My dress never stood a chance. He tore it clear down the middle with ease, like it was a flimsy piece of paper, the fabric falling to the ground, leaving me in just my panties and heels.
“Fuck…” he muttered, licking his lips.
“Like what you see?” I said with more confidence than I actually felt.
His eyes grew dark, the swirling of black taking over the gray. “Ilovewhat I see, princess.” His shadows were beginning to surround him, coming from behind to envelop us, nearly blocking everything from sight. “Do you trust me?”
Fuck me. Why did he need to ask that?
“Answer me, Lillian,” his voice boomed.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I trust you.”
Of course, I trusted him, but the fact that he needed to ask before whatever he was going to do both terrified and excited me to my core. There was definitely something wrong with me.
He didn’t say anything, just reached behind him into his shadows. I gasped when he pulled out one of his daggers, a scary mix of arousal and fear overtaking my body.
“Give me your hand,” he commanded.
My body moved on autopilot, happy to give him exactly what he wanted. He held my hand in his, palm up, and brought it to his lips, pressing them against the middle of my hand. His eyes were on me the entire time. I was shaking under his intense gaze, and my thighs pressed together.
He brought the dagger’s blade to my hand.
“Keir…” I choked out.
“Shh,” he soothed me.
My chest was rising and falling at a concerning pace, but I held my hand steady as he pressed the blade of the dagger to my palm.
All at once, it hit me. It was the same hand I’d opened the portal with, the same hand he cut open when he helped me close it.
What was he—
The sting of the blade across my skin made me whimper, and once the cut was made, Keir threw the dagger to the ground away from us.
“There was something I wish I would have done that day you sealed yourself in Hell with us.”
He held my hand up, and together, we watched my blood pool in my palm. We watched as the blood began to trickle slowly down to my wrist, then my forearm, but before it reached my elbow, he licked the entire red line with his eyes tightly closed.
That was way more erotic than it should be.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined you would,” he said in a deep, raspy voice.
I felt my eyes roll back, my thighs shaking already as zaps of pleasure berated my clit. My panties were soaked, no doubt about that. He opened his eyes, now completely black, and my body shivered beneath the heated look he gave me.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if I hurt you?” he asked, his voice a deep, animalistic growl, almost not him at all.
“I promise,” I breathed out.
He dropped my hand and grabbed my ass again, pushing my back against the wall so hard, it made me yelp. My panties were ripped off me, the fabric giving way at my thighs. Once I was bare save for my heels, he lined his cock up at my entrance and drove himself all the way in without an ounce of hesitation.
“Keir!” I shouted, my nails digging into his back, my thighs clenching around him.
“That’s it, princess. Scream for me. I’m not going to take it easy on my pussy this time. It’s mine to do with as I please.” He pulled out and shoved back in, making me scream his name again.
He fucked me with everything he had, so hard that my thighs were aching and my back was scraping against the wall. It didn’t matter, though; none of it did. What mattered was that we were one right now, our bodies connected in the most spectacular way.
“Scream for me again, princess,” he groaned in my ear as he continued his hard, quick thrusts. “Scream my name so loud, all of Hell knows who you belong to.” He grabbed my still-bleeding hand and smeared my blood across his lips, his tongue darting out for another taste.