Dagger
One word meant everything I’d dreamed of for a year was about to come true.
“Say it again,” I pleaded.
“Oui.”
I got out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and started to dress.
She sat up, with the duvet against her chest, and in the low light, her chin came up, she pressed her lips together, and her brow furrowed. She thought I was refusing her for a third time.
“Killian, what are you—”
“The first time we make love, Maelle, you won’t be quiet and I won’t hurry. Neither of those is possible with your parents down the hall.” I threw her the coat from the back of the chair. “Put that and your boots on. We’re going to the cottage.”
She was out of the bed before I’d finished the sentence. When I took the box of condoms from my kit and put it in my pocket, she raised a brow. “Confident, are you?”
“Prepared. Let’s go.”
The chateau remained dark as I turned out of the drive. We were barely past the gates when my instructions for her began.
“Open your coat.”
I could feel her eyes on me while mine remained on the road.
“Killian?”
“You heard me.” I glanced over and waited while she unfastened it. “Now, slide your knickers aside and touch yourself.”
This time, there was no hesitation.
“Tell me what you feel,” I said without looking at her.
“I’m warm.” Her voice was already lower than it had been.
“What else?”
“I’m wet.” My grip tightened on the wheel. “I’ve been wet since you told me to put my boots on.”
“Press hard on your clit. Make small circles, but do not put your fingers in your pussy.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s mine.”
The sound she made was different from any I’d heard from her. It made my cock so hard I feared my trousers might rip.
“Are you about to come, Maelle?”
“No…I don’t know.”
“Do not stop touching yourself. Close your eyes, and tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“Your mouth.” Her hips writhed. “Your hands. This morning in the kitchen, when you reached over me. I wanted—”
“Wanted what? Use your words,” I said.
“You to take me on the counter.”
“What did you want me to do to you?” I pressed.
“I wanted you…”
“What, mon feu? Tell me all of it.”
“I wanted you to fuck me,” she said.
“Good girl.”
The lights of the village appeared ahead of us. In a few minutes, we’d be at the cottage. Maelle’s head was tipped against the seat, and her breathing became ragged.
“Killian, I’m close—”
“Stop.”
“What?”
“Move your hands away and fasten your coat.”
She swore at me in French for a full minute, batard being the kindest of it.
The cottage was cold and dark when we went inside. She turned toward me the moment the door shut, and I stepped around her and knelt at the hearth.
“Killian, I swear—”
“The fire first. You’ll want it later, and I won’t be stopping to tend it.”
Once the flames were high, I spread the duvet and pillows in front of it.
When I turned around, Maelle’s coat was already on the floor, and she stood watching me, wearing only her pink chemise.
The firelight’s glow made everything in the room appear almost surreal.
As though I was once again dreaming and, at any moment, I’d wake and be utterly devastated that this wasn’t real.
“You’re staring,” she said.
“Get used to it. You’re mine, which means I can look as much as I want at whatever I want.”
I toed off my boots, crossed to her, and took her mouth with mine. Her lips parted, and I snaked my tongue around hers. She was soft and perfect, and took as much as she gave. It was the most erotic kiss I’d ever experienced, and I wanted it to go on forever.
Maelle had other ideas, and I couldn’t blame her. She lifted my shirt over my head, dropped it on the floor, then ran her hands over my chest and shoulders. Her finger traced the line of hair below my navel down to my belt.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, and I called you names and pushed you away instead,” she said.
“You can keep calling me names. Just don’t stop what you’re doing.”
She didn’t. She unfastened my trousers and removed the rest of my clothes until I stood before her, wearing only my boxer briefs. She stepped away and studied me. She looked me over slowly and deliberately, the same way I’d looked at her.
“Now, who’s staring?”
“Get used to it,” she said, and God help me, I laughed.
When she reached for my briefs, I caught her wrist. “Not yet.”
“But I want to see you.”
“Not until you’re naked.” I removed her chemise, stunned to see her knickers were gone. “Did I tell you to take those off?”
Maelle shook her head.
