Page 93 of Crown of Lies

“That’s it,” he growls. “Beg for it.”

I feel his hands on my hips, lifting them slightly, positioning me. The head of his cock teases my entrance, and I hold my breath in anticipation.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice strained with barely contained desire.

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point.

Without saying anything else Killian drives into me in one powerful thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “So tight. So perfect.”

He stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. Then, gripping my hips tightly, he begins to move.

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Killian’s thrusts are relentless,pounding into me with fierce possessiveness. I cry out with each one, my voice echoing off the walls. My body stretches to accommodate him, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

His hands grip my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me open and exposed. His breath comes in sharp gasps, his eyes burning with intense desire as he watches himself disappear inside me over and over again.

“Yeah, take that fucking cock,” he growls, his voice hoarse. “You’re made for this.”

All I can do is nod, my breath catching in my throat as he fills me completely. His thighs slap against mine with each powerful thrust, the sound filling the room and mingling with my cries.

His pace is demanding, claiming me as his own. I can feel his length stretching me, hitting spots that make my vision spark. My fingers dig into the bedsheets, the fabric crumpling in my desperate grip.

Killian leans forward, one hand bracing against the bed as he drives into me from a new angle. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, his eyes rolling back slightly.

The change in position sends spikes of pleasure through me, and I cry out, “Harder, please! Oh, god, please…”

I don’t care that I’m finally begging, I just need him now. All of him. However I can get him.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His grip on my thighs tightens, his fingers biting into my skin as he pounds into me with even more force. The bed creaks beneath us, threatening to break as our bodies slam together.

“That’s it, take it,” he grunts, his face contorting with the effort of holding back. “Fucking take it all.”

Sparks of pleasure explode behind my eyes, threatening to consume me. I’m so full, so close, and yet?—

Killian pulls out suddenly, leaving me feeling empty and bereft.

“No—” I whimper, my hips instinctively bucking back, seeking him.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Not yet, siren. Not until I say so.”

He teases me, just hovering there, his cock pressed against my entrance but not pushing inside. My hips circle, seeking him, needing him.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying out.

Then he’s thrusting back into me and it’s almost like it’s the first time all over again. A jolt of pleasure shocks through me, and my back arches off the bed.

Killian leans down, his mouth crashing against mine. The kiss is hard, demanding, and he’s stroking into my mouth with his tongue—fucking my mouth the same way his cock is fucking my pussy.

I taste myself on him, and it sends a shudder through me. My tongue tangles with his, stroking and caressing as our kiss deepens. He’s devouring me, tasting me, and I can feel his passion and hunger in the way he kisses me.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he mutters between kisses, his lips brushing against mine. “Your lips are so soft… fuck.”

His words spur me on, and I kiss him back just as hard, my hands gripping his shoulders, scratching lightly down his back.

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