Page 24 of Deadly Oath

His hands go still halfway up my ribs, my sweater shoved up to just beneath my breasts. His blue eyes are dark with need, his fingers curling into the fabric, and I can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me, his hips against mine, my ankles caught around his legs. “I’m going too fast, aren’t I?” he rasps. “I should be going slow. Drawing this out. Making it so good for you that you can’t ever get enough.”

Every word seems to send flame licking across my skin, heating me from the inside. When he starts to push my sweater up again, this time more slowly, I moan when I feel his palms graze over my naked breasts, all of my skin suddenly so much more sensitive than it ever has been before.

He drags my sweater and half-undone bra off at the same time,tossing them onto the coffee table as he pulls back and looks down at me. Instinctively, I go to put my arm over my breasts, and he grabs my forearm, pinning it to one side as his gaze drinks me in thirstily.

“I’ve never been—no one’s ever seen—” I can’t seem to get an entire sentence out, as Kian’s eyes rake over me like he’s never seen anyone or anything he wants so badly.

“I know,” he growls, his head dipping as he licks the hollow of my throat before his lips slide lower, down into the valley between my small breasts. “I’m the first. I’m gonna be the first foreverything, princess. And you’re never gonna forget me.”

It’s a promise that sounds almost like a threat, but I’m too lost in the sensations that his touch is rousing in me to think about it very hard. His lips close over one of my breasts, his tongue rolling over the nipple as he sucks the flesh around it into his mouth, and my back arches as I feel the jolt of pleasure directly between my thighs.

Without thinking, I grab at his shoulders, my fingers digging into the soft flannel as he sucks harder, his teeth grazing against my nipple. Just when I think he’s going to bite down, when it almost feels like it might be too much, he releases it, his mouth fastening over my other nipple as he does the same.

I dig my nails in harder to his shoulders, crying out as his teeth scrape over my flesh. I feel like I’m going to come out of my skin, like the pleasure is almost too much, and I writhe underneath him, a steady, pulse-like throb of heat building between my legs.

Kian reaches down, thumbing the button of my jeans open as his mouth slides down below my breasts, skating over my taut skin as he starts to slide my jeans down. He hasn’t taken off a stitch of clothing, and I feel more bare, more vulnerable because of that.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed?” I gasp, and Kian chuckles, planting an open-mouthed kiss just above my navel before he pulls my jeans and panties down my hips, baring me even further.

“We’ll worry about me later, princess,” he murmurs, his mouth dragging down to one hipbone. I squirm when his lips close over the sharp edge, sucking at my flesh again as he drags my jeans down my legs. “Right now, I’m going to make you come for me.”

“I—” My breath catches in my throat, my chest squeezing almost painfully with frightened anticipation. “I’ve never?—”

Kian looks up sharply as he strips my jeans off fully, leaving me entirely naked beneath him. “Never?” he purrs, his eyes narrowed. “Not even by yourself?”

I shake my head quickly, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. “I’ve—touched, before. But I’ve never—finished.”

“God,” Kian growls, and he pulls back slightly, his gaze sweeping over my bare skin. His eyes drop to the space between my thighs, his hand on my leg sliding up until his thumb is brushing over my inner thigh. “Fuck, Sabrina. It’s gonna feel so good. I’m gonna make you feelsogood.”

Before I can say anything, his arm hooks beneath my knee, pulling my legs open so that one drapes off of the side of the couch, my foot hitting the floor. His other hand slides beneath me, gripping my ass as he adjusts me, and I feel myself opening up, my soaked folds parting as he looks at the most intimate part of me.

He reaches down, his fingertips ghosting over the curling blonde hair there. One dips between my folds, his fingertip brushing over my clit, and the jolt of sensation from even just that small touch makes my mouth drop open in a startled cry.

“You like that?” Kian rasps, his finger pressing down harder on the swollen flesh. “You’re going to come for me just like this, princess. Just from my finger.” His gaze flicks up to mine, then back down again as my cheeks color, imagining what he sees.

“I—”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he murmurs, as he rolls his finger over me a little more firmly. “You look so beautiful like this, Sabrina. Spread open and wet for me, all pink and flushed and swollen. So innocent. But you’re a little less innocent now, aren’t you?” He adds a second fingertip, rubbing them firmly back and forth over the swollen, sensitive flesh. “God, I’m so fucking hard, just touching you like this. Seeing you feeling all of this for the first time makes my cock fucking ache. You’re never going to forget this, are you, princess?”

I open my mouth, but I’m speechless, dizzy with the feeling of hisfingers stimulating me and the demanding tone of his voice. Some part of my mind is shouting that this is happening fast, maybetoofast—but it feels so good. I can feel something building, something warm and tight coiling in my abdomen, and every time his fingers roll over me, every protest that I might have had dies on my lips.

He leans forward, capturing my wrist with one hand, pinning it above my head as he looms over me. His other stops touching me just long enough to grab my other wrist, wrapping his fingers around them both tightly as I mewl in protest, squirming beneath him at the sudden loss of sensation.

“You want it so badly, don’t you, princess?” Kian chuckles roughly, and there’s something dark in his tone, something that I can’t quite pinpoint. “You want my fingers on your clit. You want me to make you come.”

“Yes—”

That’s all it takes. That one whispered word, tight in my throat, and Kian’s fingers are between my legs again, rubbing swiftly over the spot where I need it so badly. “Let go, princess,” he murmurs, rolling my clit between his fingers. “Come for me. I’ll give you more, don’t worry. Just give me the first one now.”

I’m almost afraid to do what he’s asking. It almost feels like too much, the pleasure building to a breaking point that feels overwhelming. I feel the muscles in my thighs tense, and I have the urge to fight against it, but I don’t think Ican.It’s building past my control, the pleasure of Kian’s fingers rubbing between my thighs and the intensity of his gaze on mine driving me to a point where I can feel that I’m about to come apart at the seams.

“Kian.Kian—” I cry out, something almost like fear in my voice as I feel myself reach that tipping point, my fingers scrabbling at his hands where he holds my wrists pinned. “I think, I think I?—”

“Come for me, princess,” he commands, and it’s as if his voice flips a switch in me that I couldn’t reach for myself.

When the orgasm hits, I hear myself scream. It’s a pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt, like weeks or months or maybe even a lifetime of tension comes unraveled in me all at once, centered between mythighs and exploding outwards like a blast of pure, blissful ecstasy.This is why,I dimly think as my back arches, my nails dig into his hands, and my entire body convulses underneath him, my mouth open and eyes closed as my head falls back.This is why people chase this feeling. Why they do stupid things for it. Why they act like it’s the only thing that matters sometimes.Right now, it feels like it’s the only thing thatdoesmatter. Like I’d do anything to keep feeling this way forever.

Kian keeps stroking me, fingers rubbing in tight, hard circles as the sensation crests and ebbs, and when my eyes open, I see him hovering above me still. His hand is locked tight around my wrists, and there’s something hungry and dark in his gaze as he looks down at my face.

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