“Then, why did you?”
“Because they were wet,” she said quietly enough that I could barely hear her.
“Where are they?”
She motioned to the floor, where she’d left her coat.
“Go get them.”
When I released her wrist, she walked over and fished them out of the pocket. I held my hand out, and she placed them in my palm. I brought them to my nose and inhaled. She flushed crimson.
“When I say you’re mine, that means everything. You’ll not hide from me, mon feu. Not anything. Do you understand?”
When she nodded, I leveled a gaze at her.
“Yes, Killian.”
I set the knickers on the floor, near the hearth, then cupped her face.
“I’m trying to decide where to begin. I think I need a taste of you.
All of you.” I nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her earlobe.
“Would you like that?” Before she could answer, I moved both hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples between my fingers, increasing the pressure until she moaned.
Then I leaned down and sucked her right nipple into my mouth before moving to the left.
“These are so much better than I imagined.” I kept sucking and pulling with my fingers until she bent forward.
Then I got on my knees in front of her. As tall as I was, I could bury my face between her tits, so I did.
Maelle’s hands moved from my shoulders down my back. Her fingers dug into my flesh when I resumed sucking her nipples.
I kissed my way down her body, spread her legs, and hooked one over my shoulder. “Beautiful,” I said, running one finger through her wet slit, then down to part her folds. I thrust one finger inside her, and she clenched around me. When I added a second, she gasped.
“Those are only my fingers, baby. My cock is far bigger. Do you think you can handle it?” I gazed up at her, but she was too far gone to answer. I shoved them deeper, then replaced them with my tongue.
Her fingers weaved into my hair when I swirled her clit before sucking on it hard.
“Killian, please. I need—”
I thrust with two fingers and sucked harder. She whimpered.
“Come for me, mon feu.”
My words were all it took for her to drench my hand and mouth. When her legs quivered, I stood, gathered her in my arms, and carried her over to the duvet. While she lay looking up at me, I lowered my briefs and fisted my cock.
“Mon Dieu.” She gasped a second time but for an entirely different reason as she studied my size.
“You’ll take all of me, won’t you, Maelle?”
Her brow furrowed. “You’re very large.”
“Answer my question.”
“Oui.”
That word was quickly becoming my favorite.
After donning a condom, I started at her ankle and kissed my way up one leg, stopping between them to use my fingers to ease her open.
I left my hand there but trailed kisses from the soft crease of her thigh, down her other leg.
After putting my mouth on her pussy again, I crawled up her body, put one hand on her throat, and fucked her mouth with my tongue.
I positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance with my other hand and eased inside.
Her whimpers grew louder as I slowly stretched her tight hole before thrusting as deep as I could go. Her back arched, and her pelvis rose.
“Let me in, baby,” I murmured as I eased deeper. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so fucking big.”
We both smiled, and I pushed harder. This time, all of me was inside her.
“Killian. I need you to move.” Her nails pressed into the flesh of my arse, but I remained still.
“Not yet, mon feu.” I waited until her body softened, then increased my pace, pulling almost all the way out, then in again.
Maelle’s whimpers grew louder, and her heat clenched harder around me.
I worked her through her orgasm and kept going, gentler, until she came again, slower and deeper than the first. When she screamed my name and her pussy flooded my cock for the second time, I came with her, pumping every last drop of my release into the condom.
As I stilled, my mind raced with the idea of nothing between us.
Me filling her, and the two of us creating a new life.
The thought should’ve terrified me. Instead, it made me yearn for the day we could make it happen.
“How do you feel?” I asked as I eased my cock free, removed the condom, and rolled a second on when I was immediately hard again.
Her lower lip protruded. “Empty.”
“Then, do something about it.” I rolled to my back, and she straddled me. “Ride me, Maelle.” I licked my thumb and pressed it against her clit while I held myself so she could ease down on me. I kept my hands on her waist as she began to move. Her breasts swayed, making my mouth water.
“Make yourself come,” I said through gritted teeth as I struggled against my tightening balls.
