Chapter 26 #2
Killian looks down, watching me work. Unbuttoning his jeans, I lower the zipper and push my hand inside to wrap around his hard cock. Killian curses under his breath, his hands tightening on my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
I slide my hand up and down his shaft, making Killian groan. His head falls forward to rest on my shoulder. He’s thick and long. My pussy clenches at the thought of him pushing that monster inside me.
“Jesus, if you continue that, we’re going to skip right over the fucking part,” he groans as I twist my wrist.
“We wouldn’t want that,” I say, releasing him.
Killian lifts his head, his hand resting on the side of my face. His eyes look back and forth between mine and a look crosses in them which has me tilting my head curiously.
“What is it?” I ask.
Instead of answering, he kisses me, soft and slow.
“For the record,” he says, pulling back, “it’s been more than three years, and I’m clean.”
He pushes his pants down and I get my first look at him. Oh my god. I’m right to think it’s a monster. He’s thick and veiny, the tip red and leaking precum.
“Look at me,” Killian commands.
I move my eyes up to his and as I do, the head of his cock nudges at my entrance. I inhale sharply at the invasion. His cock is a lot thicker than his fingers.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing great,” he says, eyes locked on mine. “Look at you taking every inch of my cock. Your pussy was made for me. I’m going to carve my name inside you so you never forget who turns into a begging little mess.”
I gasp as he fully seats himself inside me, pelvises flush together, his groin pressing against my clit.
“I feel so full,” I whisper. The skies are darkening outside as evening shifts to night, but the only thing I can focus on are Killian’s blue eyes, hooded with desire.
A part of me can’t believe Killian and I are connected in the most primal of ways.
We’re the closest two people can be. This is Killian York.
The same Killian York I’ve spent my whole life dreaming of and wanting.
It almost feels surreal that he’s inside me right now. That despite everything, we’re here.
“Fuck, butterfly, your cunt is strangling my cock,” Killian groans. He pulls all the way out and pushes back in slowly, torturously, making me feel every inch of him.
My back arches off the table as my head falls back. Killian puts his hand between my head and the table so I don’t hit it. His body covers mine and I wrap my arms around his back, feeling the solidity of his muscles.
Putting one arm under my knee, he pushes my leg up to make more room for himself. It pushes him further inside me.
I’m mewling and making sounds I don’t know are possible to make as Killian thrusts inside me again and again. My nails are raking down his back and I’m surely going to leave marks on him just like he’s going to leave marks on me.
“Such a pretty little mess for me,” Killian breathes. “Taking my cock so eagerly like a good girl.”
Killian grabs the back of my neck and kisses me like he needs my mouth more than air. Each thrust and roll of his hips makes me lose my mind and my breath.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Killian confesses. “There were too many days when I imagined the looks on their faces when I took you away and made you mine. You’ve wanted this, too, haven’t you?”
I nod frantically. The first time I ever made myself come was to the thought of him. “Yes, yes!”
Killian fucks me so hard the force slides me up the table. “Look at you now, good little Caroline Sinclair breaking all the rules and fucking the man everyone told her to stay away from.”
The sounds of our harsh breathing fill the room. The table legs screech and slide against the floor with the force of Killian’s thrusts.
My orgasm claws its way up my body and I bite Killian’s shoulder to release all the tension coiling inside my body. My pussy clenches around his cock painfully, pulsing with my orgasm.
His thrusts become harsher and frenzied as he chases his own orgasm. Killian rests his palm on the back of my head, his groan filling my ear as the warmth of his release floods me. My teeth have left a mark on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, brushing my fingers over the mark.
“Don’t worry about it.”
I hiss as Killian pulls out of me. Picking up my panties from the floor, he cleans me up as best as possible. It’s grown completely dark outside, the lights on the bridge twinkling in the distance.
“Shower?” Killian asks, pressing his lips against my forehead.
I murmur my assent. He surprises me by throwing me over his shoulder. I giggle deliriously when I look at the table.
“What’s so funny?” Killian asks, amused.
“We can never eat at this table again.”
Killian laughs at that. In the bathroom, he sets me on the floor and reaches behind me, unhooking my bra. I slide it off and throw it on the floor.
The bathroom isn’t large, and with all six foot four of him, it feels even smaller. Killian still manages to take a step back, letting his eyes travel over me in all my naked glory.
“Do you know Venus de Milo is supposed to represent the ideal female form of grace and beauty?” Killian asks.
I tilt my head curiously. “Yes?”
“It’s a lie,” he says simply. “Because I’m looking at the ideal form of grace and beauty and Aphrodite doesn’t even come close.”
My whole body flushes at his words. I want to tell myself that he’s just being facetious, but the thing is, Killian never says anything he doesn’t mean. He doesn’t say things to be nice.
His mouth curves up into a small smile. “I always wondered how far your blush goes.”
He brushes the back of his hand against the top of my left breast before palming it.
“Perfect,” he whispers softly, dipping his head down to suck on the tip of the right breast. His tongue circles around the soft flesh.
He pulls back with a pop.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before I make you dirty again,” he says.
He turns on the shower and sets the temperature before lifting me up and swinging me into the tub. I’m not going to lie, the display of strength really does something to me.
I watch through the shower spray as Killian removes his pants and boxers. Proof that god is a woman because this man is perfect.
Killian steps into the bathtub, taking up all the space.
“How’s the water?”
I watch as it sluices over his body and lick my lips. “Perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Killian frowns. He picks up my body wash and lathers a small dollop between his palms before running his hands over my arms and chest.
“No.” I chew on my lip in thought as I watch him. “Can I ask you something?”
He hums his agreement as he continues to run his soapy hands over my body. His hands linger in places that always made me slightly insecure but the way he touches them is almost like worship.
“Why has it been more than three years?” I ask.
Killian looks at me, lashes clumped with water. “You’re so curious today.”
“I want to know everything,” I say.
He turns me around and picks up my shampoo.
“Just didn’t find someone I wanted,” he replies, lathering my hair.
“In all of New York? In more than three years?” I ask.
Killian gently massages my head and it might be the best scalp massage I’ve ever received. I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation and his care.
“Yes.” His reply is succinct, his tone making it clear he’s not going to answer any more questions.
He doesn’t ask me why it’s been three years for me. Probably because he doesn’t want to talk about Beckett. Most likely because he guessed Beckett was busy with his assistant.
Once my hair is clean, I turn around and wash his hair. I laugh when he has to bend his head down so I can wash it properly.
When the water starts to run cold, we step out and dry off. Killian wraps a towel around his waist and helps me put in my bathrobe.
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Lots of carbs.”
Kissing my neck, he steps out of the bathroom to order our dinner. I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes bright, face flushed. I wonder if I look different. I wonder if it’s easy to tell that for the first time in my life, I feel safe, in my body, in my mind, in my soul.