Page 51 of Ghost Of You

I push her down and spread her legs, sliding into her slowly. She moans quietly as I fill her, the tightness of her body nearly overwhelming. I take my time, wanting to make her beg for more. Her moans ripple through the room, spurring me on.

"Killian," she begs. "Faster."

"What was that, beautiful?" I tease, savouring her desperation.

"Please," she cries out, her voice shaking.

"Say it," I demand, wanting to hear her plea.

When she doesn't immediately respond, I pull out, making her whimper in need.

"Killian!" she cries.

"Say it!" I command.

"Fuck me and make me come. Give me everything you've got," she begs, her voice breathless.

Without a moment's hesitation, I thrust back into her with powerful, deliberate movements. Her cry of pleasure fuels my own desire. I grip her hair, twisting it around my hand, and wrap my other hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her shudder.

Her moans become a symphony of pleasure as I thrust into her with relentless rhythm. I caress her breasts, unfastening the bra and pinching her nipples. She gasps and moans, her hands gripping the edge of the counter.

I slide my hand, down her stomach, grazing her sensitive skin as I reach her clit. My fingers move with purpose, rubbing her gently, but insistently. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as I quicken the pace.

"Are you close, beautiful?" I murmur, my breath hot against her ear.

"Uh-huh," she purrs, her voice a blend of need and pleasure.

I pinch her clit, feeling another shudder as she teeters on the edge. "Come for me, beautiful."

"Killian," she whimpers, her voice breaking with need.

"Come for me," I demand, my voice leaving no room for refusal.

As she reaches her climax, her body convulses around me, and I lose control, my own release crashing over me. I fill her with my climax, our bodies trembling in unison. We're both dripping in sweat, our breaths ragged as we come down from the high.

Laelia turns to face me, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. My softened cock slips out of her, and she gives me a quick, lingering kiss before dropping to her knees. She takes me in her mouth, savouring the taste of our combined passion.

I groan at the sensitivity, every sensation heightened by the intensity of our encounter. She doesn't linger long, quickly standing and meeting my gaze with a mischievous smile. Her fingers trace my jawline before she presses her lips to mine, igniting a slow, sensual kiss that leaves me breathless once more.

As our lips part, the taste of her lingers on mine, a tantalising reminder of what we've just shared. She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark with desire, but there's a softness there too, an unspoken connection that goes beyond the physical.

"You're insatiable," I murmur, my voice husky as I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiles, a mix of sweetness and seduction, and I can't help but grin in response.

"Only with you," she replies, her tone playful but laced with sincerity. The way she looks at me makes my pulse quicken, a rush of heat coursing through me despite the aftermath of our passion.

I reach for her, pulling her close one more, her body fitting perfectly against mine. "I guess I'll just have to keep up, then," I say, my voice low as I kiss her again, slower this time, savouring every second.

She melts into me, her hands sliding up my chest to rest on my shoulders as the kiss deepens. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us in this moment, tangled in a web of desire and something more profound, something neither of us is ready to name yet.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathless, our foreheads, resting against each other as we catch our breath. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, and I close my eyes, soaking in the sensation.

"You know," she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear, "I don't think I've ever had a better night."

"Me neither," I confess, my voice soft. There's something vulnerable about the way we're holding each other now, a stark contrast to the fiery passion of moments ago. It feels just as intense, though, in a different way.

"Come to bed with me," she says, her voice filled with a gentle plea, and I nod, taking her hand in mine as I lead her towards the bedroom.

A wild night awaits us, a continuation of the fiery passion we've already ignited. I can see the anticipation in her eyes, a shared understanding that the night is far from over. The promise of more—of tangled sheets, heated skin, and breathless gasps—hangs in the air between us, and I know we're both eager to lose ourselves in each other all over again. The bed is our playground, and the night is ours to conquer—again and again.

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