“I want to see you.” When I planted my feet and thrust up into her, she screamed my name for the second time.
Before her orgasm ended, I rolled us, then slammed into her over and over, until I exploded with a release more powerful than the first.
I eased out and landed on my back but with my hand between her legs. When I cupped her and felt how drenched she was, my mouth watered again, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d have to taste her. “Are you all right?” I asked when she covered her eyes with her arm.
“I think so. However, I can’t remember my name.”
I grinned. “It’ll come to you. What about mine? Can you remember it?”
She turned her head, and her eyes bored into mine. “If I live to be one hundred, I will never ever forget your name.”
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her palm. “And I will never forget yours, mon feu. Do you want to know why?”
She bit her bottom lip. “I’m not certain I do.”
“I’ll tell you anyway. Because when you’re one hundred and I’m one hundred and four, we’ll still wake up beside each other every day and I’ll say, ‘Good morning, Maelle.’”
“Promise?”
I brought my hand to my chest. “Cross my heart.” I got to my knees, but before I could say the three words I knew she wasn’t ready to hear, I spread her legs and settled between them.
“Again?” she asked with wide eyes.
“For the next week, every time you move, I want you to remember how it felt to have me inside you.”
I settled low between her legs and held her open, using my mouth on her the way I had earlier.
I took my time at first, until her heels pressed into the floor.
Then I slid two fingers into her and curled them.
Her back arched, and she whimpered, but I didn’t stop.
Not when she began to shake. Not when she yanked my hair hard enough to hurt.
She came against my mouth with a cry that nearly shattered me.
I tore another condom open, flipped her to her stomach and drew her up on her knees.
I slid a pillow underneath her, pressed her spine so her chest was down but her arse was up, and slid my cock inside her.
This time, I didn’t go slow. She was slick enough for me to slam into her.
Then I stilled when my hardness began to pulse.
I wasn’t ready to come again, so I waited, but then changed my mind and pulled out. “I need to see you, Maelle.”
After flipping her over again, I pushed into her, stopped halfway, and held still, letting us both feel it.
“Killian.” She reached for me, and I leaned down to kiss her. She began to move first.
This was supposed to be me taking care of her. But this time, it wasn’t me doing anything to her. We were doing it to each other. When she brought her left hand to my chest and my mother’s ring caught the firelight, I decided I never wanted her to take it off.
Her long legs wrapped around me and held me to her, and while I’d imagined this a hundred times, it had never been this good.
“Harder?” I asked.
“No.” Her hands framed my face. “Exactly like this.”
I went deep and slow, until she trembled underneath me.
“Killian—I’m—”
“Together,” I groaned.
She tightened around me and came with her forehead pressed to mine and my name on her lips like each time before. I let go and followed her, and it went on longer than I knew was possible.
We slept on the hard floor, and when, sometime before dawn, she reached for me again, I gathered her in my arms and carried her into the bedroom, then returned to retrieve the box of condoms. This time, her back was to my chest, and I entered her slowly and wordlessly.
Her fingers weaved with mine as our releases hit at the same time.
When I woke again, it was still dark and Maelle’s mouth was on me.
For a moment, I thought I was dreaming, because I’d had this same one so many times. When she hummed low in her throat and the vibration coursed through my body, I knew it was real.
“Maelle—”
She glanced up at me momentarily, then resumed what she was doing.
“Maelle. I’m close. If you don’t—”
She didn’t move, except to take me deeper. I gave up the last of my control with my hand fisted in the duvet instead of her hair and said her name in a voice I didn’t recognize.
When it was over, she sat up, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and regarded me with her chin up.
“Pleased with yourself?” I teased.
“Enormously.”
I reached for her and we kissed. She stretched out along the length of me, and neither of us hurried to move.
“We should return to Valais,” she said a few minutes later. “I’d rather not answer questions about why we left in the middle of the night.”
“Do you think everyone will still be asleep at”—I checked the time—“at zero four hundred?”
“By the time we get there, Marthe will be up. But don’t worry, she’s always kept my secrets.”