I’m trying to get you to stop being angry at me?”
I gasped and turned back slightly to meet his eyes. They darkened with arousal, even as a smirk pulled his lips up. I was pulled back slightly when I noticed the blood dripping down his lips from when I headbutted him. His grin widened, looking like a nightmare come to life.
I shuddered, but only in part wariness. The other part… I didn’t want to think about it.
“You should clean up.”
His smile went up a notch. “Why? Don’t you like to see how you made me bleed?”
He flipped me around before I could say anything, pulling my shorts and panties down completely and throwing them somewhere on the ground. I watched the space where they had fallen just as Killian pushed my legs apart and crawled in between them.
Fuck.
“Killian.”
He leaned down and kissed me, his blood smeared over my skin as the metallic taste hit my tongue. I tried to turn my head away, but he only kissed me harder, nipping at my bottom lip until it throbbed.
When he pulled back, there was a sort of frenzy in his eyes that I had never seen before.
“Fuck, baby, but look at you, covered in my blood. Do you know what it does to me?”
He pivoted his hips, pressing against me and causing my eyes to roll back. I let out a small whimper. I didn’t have to guess what this was doing to him. He was hard. So hard. Those boxer briefs he had on did nothing to hide that.
I raked my nails down his back roughly, feeling wetness form beneath my fingertips. I might have made him bleed—I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.
He pressed down against me once more, and I could feel my entire being tremble from the move. His side touched mine, hitting my newly acquired tattoo and reminding me all over again that he was a bastard.
I shook my head and slapped my hands on his chest. He pulled back, but I thought it was more from surprise than from any strength I might have over him.
“No, you’re not distracting me. You crossed a line. You can’t just drug me and tattoo the Tiernan name on me.”
He looked at me impassively before reaching his hands down on my legs and pulling them up slightly as he pushed forward.
I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise and glared at him.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Why not?” I repeated to make sure I had heard him right.
He pushed his hand down between our bodies and cupped my pussy. I bit the inside of my cheek.
“Yes,” he responded calmly. “Why not? Do you belong to me?”
His fingers moved across my clit, rubbing over the swollen nub and causing me to slightly convulse. Fuck.
“That’s not the point.”
“No? I think that is exactly the point. You. Are. Mine.” He enunciated each word darkly, his fingers pressing down harder on my clit.
“Killian.”
Suddenly, he pulled away from me. The move was so unexpected, I could only blink at him. But he wasn’t leaving. He grabbed my hand and dragged me up to a sitting position before lifting my shirt off me.
I shivered from the cold air on my nipples as Killian cupped one breast from his side, playing with my nipple.
He took in every inch of my naked skin, the heat in his eyes devouring me in ways that made my heart drop. I felt like a little doe, coming face-to-face with a lion, struck frozen.
All I could do was watch him watch me.
He stopped when he got to my middle. I knew what he was looking at, and the way his eyes gleamed in the light almost made me think he was… proud of what he did.
His eyes were laser-focused on the tattoo, the black ink standing out clearly against my pale skin. I looked at it, too. The skin surrounding it was still red. He gently ran his finger around it.
“I’ll have to take care not to press up on it. That limits the positions we can be in.”
“If you think— fuck .”
His lips closed over my nipple, sucking on it before rolling the erect bud with his teeth.
I arched my back, trying to escape, but he only followed. The hand that was playing with my breast slid down and around me, pressing the flat of his palm over my back and holding me to him.
He looked up, his dark eyes glinting with desire before he kissed his way up, leaving a heated, wet trail from his mouth on my skin along the way.
Then he kissed me.
I tried to keep my eyes open, to not give in to the kiss, but the truth was, I missed him so much.
I didn’t know how to turn away from him. Even when I could still taste the tinge of blood on his lips, it wasn’t enough to deter me. In fact…
I shook away the thought as soon as it entered my mind. I wasn’t like them. I didn’t want blood play to be a part of whatever this between us was.
I hadn’t even realized my eyes had closed until I felt his chest vibrating against me as he deepened the kiss. My hands balled into fists to keep from reaching for him, but it was hard.
So hard.
The hand that was on my back moved up to my shoulder blades and stayed there, jerking me closer to him. My hands went down to his waist, staying there as I tried to keep my balance while falling into the kiss.
