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I nod, wordless, wanting to show him how much I crave him. How much I need him.

He laughs, dark and deep. “Then get me hard again, little siren,” he whispers. “Make me want to bury myself inside you all over again.”

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KILLIAN

Her eyes flash up tomeet mine, the deep red light of the room changing to purple and casting a sensual glow over her face. Her eyelashes are clumped together with tears, but there’s no mistaking the desire in her eyes. She looks wrecked, utterly spent, and yet there’s a blissful submission in her expression, as if this is exactly what she’s been craving.

As she starts to work her tongue over my sensitive shaft, I hiss out a breath, the sensation is almost too much. She’s gentle but methodical, taking her time as she teases me back to hardness with her tongue, her hand, and her mouth. It’s a slow burn of pleasure that has my eyes sliding closed and my head falling back.

Her tongue swirls and laps, and she hums, sending vibrations through me. The sounds she makes are filthy, driving home what she’s doing, how she’s bringing me back to life. I feel her lips curve in a smile around me, and it’s almost my undoing.

I open my eyes, needing to see her, to watch her work. Her eyes are closed now, her concentration evident in the furrow of her brow. Her hair falls around her face, framing her features as she focuses on her task. She looks beautiful like this, so wanton and giving, taking such obvious pleasure in pleasing me.

Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue lapping at me like she’s savoring something delicious. My hands clench into fists at my sides as I struggle for control, for the discipline to let her do her work without losing myself in her mouth all over again. I want to thrust, to take, but I force myself to remain still, to let her set the pace.

With each swipe of her tongue, I feel my control slipping. She sucks gently, her hand stroking what her mouth can’t reach, and it’s driving me wild. My hips twitch, wanting to snap forward, but I hold back, gritting my teeth as she teases the blood back into my cock.

When she looks up at me again, her eyes are dark with satisfaction. She knows what she’s doing to me, the power she holds over me in this moment. I feel exposed, laid bare, and yet there’s no one I’d rather be this vulnerable with.

“Fuck,” I grit out, my voice rough. “You’re too good at that, siren. You’re going to be the death of me.”

She just smiles, wicked and knowing, and continues her slow, languid exploration, driving me to the edge again.

I groan, feeling myself harden again in her hot, wet mouth. She looks up at me, her eyes dark pools of promise, and hums in response, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

“Fuck, that’s it. So fucking beautiful the way you take it all,” I praise. “Suck me dry, siren.”

Her eyes flash with a heady blend of challenge and lust, and she moans softly, the sound vibrating around me. I tighten my grip on her hair just enough to guide her, and start to thrust, slowly fucking her face as she takes me deep.

Her jaw must be aching, but she doesn’t complain, just takes me in, her tongue working lazily against me. I hiss out a breath, feeling the pleasure coil tight in my gut, and snap my hips, needing more. She makes a soft, encouraging sound, urging meon, and I start to fuck her face in earnest, loving the filthy, wet sounds she makes as she accommodates me.

“Damn, you’re so good,” I grit out, my eyes sliding closed as I lose myself in the hot, wet suction of her mouth. “Gonna fuck your mouth until I?—”

But I can’t finish the sentence, the words lodge in my throat as the pleasure spikes suddenly, warningly.

With a groan, I pull out, not wanting to spend myself like this again. I need to be inside her, feeling her tight heat milking my release.

I lay her out on the bed, her hair fanning out around her like a blue halo, and quickly undress her, taking in the beauty of her naked body, all smooth, creamy skin and vibrant, colorful tattoos that seem to glow darkly in the purple light.

I shackle her arms above her head, spreading her out for me, and she squirms, testing the restraints with a playful look in her eyes. As the black light flickers on, the colors of her tattoos seem to leap from her skin. It’s so fucking beautiful that I have to pause for a second just to take her all in.

“You’re gorgeous like this, all laid out for me. A work of art. All these colors, just for me to admire and touch and trace.”

She whimpers, the sound fueling the fire in my gut, and arches her back, offering herself up to me.

Her eyes go wide as I start to secure the restraints around her ankles, spreading her legs wide. She’s perfectly exposed now, her body bared and offered up to me. The power that gives me is intoxicating, and my cock lurches impatiently.

I stroke a finger gently over her inner thigh, soaking in the sight of her like this. “You look incredible, all laid out and waiting for me. I could play with you like this for hours. Teasing you. Tasting you. Hurting you.”

She whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed as my touch skates over her sensitive skin. “Please, Killian…”

I’m not sure if she’s begging me to stop or to keep going, but there’s nothing in the world that could make me rush through this.

Slowly, methodically, I trail my fingers up her thigh, enjoying the way she shivers and squirms, anticipating my touch. I graze her slick folds, making her jerk against the restraints, then circle her clit gently, feeling her whole body tense in anticipation.

“You’re so wet for me already,” I murmur, my thumb circling that bundle of nerves lazily. “So fucking responsive.”

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