Page 24 of Unhallowed

Tilting my hips up, he gets the hint and positions himself against my entrance. “Always so warm and wet for me, Angel.” I wrap my legs around him tightly and moan when he enters me slowly, then clench when he gasps in my ear. “You’re gripping me so hard, baby girl.”

“I can’t—” I gasp as he enters me inch by inch. “It hurts.”

“You’re gonna fucking take me, Angel.” He sinks in another inch. “You’re gonna let me fuck yousogood.”

“Yes.” I moan again when he begins to move against me, thrusting in and out slowly, hitting a spot inside of me that feels impossible. “Kill—”

“Wait,” he pants. “Don’t say it like that yet, you’re gonna make me come.”

He pulls back slightly and when he slams back into me I see stars. “That feels so good,” I gasp out, and he begins to move. “Rightthere.”

Killian keeps repeating the motion, going slow but hard, his pelvis hitting me repeatedly, his balls slapping my ass. Obscene sounds fill the room, my wetness loud in the quiet between us save for his groans.

“You hear that, little demon?” He murmurs. “We sound so perfect together.” With one more stroke of his cock deep within me, he gets on his knees and drags me closer to him.

His hands wrap around my calves and he puts my legs straight up to his shoulders, making my legs close tightly together. His hips slam against me—hard—and he moans the loudest I’ve heard from him yet.

“You like that, baby?” I ask him, panting, and he groans, “Because I do. Oh,fuck, I really do.”

“Touch yourself for me,” he commands, and my hand goes down to my clit immediately. I moan as I start circling it with two fingers. “I want to hear you come.”

I run my fingers tighter and faster around my clit, closing my eyes as I feel the orgasm within reach. “Oh, God, I’m gonna come—”

And I do, clenching around him and spasming like I’m fucking have a seizure. It’s weird, how hard he makes me come, like I’m pulling fucking muscles and I’m on the brink of death.

My breath stutters and I gasp, moaning again, groaning, making the most indecent sounds that have ever come from me. The sensation of him fucking me hard while my fingers are on my clit is enough to make me crest and fall hard, and he follows closely behind.

Killian lets my legs go and I wrap them around his waist, and within a few seconds he’s burying his face in my neck and smelling me. He inhales deeply, groaning once more, and licks my neck then bites it hard.

This man is doing things to me I’m not comfortable with. I’m feeling something, I don’t know what, but with every sound he makes, all I think about is how I’m going to make him do it again. What I can do to elicit those sounds from deep within him, to make him go fucking insane over me.

What is wrong with me?

He speeds up his thrusts, moaning into my neck again, “Fuck,yes.” He groans, his movements sloppy, until I feel him come inside me. “Sofucking good, baby girl.”

God.

“I thought fucking your ass was heaven, Angel.” He huffs. “But your pussy? It’s fucking hell.”

I laugh, low and throaty, and he chuckles against me. “Oh” is all I reply, because what do I even say to that?

“Promise me something,” he demands. I tense, and he must feel it because his hands come to my face, cupping it. I can’t look into his eyes, it’s too dark, but it still feels like he can see right through me. “That you’re mine now, and you won’t ever let his cum fill you again. You’re my fucking wife. Promise me.”

“I can’t.” I shake my head, “I don’t know what I’m doing—what I want, Killian.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He slides his hand to the back of my head and grips it tightly, yanking it back until my face is lifted to the ceiling, then he nips my bottom lip until a metallic taste fills my mouth. “From now on you’ll think of me. Always of me.”

The biggest problem is that he’s right. Iwillthink of him, even if I get Draven back. I’ll never be able to forget last night and right now, I’ll never escape him. I have a feeling this will haunt me, and so will Killian. But I know I can’t stay, and he’s hinting at knowing that too.

I can’t stay.

I made a promise to Draven, and I didn’t keep it. How can I be his forever if I belong to someone else? If I’m tied and bound forever by a fucking vow? I really fucked up, or truly, Killian fucked us over.

“I promise I’ll think of you always,” I tell him, swallowing down the truth because it’s a betrayal to Draven, but it is the truth now. Even if I hate this man for what he’s done to me, I’ll never forget how he’s made me feel. “But that’s the only promise I can keep.”

“Are you fucking leaving me?”

I sigh, “If I have the choice, it’ll never be you, Killian.”

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