He hummed against my lips before pulling away. I watched him with hooded eyes as he looked back at me with dark ones. His lips were swollen and shiny, and his tan skin was slightly flushed. He looked beautiful, but then again, he had always been beautiful.
Beautiful and cruel.
Before I could utter another word of protest, he hoisted me in his arms as he climbed off the bed. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, afraid he might let me fall. I might trust Maverick and Silas not to let me fall, but Killian… There were still so many things uncertain about him. About us.
But he held me tightly in his arms, only letting go when he neared the table by the window that served as a dining table and placeholder for my things.
I jumped when my bare ass hit the cold wooden surface, glaring at him. Not that he was paying me any attention. He had everything I had placed on the table flying to the ground in one swoop of his arms. I could only stare at him, my mouth agape.
I couldn’t even remember if I had placed anything important on the table, and moments later, it didn’t matter to me because Killian was back, standing in between my legs. At some point, he had taken off his boxer briefs and was now completely naked.
My mouth went dry at the sight of him, and I couldn’t help when my eyes made a slow perusal down his body and stopped on the thick, angry-looking appendage between his powerful legs.
The mushroom tip was tinged in purple and covered in a slight sheen of pre-cum.
I licked my lips, which Killian didn’t miss because, with a growl, he pushed me down by my shoulders until I was lying flat on the table, and he stood before me, like a king, about to take what he felt was his all along.
That might be the case, but that didn’t mean all our problems were gone.
I tried to move off the table, but he was standing between my legs, as immovable as a fucking mountain. My lips pulled back into a sneer.
“Are you fucking serious? You won’t talk to me, but you want to fuck?”
His grin was frustratingly sexy. I wanted to slap it off him.
“We talked. What else is there?”
I slapped his bare chest. “A lot. What about feelings?”
He frowned, showcasing a slight wrinkle between his brows. “Yours?” He shook his head, his face relaxing. “I already know how you feel about me, firecracker.”
Doubtful, considering I had never said anything like that to him.
“What about your feelings?” I gritted out. Maverick and Silas were hard to read, but at least I didn’t have to guess how they felt. Not now. Killian was a whole other ball game, and I didn’t fucking know how to play.
He pressed his hand down on my stomach, and I held my breath to keep from reacting to such a simple touch. He leaned down close until only several inches separated his face from mine. I looked up and took in the dark irises of his eyes, along with the gold flecks reflected by the sunlight coming in through the nearby window.
“Feelings?” he asked, his voice low. I blinked and looked away, not wanting him to see the emotions I was sure reflected in my eyes.
He cupped my cheek with one hand and gently tugged me back so that I was looking at him. There was a small smile on his face that I didn’t know what to make of.
“How could you not know? You think I go crazy over any girl out there?”
“You got the crazy part right,” I muttered.
His smile widened. “How could you really not know? I love you.”
My breath caught, and then I stopped breathing.
He… what?
The smile never left his face, and it only got more arrogant when my lungs burned, and I took in a deep breath of air.
Even when he smiled like this, there was nothing soft about his face. I doubt I would ever see it. All the harsh lines of his features coming in to form such a beautiful man who looked like he hated the world.
“You love—me?” I asked, my voice catching on the word. Love.
I couldn’t even remember the last time someone had uttered those words to me. My eyes stung, and he frowned. “That wasn’t supposed to make you cry.”
I shook my head, speechless.
“I fucking love you.”
I cried harder, trying to gasp for air. When it didn’t feel like I was slowly being choked to death, I looked him straight in the eyes and said softly, “I love you too.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, that one word uttered out with so much desperation I wanted to drown in it. I wasn’t sure he meant for me to hear that.
I let out a shaky exhale just as he closed the gap between us and kissed me. My arms wrapped around his neck automatically, and I closed my eyes, giving in to the kiss.
I hummed against him, taking in the taste, the feel, the— everything . I could never get enough of this. I let out a whimper in protest when he pulled away, not that it deterred him. He stood back up between my legs, his heated eyes taking in my naked body, his gaze lingering on some places more than others. He pushed his hand up, from my stomach, up my sternum, between my breasts, until he had my slender neck wrapped with one big hand.
I tried not to move.
His eyes took on a wicked glint as he teasingly moved his hand down my body, stopping when he got to my nipple, playing with it.
“Now, baby, can I fuck you, please ?”
I couldn’t answer him. Not with his finger playing with my nipple, the movement getting rougher and rougher with each second, and not with his other hand wrapped around his shaft as he gave himself a few hard strokes that nearly had me coming undone. Fuck.
