52. Killian #3
"Oh my God, Killian," she moans, one hand gripping the headboard as she rocks against my face, the other threading thorough my hair.
Her hips stutter blindly against my face, trying to set a frantic pace, but I don't let her. I dig my fingers harder into the backs of her thighs, locking her exactly where I want her as I scrape my teeth lightly over her swollen nub.
She screams, a broken, breathless sound that makes my cock throb against my stomach.
I take her sensitive clit completely between my lips, sucking hard, relentlessly flicking at the swollen bundle of nerves with my tongue.
Every time she tries to writhe away from the sensation, my grip tightens, anchoring her down against my mouth until she chokes on a gasp and her dripping cunt starts to spasm against my lips.
"I'm going to…" she starts, but the words dissolve into a cry as her orgasm crashes over her.
She falls apart. Her thighs clamp relentlessly down on either side of my head, a vice grip that threatens to crush my jaw, as blinding, violent contractions tear through her core. Her spine bows backward, her nails digging so hard into my scalp that they draw a sharp sting across my skin.
I don't let her pull away. Even as her body unravels, entirely ruining herself against my face, I keep her pulled down, swallowing her release, lapping up the wetness spilling from her core over my tongue.
Her trembling legs finally give out, and she slides down my body, her weight nearly crushing my ribs before she catches herself on her forearms. She cages my bandaged chest, dropping her face into the crook of my uninjured shoulder to pant against my skin.
She reaches blindly, grabbing the pillows she shoved aside and shoving them back behind my shoulders to prop me up. I let out a relieved breath as the crushing pressure on my lungs finally eases.
But she doesn't stay there long. She pulls back, her eyes pitch-black and unblinking. She looks starving. She pushes up off the mattress, dragging herself slowly down the hard planes of my stomach until she's straddling my hips once more.
"I'm ruined for anyone but you, Ellie," I grit out, my hands locking onto her hip as her fingers reach blindly between us to guide the heavy ache of my cock straight to her entrance. "You're mine. Now take it."
She drops her weight, taking my entire length deep inside her in one seamless, desperate slide. The softness of her walls gripping tight around my solid cock drags a ragged, hissing breath straight through my teeth.
She clamps her shaking thighs tight against my hips, rocking her pelvis forward into a slow, merciless grind that coats her arousal along my shaft.
I watch her above me, her face flushed and ruined. She’s lost to it now, her eyes glazed and her lips parted in a silent, desperate gasp as she claims her pleasure, aggressively driving herself down my solid length over and over again.
My jaw locks tight. I dig my fingers so deep into the mattress that the frame groans, every muscle in my neck strained as I fight the clawing instinct to roll her onto her back and take control.
But I don't. I force myself to stay flat against the mattress and let her use my body to take exactly what she wants, setting an unhinged pace.
Consumed by a blind, desperate need, her hand drops between us, her fingers finding her swollen clit as she relentlessly drives her hips down. The sight of her chasing her own high, her face wholly wrecked with a dark, uninhibited hunger, snaps the very last, fraying thread of my control.
"Ellie," I grit out, my vision blurring.
A sharp gasp tears out of her. Her entire body goes rigid, her muscles locking down hard as her inside walls spasm tight around my length.
The sudden, crushing pressure tears a harsh groan out of my throat as my own climax finally breaks. I spill inside her, the intensity of it making my vision spot with white as I finally let go.
She collapses against my uninjured side, still connected as our breaths slowly start to match. I wrap my arm around her, letting her body heat drag me back to reality as the world slowly comes back into focus.
The heavy, exhausted rise and fall of her chest against my side slowly pulls the adrenaline out of my system, grounding me in the quiet of the room.
She presses her face tightly against the curve of my neck, her breath still unsteady against my pulse. "Don't ever die on me," she whispers, the rawness in her voice hitting me harder than a bullet.
I slide my hand up the back of her neck, my fingers locking deep into her damp hair to hold her exactly where she is.
"I couldn't," I vow, the absolute truth stripping my voice completely bare. "I’ve already accepted my damnation, but I’d crawl through hell a thousand times just to get back to you.
You're the only heaven I'm ever going to get, Ellie.
Death doesn't get to have me. Only you."
I close my eyes, letting her weight anchor me to the mattress until the last of the adrenaline finally dies. For the first time in two weeks, the silence in the room is actually quiet.