CHAPTER 33
KILLIAN
I’m out of control.
I’m having an out of body experience.
I’m going to ruin all other men for her.
I’m going to ruin her for all other men.
I plan to take my time with her. I want to reacquaint myself with every single inch of her body. By the time the sun rises, my touch will be burned into her – mind, body and soul.
I kick the door to my bedroom open with more force than necessary, causing the wood to bounce back against the wall, but I don’t tear my lips away from Daisy’s.
She writhes in my arms, searching for friction over our clothes. Her legs are wrapped tightly behind my back, my hands planted firmly on her ass, but she still doesn’t feel close enough.
“Fuck, angel. I need to be inside of you,” I groan against her lips.
“I need you, Killian,” she replies, and something slots back into place in the centre of my chest. Those words falling from her lips are enough to completely unravel me.
I slow my pace, laying her gently on the bed.
Pulling back, I hover above her and allow myself a moment to take her in.
I soak in her beauty, trace the freckles over the bridge of her nose.
Her hat is long gone, forgotten in our haste to get to the bedroom, and her dark curls fan out around her, a stark contrast against the light blue bedsheets.
I’ve dreamed of this moment. Wished for it. It’s almost surreal, seeing her in my bed, in my room, in the room that was meant to be ours, in the house that I built for her.
It feels right.
I pull her t-shirt over her head and lower mine, bringing my mouth to her breast and pulling her puckered nipple between my teeth and playing with the metal bar.
I can’t believe she pierced them.
Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“These fucking tits,” I growl.
Her back arches and a breathy sigh falls from her lips. The sound is like a siren to my dick, and the painfully hard muscle twitches behind my zipper, begging to be released.
Not yet. I haven’t touched another woman in four years. I want – no, I need to savour this moment. To drag it out for as long as I can before daylight comes, bringing reality and the consequences of our actions with it.
Right here, right now, in the dim light of my bedroom, nothing else exists.
There is no past.
No unanswered questions.
No grudges.
Just her and me.
“Killian,” she whines, her hips searching.
“I know, angel. We’ll get there soon. Just let me enjoy you.”
“I can’t. I need to…” she pauses.
“Need to what, angel?” I ask, my mouth hovering over the goosebump riddled skin on her stomach.
“I need to feel you. I need you to touch me.”
My brave girl.
Telling me exactly what she wants.
I pop open the button on her jeans, my fingers skimming her lower abdomen and driving her crazy as I take my time pulling the zipper down.
Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession. Sweat glistens on her chest. Her pupils are blown wide with arousal. She couldn’t be any fucking sexier than she is in this very moment.
I tug her boots off and toss them aside before her jeans quickly follow, leaving her in nothing but the pink lace thong covering her swollen clit.
Needing to taste her, I bury my head between her thighs and run my tongue up the length of her core. Her knees drop open, completely unabashed, a long moan falling from her lips.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this pretty pussy, Dais. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment.”
“Oh, God. Please,” she pleads.
Not wanting to waste another second, I pull her panties to the side and ravish her. Daisy cries out, her hips bucking off the bed at the contact and I grip her thighs, flattening her to the bed.
Her sweet arousal coats my tongue, and I groan. The vibrations spur her on and she grinds against my face. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fucking face.”
“Fuck,” she cries, her hips moving faster.
I flatten my tongue, push two fingers into her and curl them against her sweet spot.
“Oh my God. I’m so close,” she pants.
My mouth and fingers move in tandem as I pick up the pace, devouring her like a starving man. With a few more strokes, her body tenses, pussy spasming around my digits as she comes undone on my tongue.
It’s so fucking hot that I could come from this alone.
I slow my rhythm, lapping at her and catching every last drop of her arousal as she comes down from the high.
“Jesus Christ.” Her voice is hoarse, arm slung over her eyes as her breathing begins to slow.
“Don’t get too comfortable. I’m far from finished with you yet.”
I stand, my hands falling to my belt buckle. With nimble fingers, I undo it and tug down the zipper of my jeans, barely holding back a sigh of relief when my dick finally springs free.
Daisy lifts up on her elbows, her hungry gaze travelling the length of me before homing in on the throbbing length. She licks her lips, her eyes turning hungry and I smirk.
“Seems I’m not the only one that got something pierced,” she rasps.
I hum in agreeance. “Come here.”
She complies without hesitation, getting to her knees and crawling to the end of the bed.
I’m almost delirious with need for her. I’ve waited so fucking long for this moment and wished so hard for it, that if my body weren’t having such a visceral reaction, I’d think it was all a figment of my fucked-up imagination.
Daisy peers up at me beneath long lashes, her cheeks flushed from the orgasm. I bring a hand to her face, cupping her jaw and running my thumb over her bottom lip.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours.”
Her throat bobs against my palm as she swallows, darting her tongue out once more to wet her lips and I groan. “You gonna swallow my cock, angel?”
She nods.
“Good girl. Open,” I say, my voice hoarse with need.
Daisy doesn’t need further direction. She reaches forward, gripping the base of my dick. Her tongue darts out, swirling around the tip, right over my piercing and my eyes roll into the back of my damn head.
I drop my head back with a long moan. “Fuuuck...”
Her lips close around my cock, and she sucks me deep, the head hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag.
My vision blurs as her throat tightens around me, my balls drawing up tight and I suck in a deep breath to keep myself from becoming a two-pump chump.
Daisy’s eyes don’t leave my face as she rocks her head back and forth, her tongue licking and swirling. Saliva leaks from the corners of her mouth and I catch it with my thumbs as I cup both sides of her face and hold her head still.
