Chapter 15 #2
“Not right this second but I am expecting my angel boyfriend to pop in any moment to do ungodly things to me.”
He didn’t say anything as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, locking it.
Bea’s pulse quickened. “See something you want, big guy?”
“Yeah.” He crossed the room slowly, his eyes raking over her. “You.”
Bea raised an eyebrow. “You really want to take your turn so soon after your brother was inside me?”
“You said you don’t do games right?” his voice low as he stalked closer.
“I don’t.” her words barley above a whisper.
“Good. Neither do I.” He stopped at the foot of the bed. “I want you, Bea. I’ve wanted you since the moment you marked me three years ago, and I am done waiting.”
Bea’s breath caught. “Killian-”
“To answer your question, No. I don’t care that you were with Dimitri last night. I love seeing bite marks all over your skin.” His voice dropped, rough and hungry. “But I want to leave my own, I want my turn.”
Bea should probably say no. Should probably establish boundaries, maintain professional distance, not complicate things further.
Instead, she leaned back, her words coming out husky, “Then take it.”
Killian moved. He was on her in seconds, his mouth crashing against hers, his hands fisting in her hair. Bea gasped, her back hitting the mattress, his weight pressing her down. He kissed her like he was starving, like she was the only thing that could satisfy him.
“Fuck.” he growled against her mouth.
Bea’s hands slid under his shirt, nails raking over hard muscle leaving a trail of red marks. “Less talking, more doing.”
He pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head. Bea’s eyes widened. He was massive, his huge shoulders, thick arms, chest covered in scars and tattoos. He looked like violence personified, he looked perfect.
“Your turn,” he said.
Bea sat up and pulled off her tank top. No bra. Just bare skin and the marks Dimitri had left behind.
Killian’s eyes darkened. His fingers traced one of the hickeys on her collarbone. “He marked you good.”
“Jealous?”
“Fuck yes.” He leaned down and bit the same spot, hard enough to make her gasp. “But I’m going to make you forget all about him.”
Bea laughed breathlessly. “Big talk for a big man.”
“I can back it up.”
He stripped off her leggings, leaving her completely naked beneath him. His hands roamed over her thick body, her hips, her thighs, her stomach. He touched her like she was something precious and dangerous all at once.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he just admired her body.
Bea’s throat tightened. “Killian-”
“I mean it.” He kissed her again, slower this time. “Every inch of you.”
He worked his way down her body, his mouth and hands worshiping every curve. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he looked up at her, his face fierce. “I want you on top.”
Bea froze. “What?”
“I want you to ride me.” He stripped off his pants, revealing the hard length of his cock. “I want to watch you take control.”
Bea’s stomach twisted. “Look, for the most part I’m pretty confident in my body but, I’m… I’m a big girl, Killian. These thick thighs won’t reach the bed around yours so all my weight will be on you.”
He lay back on the bed, his hands reaching for her hips. “Sounds like a fucking dream come true princess, get on top of me, Bea. Now.”
“Killian-”
“Now.” The command in his voice sent heat flooding through her. She hesitated, then straddled his hips, her thighs bracketing his waist. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, ready.
“That’s it,” His hands gripped her hips, guiding her. “You’re strong, Bea. So fucking powerful, and I want to feel all of you.”
Bea’s breath hitched. Her hands holding herself up on his chest.
He positioned himself at her entrance. “Sink that pretty pussy down on my cock. Take me. All of me.”
Bea sank down slowly, gasping as he filled her. He was thick, stretching her, and she had to take him inch by inch. Killian groaned, his hands tightening on her hips.
“Fuck, princess. You feel incredible, so fucking tight.”
She bottomed out, fully seated on him, and paused to catch her breath. Killian’s eyes were locked on her face, dark with hunger and something deeper.
“Move, before I embarrass myself.” he ordered.
Bea started to rock her hips, slow and deliberate. Killian’s hands guided her, showing her the rhythm he wanted. “That’s it. Just like that.” His mouth tightened as his jaw muscles flexed.
She picked up speed, her confidence growing. Killian’s gaze never left her face, watching every expression, every gasp.
“I want you to watch yourself,” he said roughly.
“What?” her body slowing for the smallest moment.
He nodded toward the mirror on the wall.
“Look at yourself. See the fucking goddess you are, look at how well you take control.” He reaches up and takes a handful of her breast, “These are going to ruin me,” then he runs his hands down to her belly.
“This,” he grabs and caresses the one part of her body that she wishes she could change.
“This is so fucking sexy, you own your body baby, YOU are so fucking perfect.”
Bea turned her head, catching sight of her reflection. She was flushed, her hair wild, her body moving over his with power and grace. She looked strong. Fierce. Beautiful.
“You see it?” Killian growled. “You see how perfect you are?”
Bea’s eyes met his in the mirror. “Yes.”
“Say “I’m a goddess”.” He demanded in a deep growl.
“I’m a goddess.” She whispers
“Say “I’m perfect”.”
“I’m perfect” she gasped, riding him harder.
“That’s right baby.” His hands slid up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples.
“You’re fucking perfect, Bea, and you’re mine right now, all mine, now hang on” She didn’t get a chance to ask why before he sat up and pushed her back, so he is now on top of her, him never leaving her body.
He takes one of her legs and shoves it up onto his shoulders, so she is so stretched and as he thrust deeper causing them both to groan.
“Oh, fuck, Killian.” Her moans fill the entire room, her body starts to tingle, her climax building.
“Shit, that’s it, come for me baby, " he commanded his pace picking up, sweat building on his forehead and chest. “Let me feel you come apart.”
Bea shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with brutal force. She cried out, her body clenching around him, her nails digging into his back. Killian cursed, his hips jerking as he followed her over the edge, spilling inside her with a guttural groan.
He collapsed on top of her, both breathing hard.
Killian moved off her and pulled her over against his chest, his arms wrapping around her. “Fuck baby, you okay?”
Bea laughed shakily. “I’m so good, big guy.”
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Give me twenty minutes, then you’re going to fall apart on my tongue.”
Bea grinned against his skin. “This is going to get complicated, and so messy.”
“Probably.”
Bea’s smile falls for a split second. “I’m not sure if Nico wants anything to do with me, he can’t even look me in the eyes when we are in the same room. I think I pushed him too far.”
“Take control, I’m betting he’s a little freak, make him get on his knees for you.” Killian’s arms tightened around her. “You’re worth it.”
Bea closed her eyes, letting herself be held. Outside, she could hear footsteps in the hallway, probably Nico, furious. She thought how this was going to be a disaster but fuck, it was going to be fun.