Page 43 of Tomorrow's Never Promised

Liam walkedme to Killian’s room, letting me know Kil would be back soon. He lingered by the door for a while, making sure I was okay, but something was off with him. He could barely look at me, shifting his weight back and forth. Before I got the chance to ask him what was wrong, he was gone.Talk about whiplash.Something important was discussed upstairs, and it’s only a matter of time before it comes to my attention.

I’m left alone with my crazy thoughts, no longer in the company of my best friend. Liam said I could help myself to the shower, and I would, but I can’t get this dress off without Killian. I don’t want to bother Lexi, and I sure as hell wasn’t asking Liam for help. I sit on the bed and fidget with my hands while I wait for Killian. My mind is running a million miles a minute.Did Killian find out about Liam and I? Is this why he was so weird before?

A gentle knock on the door gets my attention. Killian is standing in the doorway with his arms open wide in invitation. I’ve never seen him look so disarranged. He is usually so put together. I run to him, and he wraps his arms tenderly around me. The safety I feel there is incredible. No matter what he tells me now, we will get through this.

He kisses my head. “Hi, love.”

“Hi.” I squeeze him tighter.

We stay like that for a few moments before he releases me and shuts the door behind him. His hands caress my face as he kisses me. He guides me backward to the bathroom, our lips not breaking apart for a second.

When we reach the door’s threshold, he begins stripping my dress off me. His hands are not gentle with the material. The noise of ripping fills the space, along with our heavy panting.

“I need you, sweetheart,” he whispers against my neck.

“Take me, Killian. I’m yours,” I say, pulling his shirt open and running my nails down his chest. He moans and lifts me onto the counter of the double sink.

“Lift your foot,” he commands.

He removes each of my heels and then reaches for my garter belt, sliding it to the ground. He is naked within seconds, sporting a huge erection. Killian licks up from the swells of my breast to my neck and latches on. Confident fingers make quick work of the remaining bra and thong.

I am totally bare to him as he slides in between my legs. I wrap them possessively around his hips. Desperate lips crush against mine as his fingers tangle in my hair.

Reaching down, he rubs me, making me slick and raring to go. I don’t need more time, I’m ready, and he ismorethan ready. He lifts my ass off the counter and pulls me towards him, lining himself up to my entrance. In one swift movement, he thrust inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck and trail kisses from his collarbone to his ear. He is fucking me slowly and passionately, but I know he needsmore.

“Don’t hold back,” I whisper.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He pulls out and places me on the floor, spinning me around to face the mirror. My cheeks are red and rosy. His eyes roam, taking me all in like it’ll be the last time he’ll ever see me.

Killian pushes my breasts down onto the counter and spreads my legs open. He slides home again, but this time with more powerful thrusts. It’s almost too much, stealing my breath away.

“Watch us in the mirror,” his deep voice interrupts my immense pleasure.

I lift my head to watch.

His muscles clenching with each thrust.

His hair falling out of place and over his brow.

His strong hands wrapped tightly around my hips.

Sweat drips down his body onto mine. My tits bounce with each movement. Wild curls fall loose around my face and over my swollen lips.

It’s the most erotic scene I’ve ever witnessed.

The pressure of my sensitive clit pressed against the edge of the counter and him slamming into me, is about to unhinge me. I feel my climax building as my legs begin to tremble.

“Come with me, angel,” he grunts, close to his own release.

One more thrust and I see stars. The reflection of us in the mirror becomes blurred. “Ahh… Killian. Jesusss,” I woosh out.

I press my cheek to the cold marble and try and catch my breath. A second later, his cock pulses with his release. “Fuck, baby.” He lowers his head so that it rests between my shoulder blades.

Soft kisses pepper the back of my neck as he pulls out of me. He swivels around to turn the shower on while I peel myself off the counter. Kil reaches out a hand and pulls me under the warm spray. It’s exactly what I need right now, soothing my deliciously sore muscles on impact.

“You meaneverythingto me, Madison,” he says. His strong hands grip me, pulling me flush against him. “I know it’s about to get tough. Just don’t give up on me, okay?” Warning butterflies swirl in my stomach at his words.

“I have to leave for a few months after my father’s funeral. It’s not something I can avoid,” his voice wavers, which breaks my heart.

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