Ivy
Her pulse spiked as he placed his hand on her throat, but the pressure was just right, and her alarm was cast aside as he returned her kiss with a hunger that matched her own.
Touching him became a necessity, so her hands explored his flesh greedily.
Her lust was heightened when she felt the hardness of every muscle pressed against her.
She was at the mercy of her arousal, but she was given a reprieve when Killian pulled away.
She found herself out of breath as he offered to release her, and the fog of lust cleared.
In the space of a few moments, she’d danced with death and was given a taste of something so enticing that she wasn’t sure if she could go without it.
If that’s the way I’m Ended, well… what a way to go.
Once again, she found herself in the position of impulsively rushing into a situation that usually only left her feeling disappointed and dissatisfied.
Would this be the same? She couldn’t explain why, but she was almost certain that this time would be different.
If it wasn’t, well, maybe her Ending was the easy way out, because if Voresta or Leseldh got their hands on her again, they’d probably End her anyway.
“I want to stay.” Her words were only a whisper, but they held enough conviction that the red in Killian’s eyes immediately filled with cloudy black before he leaned in to kiss her once more.
This kiss was slower and deeper, but her need was just as strong as before. Her hands resumed their exploration of his flesh, and his hands roamed the sides of her body, but it was excruciatingly slow. Her need for more ramped up steeply as his hands dipped lower, and her hands tugged at his shirt.
He pulled away again and smirked down at her.
She removed his shirt and flung it aside.
She took in his muscular torso and cast her eyes over the intricate tattoo that spanned his bicep, shoulder and chest on his right side.
But before she could appreciate the artwork, the imagery shifted because she was swiftly lifted off the bed.
He lifted her effortlessly and flipped their positions. She found herself straddling him as his hands sought the fastening to her dress. She allowed him to peel the dress from her body, and as the dress joined his shirt on the floor, she sat atop him in only her underwear.
Killian’s hands slid down her body and rested on her hips.
She watched as his eyes roamed her body hungrily, his breathing ragged.
It afforded her the same opportunity, and her eyes were immediately drawn back to the tattoo—the focal point was a large serpent that slithered across his skin through a sea of sparkling stars, surrounded by a variety of creatures and symbols.
It was beautifully detailed, but she also appreciated the magnificent canvas it was etched upon.
She wanted to ask him about the tattoo, but as she dragged her gaze back to his face, it didn’t feel like the right time.
There were more pressing matters to attend to.
His eyes were on her chest, and she felt his finger trace along her scar.
“I’m glad I gave you this.” His voice was seductively low.
“Why?”
“Because I know you think of me when you look at it.” He brought his eyes back up to hers, and the lascivious look she found in his stare made her lower half clench.
“Do you still want this, Ivy?” Killian’s words were laced with desire.
“Yes,” she breathed, leaning down to press her hands against his chest. She almost purred her next words, “Is this what you want, Killian?”
Looking into his eyes, she saw no signs of the monster that had thrown her onto the bed, and she didn’t know if or when it would return.
“I can’t explain to you how much I want this.
” His words threatened to send her into a frenzy, and she tempered herself by letting her hands drift to the fastening of his jeans.
She slowly unbuttoned them, and Killian’s eyes drifted down to watch the movement of her hands.
He quickly removed the thigh holster of his blade with deft fingers before she wriggled the jeans from his body.
She tried to ignore the surge of arousal within her as her eyes grazed over the impressive outline of what waited beneath his underwear.
The satisfied smirk she saw on his lips when their eyes met once more told her he knew exactly what thoughts were running through her mind. He reached up and pulled her back down to him.
He rolled onto his side as he dragged her downward, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close.
Their lips and tongues met once more, and she luxuriated in the feel and taste of him.
She elicited a moan into his mouth, and it spurred him on.
His hands continued downward to her backside and pressed her into him firmly.
She cried out in pleasant surprise, and Killian let out a responding chuckle that heated her blood.
Ivy’s desire ramped up sharply as one of Killian’s hands slipped between them.
He brushed against her clit through her underwear, and she let out another moan against him.
His hand shifted to hook his finger in the band of her underwear, and he yanked them away in a move so swift she almost lost her breath.
His hand was free to roam her flesh uninhibited and quickly resumed its movement on her clit.
Killian pulled his mouth away from hers to venture along her neck again.
He gently kissed and bit the space where her neck and shoulder met, but didn’t break the skin.
Ivy’s hips started to roll against Killian’s hand, and it seemed to encourage him to delve deeper.
He pressed one finger inside of her, and it sent a shockwave of pleasure through Ivy’s body, causing another moan to spill from her lips.
His pace started out slow, but it gradually started to build, and at some point, a second finger entered the equation.
As his movements quickened, the pressure within her body also started to grow.
Killian’s other hand unclasped her bra, which allowed his mouth to continue its path to her chest. The sensations he created across her body were overwhelming.
His wood and vanilla scent was drugging, summoning her climax.
Ivy cried out as she found her release, clenching against his fingers.
His mouth worked its way back up her body as she rode the wave of pleasure, and he withdrew from her after placing a final, light kiss against her lips.
Ivy rolled onto her back and fought to get her breathing under control. She glanced over at Killian, who was watching her intently. She was already at a loss for words, but as he raised his hand and placed his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean, her capacity for speech left her completely.
She rolled back over towards him, her hands reaching downward, eager to touch him. But he grasped her by the wrist, halting her. There was a playful glint in his eye as their eyes met.
“Not so fast there, baby vamp. I want a reason to get you back here.”
But from the experience he just gave her, he’d have to fight to keep her away.