Page 20 of Love and War

“No need, moya Printsessa.” My heart shouldn’t have swooned at his nickname for me. Sure when we were little, he called me his princess, but now in Russian.Swoon.

“I uh…” I don’t even know what I wanted to ask or say. I had no idea how to act around him anymore. Besides being angry at him for leaving me.

“A drink?” he said, cocking his head to the side.

“Yes, right…would you like something to uh drink?” I asked. Not waiting for him to respond I headed towards the kitchen. Thankfully, it was the one place that I somewhat kept clean.

Opening the fridge I cringed at the sight of barely any food in sight. A gallon of milk, water, juice, some eggs, and condiments were about it. Grabbing a juice I turned on my heel just as Killian walked into the kitchen. Slamming the fridge closed, I couldn’t let him see it empty like this. If he did, he’d surely punish me.

Don’t get turned on,I chanted in my head.

“Here,” I said, thrusting the apple juice towards him. He took the juice, eyes still locked onto me. He opened it before chugging the whole thing. It shouldn’t have been this hot. I mean, he was just drinking juice. But holy fuck was it hot. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

The moment he set the empty juice bottle onto the kitchen counter, my body was shoved against the fridge. Killian was kneeling before I could protest, my leggings ripped down along with my panties. My brain couldn’t keep up with him.

My mouth dropped open as his tongue swiped out against my pussy. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as my hands locked into his hair. Instead of pushing him off of me like my brain was telling me to. I held his mouth to me.

My moans filled the silence as his tongue continued lashing out, licking me.

I couldn’t think.

I forgot about being angry at him.

Everything was just this, just us. Like it always had been.

My hips rocked against his waiting mouth. One of his hands grabbed ahold of my foot, pulling the leggings off before he brought my leg over his shoulder, pressing my pussy further to his mouth. Both of his hands grabbed my hips, helping me rock against his face.

It was almost too much, but not enough.

His tongue moved in and out, fucking me.

“Please,” my voice croaked.

Killian wasted no time, somehow bending down. He laid on his back, pulling me down to sit directly over his face.

Pulling off my leggings from my other foot, I wasted no time before rocking against his face. Taking what I needed. My hands still tangled in his hair, pulling like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

“Kil-Killian, I need… fuck, I need your fingers.”

His tongue barely moved before he plunged two fingers into me. His tongue lashed against my clit, sucking hard.

It didn’t take much more. The moment he curled his two fingers inside me, my orgasm ripped through me. My eyes closed before I felt his other hands reach up and grab hold of my throat. Snapping my eyes open, my body shook. Our eyes locked onto each other, his fingers never stopping as my orgasm took over my body. I was rocking against his face without a single care, my finger pulling his hair harder than necessary.

Slowly my body calmed down, and his fingers slipped out from me. I pulled my body off his mouth, but his hands rested on my hips stopping me from going anywhere.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Aziza.”

I couldn’t speak.

Neither of us did as my breathing slowed down. Releasing his hair once I could, I scooted back until I was sitting on his lap instead. I could feel his erection. My eyes must have told him something because he sat up, shaking his head.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

Doing as he said, he wrapped his arms around my back before getting to his feet. My eyes closed as I rested my head against his shoulder. Suddenly I felt very tired. I could barely keep my eyes open.

His body felt warm against mine, comforting, familiar.

It didn’t take long for me to pass out because the last thing I remember was Killian carrying me before I fell asleep.

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