Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
TEDDY
It didn’t take me long to piece together that Killian was more than he appeared after the whole dead guy incident. When I’d gone quiet in the car, my mind started to wander and think back on everything. Plus, the identification he presented had a different name.
It should have scared me, but I can't find it in me to feel that way when it comes to Killian. I'm sure that would put me into the stupid category, but maybe there are slots and you're stupid there and not over here.
I don't know. What I do know is that fate sent me Killian. In fact, I bet it was Grams. I’ve never been the best at sticking up for myself and giving everyone the benefit of the doubt.
Killian is her speed. I saw a few pictures from when she was younger, and Grams had a wild side and a thing for tattoos.
I want to ask if there is more, but what I really want are Killian's kisses right now. My legs are wrapped around him, my sex pressing into his hard body.
“You’re really not scared of me?”
“No,” I say without hesitation. I can see more relief leave him, his body relaxing. “Well, I am a little bit scared of your man parts.” He’s so big and I’m so small. Killian could split me in two.
“We’ll go slow. No rush.” I see the tenderness in his eyes as they soften around the edges.
“Right now, we’re going too slow.” I wiggle under him.
“Zolotse.” He lets out a groan before claiming my mouth in a kiss. It’s different from all of our other kisses. I can’t put it into words really, but it’s giving me all the feels.
Killian starts to tug at my clothes as he keeps on kissing me.
I do the same. A small laugh leaves me. “I think we have to stop kissing to get these clothes off.” His hand reaches under my dress and gives my panties a tug.
They are no match for him. The sound of them ripping is loud in the room.
“Okay, that was hot," I admit. "But it's also not fair; you always have clothes on.”
“You want me naked?”
“Yes, please.” Killian smiles down at me, shaking his head. I tug at his shirt. “You know I love when I earn a smile from you.”
“You don’t have to earn them. I’ll give you more of them.”
“No, no. I enjoy doing it.”
“If you say so, Zolotse.” He pushes up on his hand, the other reaching behind his neck to grab his shirt and pull it off.
I lick my lips at the sight of him. This man’s body is something else.
It’s not all abs and what people think are perfect and you find in magazines.
No, Killian is thick. You’d never catch this man staring in a mirror while he lifted weights.
The man is pure brute force, and I find that sexy as hell because he's all mine.
My sweet protector, my very own warrior.
I trace one of his tattoos over his right pec with my fingers.
I want to explore all of them. Killian's eyes fall closed as I move my finger over, outlining another one. I love how much my touch can affect this man. He’s all big and bad, but a simple caress from me makes him melt.
He makes me feel important in ways no one else ever has. I want to give him the same.
"We've got more clothes to go." I push at his chest, and he stares down at me. "You could pretend that I’m able to move you." I try again, and this time he rolls off, landing on his back beside me on the bed.
"Careful, mighty mouse," he teases me, more of the tension that had built inside of him draining away.
"Don't move." I pop up and pull off my dress. Killian pushes up on his elbows to watch me. My bra is next to go. "Center of the bed," I order next. Killian grants my request.
"It's hard for me to not grab you. Come here."
"Hey, I am issuing the orders here," I assert, though I am already maneuvering onto the bed and over him. My body naturally gravitates toward him. It’s been that way since the beginning.
Killian's eyes drop to my boobs that sway.
I don't stop until I'm over him, my mouth brushing his. I feel so damn powerful in this position and thankful that he’s allowing me to take control.
It only proves how good of a partner he is and a reminder that I need to husband him as soon as possible.
"Zolotse—" There is a hint of warning in his tone, but it doesn't faze me.
"What?" I nip at his lip and then swipe my tongue across the spot. Knowing how much he wants me makes me more bold and less shy. “I’m only exploring my man.” His hands grip my ass in a firm hold.
“My control isn’t good when it comes to you.”
“You’re really good for my ego.” I nip his lip again.
“I want to be good for everything for you.” This man can melt me so easily, and I don’t think he’s trying to lay smooth lines on me either. He’s simply stating facts.
"You are," I say, running my finger down his jaw.
"Let me be good to you." I kiss him before he can tell me I already am.
When I lift my mouth from his, I kiss along his jaw, the same as he does to me.
I work my way down, stopping at his nipple, and I circle it with my tongue.
I feel his whole body tighten and then relax.
I peek up at him and notice how heavily he's breathing.
"I'm not trying to tease, I promise." His eyes slightly narrow on me.
"Okay, maybe a little, but I have a goal in mind. "
I scoot farther down, trailing kisses as I go. I don't stop until I'm sitting on his thighs. I brush my mouth across the top of his pants as my fingers go for the button.
“Zolotse?” Killian audibly swallows. “Are you—?”
“Am I what?” I say innocently, batting my lashes at him, popping the button of his pants at the same time.
"Do you know how gorgeous you are?” Now that, does have heat rising to my cheeks. I pull down his zipper. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Sweetheart.” I grab the pants near the pockets and yank.
He slightly raises his hips so that I can get them down his legs.
“I want to do this.” I lick my lips again, seeing the bulge that's begging to be freed. “I want to taste you." A string of Russian words leaves him, and I don’t have a clue what he’s saying, but it’s still crazy hot.
I slide over so that I’m straddling one of his thighs. Pressing my sex against it.
I slip my fingers into the top of his boxer briefs and pull them down. Killian's cock springs free. I wrap my hand around it, the head red and angry, and a drop of cum forms on the tip.
"I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm going to go with it."
"You can do whatever you want to me." His words come out strangled. When I lean down, Killian reaches up and grabs the headboard. I smirk right before I lick the tip, tasting him.
"Go on, Zolotse, rub your pussy against me while you suck me off."
"Killian." His filthy words make me grow wetter. A bit of his Russian accent is bleeding through. I rock my hips.
"That's it," he encourages. Killian goes to say something else, but I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, making the words die on his tongue and a groan rip free instead.
I go slowly at first, swiping my tongue around the tip, more cum leaking.
"I'm not going to last," he says low through clenched teeth.
I think back to all the things I've read in dirty books and relax my throat to take more of him into my mouth.
The sounds coming from Killian spur me on, and I start to work up and down his cock, rocking my hips with the motion, my clit grinding against his thick thigh.
Hell, I don't think I'm going to last either. I'm teetering on the edge already. Killian calls me by name, and I lock my eyes on him slightly, telling him I want it. Killian's jaw flexes, and the headboard groans as I take him to the back of my throat and swallow over and over.
Killian’s release explodes into my mouth. I drink him down and keep going. The sounds he makes are addictive, and I'm so close too.
I cry out, and he grabs me, suddenly pinning me to the bed. His hands wrap around my thighs, pulling them open and burying his face there, his mouth covering my mound. I grip the sheets as he licks and sucks, making me writhe under him before the orgasm slams into me.
I scream out his name, my hips bucking. Killian greedily drinks me down, wanting every drop of my pleasure. It's his to have after all, along with the rest of me.