“Relax your throat for me, angel.”
She blinks, tears gathering in her eyes, and does as she’s told. Her throat relaxes, allowing me to push deeper into her mouth.
I test her limits, moving slowly to see how much she can take. “Breath through your nose, Dais.”
She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly as she regulates her breathing. “That’s it. Keep breathing like that. I’m going to fuck your mouth now, okay?”
When she nods against me, I push her hair back from her face, gripping it in my fist and begin to move. I pull all the way back before snapping my hips forward. Again. And again.
Daisy moans, sending vibrations straight to my balls. “Fuck, yes. Again.”
I pull out, slam forward and she moans, her eyes rolling.
I marvel at her tear-streaked face as she takes everything I give. It’s not gentle. It’s primal. It’s desperate. It’s four years of pent-up frustration and anger being released.
And she takes it all.
Her hand reaches out, delicate fingers gripping my balls and I hold back a shout as she squeezes gently.
“Jesus, angel. I’m not going to last. I need to be inside you right now.”
She sucks in a deep breath as I release her, but I don’t waste a second. I push her backwards and she falls onto the bed with a gasp that is cut off quickly when I climb over her and cover her mouth with mine.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my shoulders, clinging to me. I tear my mouth from hers, holding her eyes as I reach between us, lining myself up with her centre.
My heart races in my chest, a droplet of sweat rolls down my back. Daisy cups my face, her eyes telling me she feels everything I’m feeling in this moment.
The weight of everything we lost hangs between us. All the pain and heartache swirls in the space where her breath meets mine. The words that are yet to be spoken, explanations still needing to be given, all of it fades away as she blinks up at me with tear-filled eyes.
“Killian,” she whispers, her voice cracking.
“I know, angel.” I lean down, my lips touching hers softly.
And then, for the first time in four years, I slide home.
DAISY
Killian squeezes his eyes shut as he pushes into me. His body trembles above me, goosebumps prickling along every inch of his skin.
I close my eyes, the moment too intense as my back arches and I suck in a breath at the foreign fullness.
“Daisy, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. I haven’t been inside a woman in four years, angel. I’m hanging by a thread here.”
What?
My eyes fly open, landing on his that now search my face with a pained expression. The breath seizes in my lungs. “Y-you haven’t been with anyone else?”
His jaw ticks as he shakes his head. “No.”
“Me neither.”
That makes him freeze. His arms lock tight, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “What?” his voice is barely above a whisper.
I reach up, my hand cupping his jaw. “There has been nobody else. Only you.”
Killian’s head drops, a rush of air escaping his lips and coasting along my neck. “Fuck.”
Panic settles in as he remains motionless above me, his head buried in the crevice of my neck where it meets my shoulder.
His breathing is rough and ragged, his hot breath against my skin sending tingles throughout my body.
I try to come up with something to say, something to take back the truth I spilled without thought.
But when Killian pulls back, the words die on my tongue. His eyes are dark, almost feral as they roam my face. Slowly, his lips curl at the corners, higher and higher until his face transforms with an unhinged smile.
And then he’s on me.
His hips snap back before slamming forward abruptly, sending him deeper than before and causing my mouth to fall open on a gasp. Killian uses that as his opening. His lips claim mine in a hungry, all-consuming kiss that makes my toes curl against the sheets beneath me.
His hand curls around my thigh, hooking my leg around his waist as he thrusts into me. The change in angle allows him to go impossibly deeper and when I feel the cool metal of his piercing hit that sweet spot inside of me, my eyes roll.
“Oh my God,” I cry, lifting my pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust.
“That’s it, angel. Take what you want.”
My skin is on fire. I’m burning up from the inside out. Like a volcano about to erupt, the lava running through my every nerve bubbles hotter with every snap of his hips against mine.
Killian releases an animalistic groan against my ear as I dig my nails into the slick skin on his back. “Fuck, yes.”
“Killian,” I whimper, needily.
I don’t know what it is I need. I need release. I need him closer. I need him. I need all of it.
It’s too much yet not enough.
The feel of his weight moving above me drives me insane. The predatory look in his eyes as he watches me unravel makes me wild.
I need more.
“Harder.”
Killian pulls out, stilling briefly before slamming forward, our skin connecting and creating a slapping sound. He does it again. And again. Pulling out slowly before driving his dick deeper into me.
The bed creaks beneath us. The sheets become a tangled mess as we fuck each other, both chasing the high we’ve deprived ourselves of for so long.
“You gonna come for me, Dais?” His voice is deep, thick with desire.
“Yes,” I moan as he pushes against my lower abdomen with one hand while using the other to play with my clit. “Oh, fuck.”
“Then come,” he growls, and the demand brings the tension building inside of me to its peak. It builds and builds until the coil snaps, and I throw my head back on a silent scream.
I convulse around him, my pussy spasming as my orgasm tears through every limb. My vision blurs, ears ring and all I can focus on is the euphoria spreading through me.
Killian thrusts once, twice more before he stills above me. He lets out a roar load enough that his neighbours would hear if he had any, as his cock grows impossibly thicker within me before he spills his release inside of me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, squeezing his eyes shut as he rides out his own high.
I watch from below as his muscles tense, his veins popping before he goes completely lax. His arms give out, and he lands on top of me with heavy breaths, his head once against buried against my neck.
He shivers as I run my hands down his back, allowing myself to touch and explore him freely.
“Dais,” he croaks.
“I know,” I whisper in reply, not needing him to explain.
I feel it, too.