Chapter 26 #2
I leaned in and pressed my lips against his elegant neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. He stopped toying with my nipples and looked up, those golden eyes shining with a depth of emotion that terrified me. Yet it was all I’d wanted for a lifetime.
Cillian kissed me then, and the power behind it made me melt.
No words were exchanged in this moment, but they weren’t needed.
The desperation between us rose with every passing minute, as we both understood this could be our last. That once we left the sanctity of tonight, we might no longer be able to reclaim any of this.
His knot began to deflate inside me at last, and he pulled out.
His cum started to flood out, some of it trickling down the inside of my thigh, but Cillian pressed his fingers against my gaping hole, stopping the flow.
“You need more of my cum inside you,” he murmured, rubbing his fingers against my wet and sloppy hole. “I want it leaking down your thighs for days.”
Ngh. I panted, the throb in my balls unbearable. I would explode if I didn’t come, and yet I didn’t want to either. I wanted him to fuck me and toy with me for as long as possible.
“Flip over. On the bed on your stomach,” he said, giving my hole a light spank.
The squelching sound it made sent a flush of heat and embarrassment through me.
I loved it so much. Slowly, I rose on my knees, my thighs trembling, and then I extricated myself from Cillian’s lap to flop in the middle of the bed, stomach first. His cum gushed from my hole, making a mess between my thighs.
Cillian settled behind me with a creak, then a schlick, schlick sound.
I glanced back to see him stroking his cock with the glisten of more lube.
Even after fucking and knotting me, he looked harder than I believed possible.
A demon’s refractory period was much shorter than a human’s, and for that I was grateful.
His black hair was tousled and messy from how hard he’d fucked me, and a sheen of sweat slicked over his muscles, making them glisten in the low light.
“Mark me,” I begged. “As much as you can.”
“You want me to unleash on you, pet?”
“You know I can take it,” I challenged.
His golden eyes flared with a fierceness that turned me on beyond belief. He swallowed hard and ran his palm against my cheek. “No one can take me like you do.”
My throat grew tight, and my eyes burned. The melancholy tinge to his words, they sounded too much like a goodbye.
He settled behind me again, and I slumped forward into the bed. My erection dug into the mattress, and I gave a slight shift of my hips, just to feel the silken sheets against it. A shudder rippled through me, and Cillian squeezed my cheek tight.
“You can come on my cock or not at all,” he said, and then he nudged the tip of his cock against my hole.
There was no resistance as he slid right back in where he belonged.
His cock was thick and perfect, and feeling it inside me again offered such staggering relief it came as a surprise.
Even though I’d be sore in the morning, I wanted the ache for as long as possible.
My moan echoed through the room as I gripped the bedsheets tight.
Instead of riding me the way he normally did, he blanketed my body with his.
Cillian’s hands wrapped over my fists, his legs bracketing mine and his heavy weight over the top of me as he crushed me into the bed.
I died a little in that moment, knowing I’d never find heaven like this again.
His body crushed mine into the mattress, making me feel small, vulnerable…
and protected. My throat grew tight as I shifted my hips, trying to get him to move.
Cillian nipped at my ear. “No, pet. I’m in control here.”
A shudder ran through me, and I surrendered to him. He ran his fangs down my neck, across my shoulder, the sensations making my cock leak. I writhed beneath him to feel how his big body kept me trapped. I wouldn’t want to be trapped by anyone else.
Cillian pulled his hips back at last, his cock withdrawing to the tip—then he slammed into me again.
A torrent of bliss thundered through me from the way he nailed my prostate, from how the shift dragged my oversensitive cock along the silken sheets.
“Good pet,” he murmured, his grip around my fists tightening.
I swallowed hard, those words warming me from the inside out.
He thrust inside me again, finding a flow, an inexorable push-pull that had me panting.
Flare after flare of pleasure rolled through me as he rocked my body against the mattress, my prostate so sensitive at this point I could scream.
My balls ached to the point of pain, and each shift of his hips dragged my length along the sheets, the friction almost enough, but not quite.
Cillian’s grunts behind me, the powerful flex of his muscles around me, had me drifting higher and higher.
Sweat slicked our skin between us, the fiery inferno uncontained.
I drank in the scent of cum, of sweat, of him.
All of it turned me on even more. He fucked into me with a slow, sensual deliberation that would be my undoing.
Each glide made my limbs tremble, but there was nowhere I could go, trapped under his body.
“You’re mine,” he murmured as he thrust in, the ridges of his cock sparking bliss all over again. “Mine.”
I was his. Body and soul.
The inexorable glide of his cock inside me was addicting, and my cock was so close to shooting off, but I needed more.
I let out a whimper, unable to form words.
Cillian growled, and he fucked in hard, right as his teeth descended into my shoulder.
My whole body went limp from the way he claimed me, and I fully surrendered, my mind going blank.
The sting of the bite offered the pain I craved, and the endorphins shot through me just as my cock rubbed against the silken sheets.
That was all it took.
My balls drew up, and my orgasm exploded.
My spunk shot into the mattress, and white-hot bliss flooded through me.
Breath halted, vision stuttered, everything shut down in the wake of such a powerful force.
I soared to heights I’d never reach again, not without Cillian taking me there, to a space where I drifted in pure pleasure and nothing else mattered.
Everything else faded except for us.
Cillian continued to thrust into me until his muscles tightened around me, and he let out a muffled roar, his fangs buried in my shoulder.
His cum flooded through me again for the second time tonight, and his knot began to expand inside me.
The stretch stung even more this time, my hole oversensitive and overworked, but I still craved the fullness inside me, knowing we were locked together.
I didn’t budge underneath him, dead to the world.
His weight rested on me, but I savored the heavy feel of him, how he covered my body entirely.
I slowly came back to earth, but I was in the best damn place possible.
He unlatched from my shoulder, and an ache bloomed on it afterward.
Cillian took his time licking at the marks he’d left, ones I needed to bear.
Fuck. I couldn’t imagine not having his marks on me, of leaving this place.
My eyes burned, and I was relieved I faced away from him. The drops leaked onto the sheets instead. The yearning to stay in this place, in this moment, grew so overwhelming I found it difficult to breathe.
Cillian nuzzled into the crook of my shoulder, pressing an idle kiss there. His cock was buried in me, his knot keeping us tethered, and I wanted that forever. Somehow, in such a short span of time, he’d branded himself on my very soul.
“When you leave in the morning, don’t say goodbye,” Cillian murmured.
“What?” I asked, his words driving a dagger through my heart.
“I can’t stand the idea of saying goodbye to you.”
My throat grew tight, and more hot tears leaked from my eyes, soaking into the sheets. Because truth be told, I couldn’t either. “I’m coming back.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he warned, his muscles stiffening around me.
“I’ll always find a way back to you,” I said, a thread of pleading in my voice. I needed him to understand that this wasn’t the end. That we weren’t over. I would find my father, and then I would return to this man who’d awakened a hope inside me I’d thought impossible.
That I could find someone to belong to, who belonged to me in return.
Cillian’s grip tightened over my hands, and he pressed another kiss against my neck in response.
Maybe it was better we weren’t facing each other right now.
He was still buried inside me, and I knew he could feel the tremble of my limbs, hear it in my voice, but I didn’t want him to see me break.
Just like I didn’t want to see the melancholic sadness in his eyes, a knowing there, as if he believed this truly was the end.
For tonight, I’d hold onto any remaining moments I could claim with him.
But in offering me my freedom, Cillian had claimed the final piece of my heart.
I belonged to him.
I would always return.