Killian #2
I curl my fingers inside her to hit that spot which has her seeing stars as I suck on her clit. Caroline comes with a sharp cry of my name as her hips buck up. I don’t move back. I continue to suck and tease her little clit to prolong her orgasm.
I only pull back when her breathing slows. I place small kisses along the insides of her thighs, over her pussy, across her pelvis and up her body.
The heat is stifling, but neither of us seems to care.
“You ready for me, baby?” I ask.
Caroline opens her eyes and looks at me lazily. “I’m always ready.”
She falls back onto the chaise, arching her body into a stretch, her hair spread around her in a halo. I wasn’t wrong when I told her she’s the ideal of beauty. Every inch and curve of her body is sinful and I can’t stop my eyes from roaming over her.
“Every fantasy I had about you doesn’t compare to the real thing,” I whisper, kneeling between her spread legs.
I kiss her, my hands squeezing and kneading her perfect tits.
Caroline reaches down, her hand wrapping around my cock and guiding me to her entrance.
I sink into her perfect cunt slowly, taking my time.
My eyes remain on Caroline’s face and watch the way her eyes almost roll back into the back of her head when I’m balls deep inside her.
“I’m never going to get over your tight cunt strangling my cock,” I groan.
Her body fits perfectly against me. She fits perfectly. Her softness against all the rough, hard parts of me. I grab her hair, tilting her head back to kiss and bite her neck.
Caroline’s nails dig into my back. “You feel so good.”
“I know, baby. I know I fuck you like no one else can,” I say. “I fill you so good until you’re stretched around my cock and you can feel me to the back of your throat with no escape.” I push back in with a groan. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t marry my brother today?”
Caroline’s eyes flare open. “You remember.”
“Yeah, I fucking remember.” I pull out and slam back into her, a little harder than before. Caroline shifts up the chaise. I pull up one of her legs to make more room for myself between her thighs, so I can push in a little deeper.
“I thought we’re not going to talk about it,” Caroline breaks off into a moan as I hit a sensitive spot inside her.
“Why won’t we talk about it, Caroline?” I ask. “You don’t want to admit that you’d have thought of me when my brother was fucking you? I can feel the way your pussy grips me just thinking about it.”
Caroline squeezes her eyes shut, her back arching off the chaise as my thrusts grow harder and deeper. Sweat drips down our bodies in the oppressive heat.
“I wouldn’t have—” Her words cut off as she cries out, her nails scratching my back, marking me as hers.
“You don’t have to lie, baby. There’s no one here but you and me. You can admit that you thought of me when you made yourself come. And now you’re mine,” I growl. “Say it, Caroline. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
Hooking two fingers into the chain around my neck, she pulls me down. My mouth lands on hers and she swipes her tongue inside.
“It’s your pussy,” she gasps into my mouth.
The need to own her drives me crazy and hearing her admit she’s mine only adds fuel to the fire. I want her with a ferocity which is blinding and destructive.
“That’s right, baby. You belong to me.” I seal my words with a kiss.
“You.”
Thrust.
“Will.”
Thrust.
“Always.”
Thrust.
“Be.”
Thrust.
“Mine.”
I hold her gaze, letting her feel the force of my words. Her cunt strangles my cock and no matter how much she might want to protest it, her body will tell me the truth each time.
“No one will ever want you the way I want you, Caroline. My cock is going to stretch you wide every day and you’re going to take every fucking inch and thank me for it.”
I push a hand between us, circling her clit with my finger. Her pussy clamps down on my cock to the point of pain and her mouth opens in a silent scream as she screams. Her eyes never leave mine.
“Come inside me, Killian,” Caroline gasps. “Fill me up and mark me as yours.”
The words are enough to trigger my orgasm and I bury my face in her neck as my balls draw up and I come with a growl. Caroline wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me close.
“I can’t feel my legs,” Caroline says languidly.
I chuckle, kissing her shoulder and neck. Sweat cools on my body and I know we have to get cleaned up. I push up onto my elbows, but I don’t get far because Caroline has grabbed my chain between her teeth.
She releases it and says, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Shower,” I reply with a kiss. Keeping her in my arms, I walk across the hall to the bathroom and get us in the shower. The cold water feels almost as good as Caroline pressing her body against mine.
“This is my favorite part,” she says.
“Getting clean after you’ve been dirty?” I ask.
I grab my shower gel and pour a generous amount on my palm that I massage on her body.
“Having you clean me after you’ve made me dirty,” Caroline explains.
I smile, dipping my head down to kiss her. “It’s my favorite part, too.”
I turn her around to shampoo her hair. Caroline leans her head back and hums softly. She loves it when I do this which means I love doing it for her.
“Are you upset?” I ask. I don’t have to explain what I mean.
“No, why would I be? It was never something I wanted, but my opinion never mattered.” I rinse the shampoo out of her hair and she turns around to face me.
“Beckett told me the reason he cheated is because he didn’t want to subject me to his needs. He was doing it to protect me. And then my parents told me how I’d disappointed them by reacting the way I did when I found Beckett cheating and that I should feel grateful he still wanted to marry me.”
The light in her eyes has dimmed slightly and I want to fucking punch my brother in the face for what he’s done. For what they’ve all done. They took her spark and crushed it under their heels.
“I was just an object they could put wherever they wanted. Nothing more than a piece of decoration,” Caroline says. “Sometimes, I feel guilty that I left without talking to my family. Then I remember that talking is only worth it if you’re sure the other person will listen. Objects have no voice.”
“You’re not a fucking object, Caroline,” I say. “You’re the brightest light in any room. A spark which shines blindingly bright and seeing you shine is one of the greatest pleasures of my life. You don’t have to be anyone other than yourself.”
Caroline’s eyes soften and she reaches up to push back my wet hair.
“Do you know, the only time I’d ever wanted to fight them was when they’d go on and on about what a bad seed you were?” Caroline says.
“I never understood it because you were just…you. The quiet boy who was always on the outside because he’d decided a long time ago that he didn’t want to be part of the charade. I was always a little jealous.”
“I had to put up with a lot of shit because I didn’t want what they wanted,” I say.
“I was fucking glad to go away to college, even if I had to attend law school. I only did it because I wanted to prove to them that I could and as soon as I graduated, I realized that I didn’t actually care what they thought. I’ll always be a disappointment and I was fine with that.”
Caroline rolls her eyes. “You’re not a disappointment. You’re amazing, brilliant, and the bravest person I know. I’m glad you asked me to come back.”
I cup her face, dipping down to kiss her. “I’m really fucking glad you didn’t marry my brother.”