I gasped when he tapped the tip of his head against my opening, my back arching as I felt my core beating in tandem with my heart.
“Killian,” I mumbled.
He shot me a knowing look, bringing the head down to my entrance. He pushed in about an inch, stretching me.
I scratched down his forearm from the sensation, my hips gyrating, trying to get him to push inside me further. He resisted, pulling back out of me and dipping back inside me slightly once again.
He did that three more times, driving me crazy.
“Fuck, Killian.”
He plucked at my nipple, then moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment. Wetness gushed out of me, making the skin on my inner thigh slick.
“Say it, baby. I want you to tell me— beg me to fuck you.”
I glared up at him. He pushed a little further inside me, making me lose my thought.
Hell.
“Words, baby. I need the words.”
I bit my lip, debating. His eyes held a note of a challenge, as if daring me to back out.
“Killian. Please fucking fuck me.”
“Fuck, baby. How pretty you beg,” he quipped, but he finally, finally drove inside me all the way with a forceful momentum that shook the entire table beneath me.
I let out a small cry, both from pleasure and pain, and Killian fucked me.
And fucked me harder.
And fucked me rougher.
Hell.
I threw my head back and let out a coarse sound, my entire body vibrating with every thrust he pushed in against me as his hands moved down to my hips and gripped me possessively.
All the while, he never relented.
He continued to fuck me as if his entire being depended on it. As if it were my soul he was after, and he wanted nothing more than to drown in me. The feeling left me flailing, and I clung harder to him, my hands wrapped around his arms as if he could save me.
I didn’t fucking know what to do with my legs. Wrap them around him and hold him closer to me? Or keep them spread and falling from the table?
I bent my knees when the position started to ache, and he brought his hand down and flicked painfully at my clit, causing me to yelp.
“Hold still,” he gritted out, pushing inside of me in one brutal thrust.
“My—My legs…”
He grabbed my knees with both hands and bent them back until they nearly touched my front. “Keep this position. You move, and I’ll punish you.”
Fuck.
I tried to hold the position, replacing his hands with my own and hooking them around the back of my knees as his hand moved up, pulling on my hair.
Something shiny caught my attention, and I looked down at the gold anklet I was wearing that I hadn’t been wearing the night before when I went to sleep. My eyes moved to Killian, his gaze holding a sort of challenge in it, as if daring me to reject it.
Or to take it off.
I shuddered, imagining all the ways he could convince me to wear his… gift.
I didn’t say anything to that. The crazy bastard already tattooed me. The anklet was nothing compared to that.
Killian tugged on my hair a little harder, bringing me back to reality. I gasped, and he loosened his hold. “You’re getting distracted,” he gritted, brutally driving his dick back inside of me until there was a slight pain associated with it. I clenched my walls around him, and he groaned, pulling back out and quickly pushing back into me with the same ferocity as before.
Tears stung my eyes. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
He changed the tempo of his strokes, from slow, hard ones to quick, short stabs of his dick, teasing an orgasm out of me. He went back to the slow, hard thrusts just before I could fall under.
I threw my head to the side, my entire body tensing, trying to hold the position as fog descended in my mind, and I reached ecstasy. I pushed my hips closer to him.
He slapped the side of my tit, the sting nearly pushing me over. A loud torturous cry escaped my lips, and I looked up at him with eyes half-mast.
He grinned. “Stop trying to top from the bottom, firecracker.”
Before I could respond, he grabbed my hip and moved exactly in the way that I needed from him. I could no longer hold on to my legs. They flopped down on the table. A sob burst free, a touch of delirium clouding me. Tears streamed down my face when I came with a wretched cry.
“Killian!”
“Fuck, that’s it, firecracker. Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good around me, yes, fucking clench around me. Take what you fucking want.”
My body convulsed the harder he pounded against me until the pounding against my pussy increased, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I writhed, trying to get away. He pulled out of me so suddenly I nearly fell from the table. But Killian was there before I could catch my bearings, and he was carrying me in his arms, then threw me on the bed.
I landed on all fours. Before I could reposition myself, he was right there, his chest pressed up against my back. He grabbed himself and rammed inside me to the hilt in one smooth move.
I let out a small shriek, still so goddamn sensitive, especially since I hadn't fully come back down just yet. He ignored that and continued to work me over.
