Chapter 32 Rowan #3
He continued to move my hips, showing me how to ride him until I got the hang of it and took over, grinding myself up and down.
My breasts bounced wildly and my back arched as I rode him with more confidence, strawberry hair tumbling in waves around me.
His fingers dug into the sides of my thighs harshly, leaving little round bruises on my pale skin, and I panted as my clit found friction against his pubic bone. My orgasm bloomed.
“Take all your pleasure from me, my Little Bird.”
When I looked down at Killian, his expression caused me to climax hard and fast. It wasn’t the predatory, lust-filled expression that the rest of them looked at me with.
Killian looked at me with a reverence that burned, as if I were a goddess in the flesh, and he was offering me his soul in unwavering devotion. His gaze was that of a man dying of thirst, desperate, consumed by the need for something only I could quench.
He looked at me as if I were everything.
His obsession, his salvation, his eternity.
While I rode the wave of my orgasm, Killian grabbed me, sitting forward and leaning me backwards.
His hand supported my lower back, and his other brutally gripped my hips as he moved harder and faster, taking over and driving himself into me from a new angle that was more sensitive.
He pressed his face against my breasts, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
“I need you,” he breathed, his voice thick with hunger.
“I need you too,” I pleaded, panting as I felt his knot bumping against my entrance. “I need your knot, Killian.”
My core had never taken a knot before, and considering Killian’s dick was absolutely massive, I knew it was going to be a strenuous exercise to even fit it.
My nerves thrummed, but my body’s overwhelming thirst for it had grown unbearable.
I needed to be knotted desperately. As I ground myself down on the bulb, I felt a stinging stretch as it battered my entrance.
The burn from its girth made me pause briefly before I resumed trying to force myself onto it.
“Hold on, Little Bird. Don’t hurt yourself. Let me help you,” he said, purring softly and calming my desperate movement.
He leaned forward and tilted me back further, so my back hit the bed. The position gave me a clear view of his dick buried inside of me and his inflated, swollen, and massive knot right outside of my core.
“Open,” he said, inserting two fingers into my mouth. “Get them wet.”
I sucked hard, coating them in saliva.
He pulled his now-soaked fingers from my mouth and trailed them down my body.
I only realized what he was planning when they stilled at my core.
His dick was still inside me, and his knot guarded the entrance to my center.
He pulled out slightly, enough that I could see his thick and veiny shaft impaling me.
He then inserted both of his wet fingers inside without removing his dick.
It was obscene watching him work his thick fingers into me, around his shaft.
They stretched me wider than I thought possible.
Slick gushed out of me as my body tried to become wetter for him.
“So wet and perfect, Little Bird,” he said roughly while trying to fit a third finger in with his two others and dick.
He was gradually stretching my entrance, trying to make room for his knot.
A response formed in my mind, but the words that came out were a garbled mess as pleasure overrode my ability to speak.
When Killian flipped on the vibrator again and held it to my clit with his other hand, I started climaxing harder than I ever had.
He seized the opportunity of my muscles contracting in rhythmic sucking motion, to slip his fingers out and force his knot past my entrance.
It entered me with a stinging pop, and I screamed gutturally as the most intense release I had ever experienced crashed into me.
I must have blacked out because when I came to, Killian’s knot was vibrating, swelling and releasing inside of me, causing me to climax hard again.
He leaned back against the headboard, pulling me towards him as I collapsed against his chest. I had spent every ounce of my energy.
His knot continued vibrating as small orgasms wracked my body for what felt like forever.
Each time he released inside of me, he took his large palm and pressed down on my lower stomach.
Seed and slick gushed out of me when he did this.
My face reddened with embarrassment, but Killian watched it with rapt interest.
“Such a perfect little bird.” he said, pushing on my lower stomach again, making another orgasm ripple through me.
I wasn’t sure how many times I had climaxed.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel so much pleasure over and over.
We lay there interlocked, my head on his chest, in peaceful silence. My heart beat erratically, swelling as he brushed hair away from my damp forehead and kissed me gently on the bridge of my nose.
Killian had just crashed through all the defenses I had built. With Cade, Ryker, and Talon, it was easier to pretend that our connection was purely physical, even if it wasn’t entirely true, and that we were using each other for mutual pleasure. With Killian, I knew it was more than sex.
I had now given him a piece of myself that I couldn’t take back.
My growing attachment to him and, if I was being truly honest, all of them, made me realize I needed to escape and soon.
Killian had tossed his pants haphazardly, and they now rested on the edge of the bed. A sliver of his white key card peaked from the pocket, like a divine sign.
I could not fall for him, I could not get complacent, and I certainly could not lose my will to leave.
He was studying me as though I was the only thing in the world worth seeing.
I turned his head to distract him and kissed a soft trail from his ear to his neck.
While my mouth worshiped him, my hand betrayed him, sliding across the bed and gently plucking his key card from his pant’s pocket.
Without clothes to conceal it, I slipped the card under the pillows at the headboard, praying that he didn’t move them.
Guilt coiled in my gut like a snake, tightening with every memory of his kindness. He was the only one of them who saw me, and I was repaying him with deep betrayal.
As I burned the bridge between us to ashes, I said a silent apology that he would never hear.