Page 21 of Romancing the Reaper

The humiliation is right back, equally tinged with desire. Could I truly do such a thing?

Kieran straddles one of my legs, and sits back on his heels like he’s hovering just over me, waiting for me to do as instructed.

“Please, Kieran.”

His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he inhales sharply through his nose. I can see just how much of an effect I’m having on him from the tent in his pants. I wonder if he would be so calm and collected if I were to attempt to explore that with my hands.

I’ve never wanted to before.

“Not good enough.”

He says the words like a challenge. I push up onto my elbows, and Kieran’s hand dips to the hem of my borrowed shirt, towing the edge around his finger as if debating if he should lift it or leave it.

“Please, Kieran,” my voice sounding strained and breathless as he flattens his fingers over the plane of my stomach.

“Tell me what you want?”

“I… I want you to touch me more. I want to… to feel you.” I say softly, my confidence wavering that somehow this might just be some cruel joke on his end and that he’s going to laugh in my face and run out of the room.

Instead, he lifts my shirt, and I shift out of it as he lowers himself over top of me, chest to chest.

“Lift your hips, princess,” he commands, and I don’t even have a chance to comply before he lifts my leg into the air between us and my hips with it and does the work for me to remove the last layer of fabric hiding my body from him. Only then does he settle between my thighs, the friction of his pants against such sensitive skin.

Kieran pauses, drinking in every bit of me that he can see. Slowly, his calloused hands run along the outside of my thigh, curling it around his waist and I keep it hooked there.

Around the curve of my hip, his thumb pressing into the indentation left between my thigh and hip, massaging slowly before he moves up higher. By the time he reaches my breast, I swear I can’t breathe. Everywhere he touches feels like it’s on fire. He’s moving so slowly, so painfully slowly, that I am sorely tempted to kiss him myself. What would he do if I was the one to make the first move?

My body is a live wire, and he causes sparks when he rolls my peaked nipple between his index finger and his thumb. Up his hand goes, lavishing attention and then stopping, just when I’m tempted to beg him for more.

That’s what he wants. He’s already said so. I bite down on my bottom lip, the stubborn side of me refusing to ask for more even though that’s what I want so desperately.

Kieran’s hand wraps around my slender neck, applying the softest pressure, something I never knew that I could want. It feels possessive, like he wants to own me. I can’t help but smirk at that thought, knowing good and well that’s exactly why he kidnapped me.

I lift my hips again, using the leg hooked around his waist as leverage, grinding myself against the impressive hardness in his pants. The friction is delicious. Kieran’s hissed breath tells me that I’m not the only one affected by it. The fingers wrapped around my throat tighten in warning. Naturally, I do it again. I roll my hips and his other hand snaps to my offending hip, pinning me in place onto the bed. Wholly at his mercy.

“What’s the matter?” I tease, challenge burning in my eyes.

His gaze meets mine, and my bravado waivers. He looks like he wants to consume me. There’s an intensity to it that almost intimidates me.

“Careful, princess.” Kieran warns, that perfect accent twisting that nickname he likes to use so much for me into somethingsinful. A ripple runs over my skin, tightening my core and increasing the heat between my legs. “That mouth is going to get you into trouble.”

“Then I suppose you should silence me?” I sink into the bedding, surrendering to his whims, and he can feel it.

Kieran takes the invitation. His lips brush against mine, so soft it is almost like he’s not entirely certain that I’m real, or that if he touches me too firmly I might break. I can’t have that.

My hands lift, wrapping around his neck and my fingers push up into his short hair as I kiss him deeper. It’s the only experience that I have with men. Even then it’s just been for work. Kisses that are staged with fake and forced chemistry. Anything for the shoot. Anything to look good on camera.

But this? This I could do forever.

Kieran’s breath becomes my life force as he devours me, little by little. Each nip of his teeth against my lip, every time that his tongue brushes against mine - I lose a little bit more of myself and I’m so happy to give it over.

It fuels his intensity and then his hand is between my legs, cupping me, his middle finger parting my sex in the same way that he had seen me doing only moments before.

It feels so much better when he does it.

His fingers are so much larger than mine when they dip inside of me that I almost come up off of the bed. One, then two. Kieran kisses me until I am breathing too heavily to return the affection properly.

Nobody has ever been allowed to touch me like this. I wonder what he would do if he knew that his hands were the only ones to have ever been allowed on my body. Kieran’s lips dip down my neck, over my collar bone and toward my breast, nipping roughly at the skin as he goes. It’s all I can do to keep my hand fisted into his deceptively soft hair.

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