Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Killian
My eyes flutter open, and the sound of light and low panting fills my ears.
Beside me, Liliana lies on her side facing me, just staring at my morning wood.
Her dark hair spreads across the pillow like a stain.
Her eyes are open, fixed on my crotch. And her hand is between her legs, moving in slow circles beneath the thin cotton of the towel that has a spot of blood.
The fabric shifts with her movements, outlining the shape of her fingers pressing against her pussy.
My cock throbs, a pulse of heat that makes me grit my teeth.
Killian, don’t.
I close my eyes again, hoping she will finish quickly, but everything comes crashing when I hear her moan.
Fuck it. I open my eyes.
"Need help?" My voice comes out rougher than intended.
She freezes. Her hand stops moving, but she doesn't pull it away. Her eyes snap up to mine, wide and dark. For a second, I expect her to make some cutting remark, to roll over and pretend this never happened.
Instead, her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip before biting it. When I untuck the towel from my waist and remove it, letting my cock free, I notice her breathing picks up.
I shift onto my side, facing her fully. My dick presses against the mattress, demanding attention.
The air between us thickens, charged with something that feels like electricity and frustration and pure, undiluted lust. I reach out, my fingers brushing against her wrist. Her skin is hot, damp with sweat.
"Let me help you with that."
She pulls back slightly. "I’m bleeding.”
I raise an eyebrow. "And?" I trail my fingers up her arm, watching the goosebumps rise in their wake. “You already made a mess on the sheets.”
"Because…" she hesitates, her cheeks flushing.
I move closer, close enough that I can feel the warmth of her breath on my face. "You think that bothers me?"
"It should bother you." But her voice lacks conviction. "It's messy."
"I like messy." I slide my hand down her side, over the curve of her hip.
Her breath catches when my fingers find where her towel was tucked around her chest. "You're disgusting."
"It will help with your pain." I tug at the fabric, watching her breasts bust free while, in one swift motion, I roll onto her, and she rolls onto her back. Her legs open, letting my body rest in between them.
She wants this as much as I do. I see it in her eyes and feel the heat radiating off her skin. I dip my head toward her head.
"It can be our little secret," I whisper against her ear as I let my cock fall in between her slit, letting it rest on her clit.
"Killian—" Her protest dissolves into a moan as I circle my hip. Her body arches into me, her hips rocking in time with my movements.
"He’s big," I murmur, nipping at her earlobe. "Can you handle it, Liliana?"
My hand glides up her torso, grabbing a breast, rubbing the nipple with my thumb.
"Condom?" she asks, but her voice is already breathless.
Shit. I sure as hell don’t have any condoms. Taking a deep breathe I shake my head and begin puling away.
Liliana wraps her arms and legs around me locking us in place.
When I see the wild look of lust in her eyes, that's all the confirmation I need.
I position myself at her entrance, feeling the combination of her wetness and the slickness of her blood. She's tighter than I imagined.
"Fuck," she breathes out. "It’s not going to fit."
I chuckle, pulling back slightly before thrusting deeper. "I’ll get him to fit."
When I push further inside, she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. Moving her hips to adjust to my size, it doesn’t take long for her to begin panting. I trail kisses along her neck and ear, sucking at the lobe.
Her response is lost in a moan as I set a rhythm. Each thrust drives deeper, her body meeting mine with equal urgency. The smell of blood and sex fills the air, primal and intoxicating. There is no kissing, but we are face to face, our noses touching.
"Killian—" her voice breaks on my name.
Her pussy feels so good, and hearing her say my name almost puts me over the edge. I feel her clenching around me as her eyes roll back.
"Not yet," I growl. “Give me more.”
Our bodies clapping together and the sound of my dick pounding her wet pussy had us both lost in lust.
“I can’t hold on anymore,” Liliana pants.
Increasing my pace as I growl. "You want to make a mess?"
“Yes, yes.”
Her orgasm hits her hard, her pussy clamping down around me as she cries out. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, her face flushed with pleasure, pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep, riding out her orgasm and spilling inside her before I collapse on top of her.
For a moment, we lie tangled together, breathing heavily. Finally, I pull out of her and roll onto my back. We both lie there staring at the ceiling, still in shock and both drenched in blood.
“I still hate you.” She lets out a breath.
"The feeling's mutual."