Chapter 34 #2
“I need you,” he rasped the moment we crossed the threshold of the bedroom, the door flying closed behind us as he kicked it shut with his foot.
His hot mouth claimed mine with unrelenting force. My back met the door, the solid wood vibrating faintly as his hands framed my face, thumbs brushing my jaw with a possessive tenderness that only made the urgency worse.
His hands moved with brutal efficiency, tugging, peeling, discarding fabric. My pulse thundered as cool air kissed newly bare skin, each touch sparking heat in its wake.
I gasped when his hands slid beneath my thighs and he lifted me without effort. I wrapped my legs around his hips, anchoring myself to him as he pressed me closer, the strength in his hold unmistakable.
His forehead dropped to mine for a fleeting second, breath ragged, eyes dark with want—like he was savoring the moment before losing control completely.
And then he moved again, carrying me deeper into the room, but instead of the bed, he took me to the windows overlooking the cliff. He lowered me on unsteady legs and turned me around to face the view, my breasts pressed against the glass.
He was still fully clothed while I was naked, the stark difference between us erotic and indescribably sexy.
“I’ll never be able to look at the sea without thinking of you,” he grunted in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my body. He put both my hands on the cool glass and ordered, “Keep your hands up and spread your legs.”
My answer was a moan.
I pressed my hips back, grinding against his erection as his hand dipped down between my thighs and reached around to stroke my clit. He trailed his mouth down the back of my neck, alternating between circling my clit and pushing his fingers inside me.
I whimpered at the sensation of cool glass against my heated skin, every touch and kiss heightened.
“Those noises you make…” he rasped. “I dream about them.”
He focused on my clit, bringing me closer to a release, until pleasure exploded behind my eyelids and I came on his fingers. My body shook against the window from the intensity of it, my legs nearly giving out.
Kian’s grip tightened around my waist, holding me to him as he rubbed my sensitive clit and smeared my juices from my entrance to my back hole.
“Have you been fucked here before?” he asked, his fingers massaging my ass.
“No,” I breathed.
“Do you want to?” My lips parted and my body shuddered in response, drawing a dark chuckle from him. “I want your voice, Sophie. Is that a yes?”
I swallowed thickly before answering. “Yes.”
It was bizarre because I’d had boyfriends ask me before and it was always a firm no, yet I would let Kian fuck me six ways to Sunday.
And it was only Wednesday.
“You’ll have to tell me if it’s not good for you.”
“Everything you do feels good, Kian.” His chest rumbled and I could feel his satisfied smile against my neck while his fingers played with my clit.
He lowered me onto my hands and knees, my legs slightly widened. He disappeared for a moment and returned with lube and a pillow that he tucked under my knees. And the whole time, I worked to steady my pulse, wondering if I was crazy or incredibly smart to give this man my virgin ass.
Kian stood behind me, stripping naked as I stared at him over my shoulder. The view must have been obscene, yet the look in his eyes told me he was pleased.
“You look so hot, waiting for me to fuck your ass,” he purred, gripping his hard cock. “First, we’ll prepare you.”
He poured lube into his hand, then spread me wide, his fingers playing at that place. He kissed along my spine as he pushed one finger inside, the odd pleasure making me tense.
“How does it feel?” he asked, gently massaging my back entrance, helping me relax with each passing second.
“Odd,” I breathed, rocking against his fingers. “But good.”
“It shouldn’t hurt. If it does, we stop.”
The gentleness in his voice, or maybe his expert touch, set my entire body on fire and my head thrashed.
His other hand found my clit and he worked a second finger in my ass.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my eyes closing.
“Still okay?” he murmured. “Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I groaned, the sensation of being fingered from both ends consuming my every rational thought.
After what must have been a few minutes, he replaced his fingers with his cock. I whimpered as the head pushed against me, my body on fire as he inched inside.
“Push back,” he ordered, and I did, my fingers curling into fists as part of me waited for pain to kick in. His body curved over mine, the heat of him cocooning around me. His fingers were still inside my pussy and the sensation was overwhelming, my moans and his harsh breaths echoing around us.
With my eyes half-lidded, I rested against him, grateful for the padding at my knees.
“Are you enjoying this?” he whispered, kissing a hot line down my neck.
A strangled moan was all I could get out.
He urged me on, slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. “That’s my good girl.”
“More,” I begged, rocking against his fingers in my pussy and cock in my ass. It made me feel so incredibly full and needy.
Kian murmured words, a mix of English and Albanian, but he didn’t speed up the tempo. He kept it slow, and it made me all the hotter.
Inch by inch, I pushed myself back on him until, with the last thrust, he was fully inside me, sending undeniable pleasure through my system.
He held my hips as he thrusted. In. Out. In. Out.
“Ahhh,” I gasped, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me. It was too hot. Too everything. A sweet mix of pleasure and pain unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
My hands grabbed his, my fingernails digging into his skin. As if he could sense my hesitation, he stilled.
“Sorry,” I breathed.
“It’s all right,” he said. “How do you feel?”
“It feels… different.” I bit down on my lip.
“Want me to stop?” I shook my head. “I need to hear you, Sophie.”
“No, don’t stop.”
“I’m going to move. If it’s too much at any time, you tell me.”
“Okay.”
He started to move, slowly, the overwhelming sensation almost paralyzing. Each slow, shallow thrust sent whimpers and moans through my lips. It felt forbidden, sinful, and yes, somewhat painful, but also so good.
He reached around once more, fingering my dripping pussy and slowly pushing me to the edge.
He clutched my hip with his other hand as he moved faster, driving deeper.
“You’re taking me so fucking good, Sophie.” His words had me writhing beneath him. “Who owns your holes?”
“You,” I whispered, my pleasure building higher and higher.
“Who’s fucking you?”
“You, Kian,” I moaned. “Only you.”
As if my words unleashed the beast in him, he began to fuck me ruthlessly with deep strokes. His hot breath and even hotter words seared my skin, my pussy clenching greedily around his fingers, and I rocked my ass against him, meeting his every thrust.
Pleasure exploded, shooting through me, and I came instantly, chanting his name like a prayer.