One hand slid around to my front, pressing it flat down on my stomach and holding me still as he fucked me like this.
I would have fallen forward had he not had such a strong hold on me. His other hand pressed against my chest, and I was sure he could feel my heart beating erratically. I sure as hell could hear it.
Hear that and our breathing mingling in the small space of this room. I tilted my head back and looked at him. Our eyes met. There wasn’t the softness in his eyes like I’d seen in Silas and even Maverick at times, but a frantic, feeding frenzy, desperate, all-consuming darkness that I knew I could so easily fall into.
I blinked the tears away as he moved harder against me, all the while keeping me upright on my knees. I clutched onto his forearms, my fingernails digging into his skin harder with each rough pounding against me.
“Baby,” he whispered against my skin.
I exploded…
I fucking fell into the darkness, all my pieces shattered and useless, just waiting for him to pick me up and put me back together.
I wailed in protest when he pulled out of me mid-orgasm once more and turned me around until I was facing him. He fell backward, taking me with him until I was straddling on top of him.
His face was strained, just before he relaxed, and his lips twisted. Then he said, “Take what you want from me.”
I pressed my hands down on his hard chest, hesitating for a quick second before pushing myself up slightly. I reached down for his cock, giving him the same rough strokes I’d seen him do to himself earlier. He growled, the sound so fucking sexy, I nearly came.
“Fuck, firecracker. What kind of retribution is this?”
I smiled a little. It hadn’t been my intention, but…
I teased him a few times until he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it viciously. “Quit playing, girl, and fuck me.”
As if to drive his point home, he roughly slapped my tits. One after the other. The third spank was directly on my nipple.
I screeched, pulling back and covering my chest with my arms.
“What happened to loving me?” I asked.
He laughed. “Oh, I fucking love you, and you don’t doubt that one bit, do you, firecracker? And you won’t ever question that.”
There was a warning in his voice. I pouted without thinking, eliciting another chuckle from him. I didn’t think I had ever seen him laugh so much.
He pulled my arms away, his eyes inspecting the reddened skin around my chest, his dick twitching between us.
I jumped, slightly surprised. “It turns you on to see me like this?”
He spanked my ass cheek in answer, causing me to jolt forward.
“If I had it my way, you would bear all the marks of my roughness on you forever. Now fuck me, firecracker, before I decide to tie you up to this bed and show you just how much seeing you in pain turns me on.”
I shivered from his words, only I wasn’t sure if it was in fear or… or something else.
The glint in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I was thinking… feeling.
I pushed back down a little, getting to the perfect position. He watched me with rapt attention when I grabbed his cock once more, my hands shaking slightly. I directed the tip to my entrance, my eyes widening a little at the feel of it. The stretch was much more pronounced like this, and there was just something about being on top, looking down at him, and having this illusion of control that got to me.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew I wasn’t fully in control. What was it that he had accused me of earlier? Topping from the bottom.
Well, I knew he was doing that, and judging from his smug grin, I knew he knew that too.
I sank down all the way on him, gasping from both the aching pain and the spiking pleasure.
I moaned and looked down to see him gritting his teeth, that hard expression back on his face. Both hands came up and grasped my hips, but he didn’t try to move me.
He just looked at me in that intense way of his. I licked my lips and experimentally moved my hips, and had I not been watching his face, I wouldn’t have noticed the change, wouldn’t have noticed the pleasure coming out of him, encouraging me. I rotated my hips, moving faster against him.
His grip tightened on me bruisingly. I would be surprised if he didn't leave a bruise there later.
“Fuck, that’s it, firecracker. Go as hard as you need. I want to see you fall apart on top of me.”
I whimpered and followed his words, moving harder, faster against him, until my delirium pushed away the pain, pushed away all my problems, the pregnancy, pushed away all the stress, until there was nothing left in this room, in this world, but me and him.
His hand moved away from my hip and to my center. I watched as he played with my clit while I fucked him, his calloused fingers flicking over the bundle of nerves and driving me over the edge.
I fell first, and he soon followed. His shout erupted and rocked the very foundation of the motel room.
I felt liquid heat spurt inside me, and that only drove me further over the edge. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I fell on top of him, my face buried in his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin there as I tried to ride it out.
Never had I felt so spent.
His arms banded around me, his palm covering the small of my back, and he held me to him, keeping me steady.
And how badly I wished he would always keep me steady.