Page 68 of Deadly Oath

His shirt falls to the floor, and he pushes his suit trousers and boxer briefs down with one smooth movement, his cock stiffening as he moves toward the bed. I feel a flush of pleasure, of satisfaction, knowing I can get him hard again so quickly. It’s that same feeling of power that I felt the first time he kissed me in the gym, that knowledge that I have something Kian wants, and that if I tried, there might be no end to the things he would do for me in order to have it.

He moves onto the bed, kneeling between my legs, and I shudder as he runs his hands up my calves, my inner thighs, spreading my legs apart as he looks at me with a renewed hunger that tells me exactly what he wants.

“You were a good girl for me, on your knees,” he murmurs. “So I think you deserve a reward.” His fingers climb up my thighs, nearer and nearer to where I’m aching for him, until they graze over the soaked lace fabric of my panties.

“Oh, you’redrenchedfor me,” he murmurs, his voice raw and husky as he curls his fingers into the lace. “So fucking wet.”

His fingers tighten around the fabric—and then heripsit.

I let out a startled squeal of surprise as he tears the panties open, pushing the fabric to either side as he leans in to ghost a warm breath over my damp skin. I gasp, desire shuddering over me as he slides his tongue over my pussy in one long, hot lick that leaves me trembling underneath him, his tongue curling up to flutter over my clit as I cry out.

I’m already so close to the edge again, even though I just came. My fingers are nothing compared to his tongue, warm and wet and fluttering, stroking in all the right places as I squirm underneath him, my hips bucking against his tongue. I arch up into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his face as he laps and sucks, driving me closer and closer to a second orgasm, and Kian reaches up, letting go of the fabric as he clamps his hands around my wrists and pins them to the bed.

That tips me over the edge. I come hard, shrieking his name as Kian sucks my clit into his mouth, fluttering his tongue over it as hisfingers dig into my wrists, and he holds me there, writhing beneath him as the orgasm washes over me.

He lets go instantly, rising up over me as he wraps a hand around his thick, rigid shaft and leans over me, angling himself so that the swollen tip is pressed against my still-clenching entrance. He holds himself there, his gaze catching mine, dark and hot and hungry, before he thrusts.

The force of it briefly steals my breath, the shock of him filling me as overwhelming as it has been every time before. He’s so thick, almost too big, and a gasping moan escapes me as he thrusts again, his gaze holding mine as he draws out to the tip and slams back inside of me.

He reaches down, grabbing my wrists and lifting them above my head, pinning them to the pillow as his hips rock against mine. “God, you feel so fucking good,” he growls, his face taut with lust. My legs wrap around his, my body arching to get closer, every slide of him inside of me sending shocks of pleasure rippling through my body. It feels primal, forceful, and it ignites that same strange desire in me that it always has. I never thought I would want this—but even tonight, when I had expected something different from him, I’m not disappointed.

Not in the slightest.

His fingers curl tighter around my wrists, his groan ending on a growl of pleasure as he thrusts into me again, drawing out more slowly this time, making sure I feel every inch as he pulls out of me and then drives home.

My back arches, my mouth opening on a cry of pleasure, and I buck underneath him, feeling my orgasm start to build again. I don’t know if I’ll manage to get there a third time, but it feels so good that I almost don’t care. I just don’t want him to stop.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Kian murmurs huskily, a thread of amusement in his voice, and I realize that I spoke out loud. “We’ve got all night. And that wasn’t the last time I plan on making you come for me.”

Desire prickles over my skin at the promise I hear in his voice. Myfingers close around his, every part of me fighting to be closer to him as he slides into me, again and again, that pleasure building until I wonder how much more of this I can take before I shatter. It’s so close to getting me there, but not quite—almost as if he’s intentionally making me hold off, wanting me to beg. Wanting me to plead for my orgasm.

If that’s what he wants, I’m willing to give it to him.

“Kian—” I moan his name as he thrusts again, shuddering above me. “Kian, please, I’m so close?—”

“I know, princess,” he growls, his hips grinding against mine as he thrusts again, sliding as deeply into me as he can go. “I’ll make you come again. I?—”

He groans, jaw tightening as his fingers flex around my wrists, and I can feel him throb inside of me. I can feel him harden, feel his hips snap once more, and I moan helplessly, half in pleasure and half in frustration, as I feel the first hot spurt of his cum inside of me.

Kian shudders, another moan spilling from his lips, his head hanging down as he rocks against me, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. “Fuck—that’s so fucking good. Oh,fuck?—”

I’m trembling, too, caught between his hands and the thick cock impaling me, filling me with his cum, hovering on the knife’s edge of my own orgasm as I feel him thrust once more, another shudder rippling down his spine as he groans aloud. “God, you feel fucking incredible,” he murmurs, thrusting shallowly. “So fucking tight?—”

He slides out, letting go of my wrists, and I let out a whimper of frustration. I’m so close, my body throbbing with it, aching with the need to come, and I think Kian sees the frustration in my face. His mouth twitches, amusement filling his eyes as he rocks back onto his knees between my legs, looking down at me. I’m breathless, hips still arching up, and his gaze drops between my thighs, where I know his cum has begun to drip out of me.

“I told you I’d make you come again,” he murmurs, and his hand slides up my leg, two of his fingers dipping between my folds. “After all, I need something to do while I get hard again, rabbit.” That smirkdeepens as I gasp, arching into his hand as he curls his fingers, collecting the dripping cum and pushing it back into me.

“What—” I blink up at him, half-dazed with lust, and Kian laughs, dark and hoarse.

“You still have one more hole for me to fuck tonight, princess. But you made me come so hard that I need a minute. Since you’ve been such a good girl—” His fingers push deeper into me, thrusting as the pad of his thumb finds my clit. “I’ll make you come right now. Just watching you like this, while I fuck my cum into you—that’ll be enough to get me hard all over again.”

His cock twitches as he says it, his fingers taking up a rhythm that makes me gasp and clutch at the blankets. Dimly, I realize that he just told me that he was going to fuck me in the ass—something I’ve never wanted to do or imagined I would enjoy. But something about the pleasure rippling through me, the way he keeps pushing me closer and closer to the edge, the dark, lustful note in his voice when he promises what else he’s going to do to me—it seems to quell any fears I might have, keep me from voicing the fact that I don’t even know if Iwantthat.

It’s as if the possessive way he speaks to me has taken me over entirely, making me his with every touch, every thrust of his fingers, his cock, every word he says. I moan as he picks up his pace, his thumb rubbing over my slick, swollen clit as he thrusts his fingers into me, pushing his cum deeper with every stroke. I open my eyes to see that he’s looking down at me, that same victorious glint in his eyes that I’ve seen there before, but I don’t have time to try to understand why before the orgasm hits me.

I scream his name as my fingers dig into the blankets, my body clenching around his fingers, convulsing as Kian keeps up the rhythm, never letting up for even a second as I come hard on his hand.

“Fuck,” I hear him mutter, as I look up to see his dark gaze fixed on mine. “I could watch you come like that all fucking night, princess.”

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