5. Maeve #2
He’s a damn artist the way he uses his blade. It’s a brush, and I’m his canvas, and with every press of the edge, I gasp and grow wetter.
It’s only seconds before he lies back, grinning. Glancing down, the smear of blood covers my thigh in a thin line, a few drops on him. He licks the blade, bright red covering his mouth.
“How does that feel, baby?”
My body is on fire, and he can tell. My chest heaves, and my nails have cut my palms as I restrain myself.
“Good,” I pant. I’m vibrating with need, and he watches, smirking.
“Come here.” Scooping his hands under my thighs, he lowers my pussy to his face. My hands slam into the headboard, and I try to hover.
“No,” he commands, tone like steel. “Be a good princess and sit on your throne.”
I’ve never done this—but I lower anyway. Before I cover him, his tongue laps out, licking my wound, and I hum, pain and pleasure spiking. God, fuck, that feels too good, it must have been born from the unholiness of pleasures.
Looking up, he sticks out his tongue, covered in blood. “Now I’ll have two pieces of you.”
Without warning, his hands dig into my hips and slam me onto his face. His tongue laps out without abandon, spearing into me. He’s ravenous, moaning with me as my hips move, following his mouth.
He nibbles on my folds, teasing my clit. It’s mere moments before an orgasm works up, and I squeeze his head, my thighs wrapped around his ears. He chuckles under me, but he doesn’t stop. He pulls me closer, licking me until I’m chanting his name like a prayer.
The climax is hard and fast. I’m swept away as my vision blackens. Head falling back, I scream, riding his face without a care.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps moving, tongue flicking my clit with such skill that my breath stalls. My body tightens, pain filling my veins as he tries to bring me to another orgasm quickly.
My hips don’t get that message. I keep riding, chasing another high.
“Killian, I can’t?—”
Pulling back, chin wet and pink, he sucks his bottom lip. “Use your safe word, Princess. I’ll stop as soon as you say it.”
Like Hell will I say it.
He sees the determination and laughs, pulling me back. Running my hand through his hair, I hold him in place and use him—which he gladly obeys. Grinding against his mouth, he rakes his teeth along my sensitive parts, and I moan, voice cracking.
“There she is,” he says, voice full of wicked desires. “Use me, Maeve. Take what you need.”
So, I do. I ride his face until another orgasm builds, pain and pleasure wrapping into a heady concoction.
My legs tremble, and my core tightens as he shoves two fingers into me.
It’s intrusive, and yet, I moan louder as he chuckles.
Pumping them into me, he licks in time, my body floating to higher levels.
The wave of an orgasm slams into me, a vicious thing as I shout out and falter against him.
Holding my waist, he waits for the orgasm to subside before lifting me away. Swiping his tongue over my wound, he sighs contentedly. “Perfect.”
I’m boneless. Holding me, he rolls until he’s on top and between my legs. Everything is sore, but I ache to feel him inside of me. I ache to only know his touch, never anyone else’s.
Such a pretty thing.
“Hey,” he says, pulling my chin to meet his gaze.
His hair is mussed, splotches of blood on his cheek and neck, and yet, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
“Focus on me.”Inhaling, I nod, using his weight as my anchor.
He was right—the pain keeps me grounded, but the pleasure is new.
It’s addictive. Killian is addictive, and I don’t want to stop. I won’t let those ghosts taint this.
“Are you with me?”
“I’m with you.”
Opening my legs wide, he looks down as he fully sheaths himself inside me with one hard, long, agonizing thrust. I’m tight, body curving upward to meet him for a sloppy kiss, full of my release, blood, and whatever makes Killian, him.
Groaning, he withdraws, snapping his hip again. Every thrust is hard and controlled, meant to brand me. My pussy clenches around him, my nails rake into his back, and he moans into my neck. Every sound turns me on, from his deepest growls to the slapping of wet skin with every push.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “God damn, you feel too good. Like I’m fucking home.”
I can’t speak, my throat dry. He bites my neck, claiming me, pushing further inside, like he wants to burrow deep, to where my heart sits. He’s trying to crack open my chest and take the barely alive organ for himself.
He doesn’t have to try—he already owns it.
Reaching between us, his thumb finds my clit without a glance. “Give me one more.”
“I can’t,” I pant. But I’m lying. My body is tightening as I speak, pain shooting through my center. But it feels good—too fucking much and not enough all at once.
“You can,” he says, stealing another kiss. His fingers don’t stop, and he continues to pump inside me. “One more, baby. Just one more.”
He moves, and my walls flutter. Laughing into my throat, his teeth scrape along my skin. “See? Even your body can’t lie to me.”
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I yank him back down to me, and his eyes heat with barely restrained desire.
“And you listen to my commands.” I lick my lips, and he watches, transfixed. “Come for me, Pup. Fill me up.”
He growls, moving faster, fingers grinding into me. My pussy clenches, and pressure explodes as I scream his name. Seconds later, Killian groans in my ear, filling me with his cum.
Dropping back, he covers my body, holding me close. Crackling flames with harsh breaths fill the air, and I close my eyes, body heavy. Sated and soft, it’s the first time in weeks I’ve felt safe. The demons won’t get me here, not in Killian’s arms.
“Don’t let them win,” Killian says, drawing his nose over my cheek.
“What?”
“The nightmares.” Leaning on his elbow, still inside me, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t let them break you. You’re too strong for that.”
Blinking away tears, I nod. “I don’t feel very unbreakable.”
I feel the opposite—fragile. Weak.
“You’re the toughest person in this city.” Resting his forehead against mine, he inhales as I exhale. “No blade touches your skin but mine, Maeve. I’ll help you fight back the nightmares, I promise. Just let me help.”
Wrapping my finger around his chain, I tug him closer. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Then I guess we need to figure out birth control going forward.” I have an IUD, implanted by Simon on pain of death, to keep from becoming pregnant by Michael. But it’s getting close to being removed. “You can’t keep coming inside me and think it’s safe.”
Laughing, he shakes his head. “We’ll figure it out. I don’t think I can stop filling you with my cum and watching it leak out.” He pulls back to look. “It’s too fucking hot to ignore. Do you want children?”
I sigh. “No. Not after…” I trail off, and the Reaper softens, reading my message. “It’s fine. We can talk about it.”
“If you don’t want kids, then we don’t have kids.” He rolls us over, tucking me into the crook of his arm. “It’s that easy.”
“Us, huh?”
He gives me a look. “Did you think I was joking when I said, ‘This is it’?” He looks to the ceiling, rubbing my arm, keeping me close. “We’re inevitable, Princess. Just you and me.”
Something warm explodes in my chest, and I nuzzle into his side. “Fine. Then you owe me a new shirt.”
He laughs. “Whatever I have is yours. Including clothes. Besides, my shirts will look better on you.”