Page 61 of Brazen King

Magnetic—as constant and powerful as the Earth’s poles.

And regardless of whether I allow this to become something more, I can’t deny that fact any longer.

“God, you feel so good, love,” Killian groans, his rolling thrusts sending me to the brink of oblivion.

His rasping voice, hoarse with the pleasure he’s taking as passionately as he’s doling it out, is what sends me over the edge. I cry out, my head falling back as I arch into the orgasm that rips through me. And my walls clamp down around his cock.

I throb with the intense release, my pulse hammering in my ears, a rushing euphoria sweeping through my veins.

Killian growls, the sound low and deadly in my ear, and his thrusts intensify. It feels as though he knows exactly what I need. The crushing force of his powerful body drives against each of my insanely sensitive spots until my first sweeping orgasm is building into a second before the aftershocks have even subsided.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg, clinging to him like my life depends on it.

Our bodies feel like one, so deeply connected I can’t tell where I end and he begins. And it’s chasing away all the turmoil that’s plagued me to the point of exhaustion. All I can think about right now is how good it feels to be in his arms. To have him take control. To let him please me.

“I couldn’t stop if I tried,” he groans, his cock stiffening further as he slides in and out of my wet channel. “Come for me, Natasha. Be a good girl and come all over my cock again,” he urges.

And even though my clit is still twitching from my first release, a blast of ecstasy gushes through me, stealing my breath away.

Killian groans, his body tensing as he feels my next orgasm hit. And with one powerful thrust, he finds his own release.

Pouring cum inside me, he throbs in rhythm with my own pulsing relief. Hot breaths rush past my ear, raising goosebumps along my neck. And I breathe heavily as I hold on tight. I’m trembling with the intensity of my second orgasm.

And the deep sense of satisfaction that settles in place of my overwhelming desire nearly sweeps me away to the land of dreams before he’s even slid out of me.

With a breathy huff of relief, Killian rolls off of me, collapsing onto the mattress. And though I would love nothing more than to soak up this feeling and let my eyes sink closed, I need to take advantage of the moment. Dropping one arm languidly over my head, I subtly reposition my knife, loosening it in its sheath and making it more accessible.

Then, as my gut twists guiltily, I shift to face Killian so he won’t get suspicious about what I’m doing.

“You know, I kind of like that you’ve stopped jumping up to leave as soon as we finish,” he says, a smile tugging at his lips as he meets my eyes in the dim moonlit night.

My stomach wrenches tighter, my momentary reprieve from the conflict gone the second our passionate entanglement is finished. But I force my lips into what I hope can pass as a cheeky grin. “Well, as you so nobly pointed out before, our deal stipulated that you have me until sunrise,” I remind him.

He chuckles, the low, throaty sound making my tummy flutter. One muscular arm snakes around my waist, pulling me close, and I let Killian move me.

Warmth pools in my belly when his lips find mine in the dark, and he gives me a surprisingly tender kiss. Then, with my body tucked snugly against his side, he hums contentedly and lets his eyes drift closed.

My heart skips a beat at the open vulnerability.

He isn’t resting after an arduous night of sex. Instead, he seems to enjoy not just having sex with me but the intimacy of snuggling after. And that more than anything leaves me feeling like we might have just made love for the first time.

The possibility terrifies me, and I pray that he can’t feel the sudden jump in my heart rate.

To mask my emotion, I settle in, resting my ear against his pecs, my leg over his leg. The warmth radiating from his body lulls me into a sleepy trance. But I can’t let myself drift off completely. No matter how relaxing it feels to be wrapped in his strong arms.

I focus on the rhythm of his heartbeat, the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and I wait for when I’m sure he’s asleep. That helps me stay conscious even though every fiber of my being wants to simply sink into oblivion and forget about my responsibilities—why I’m really here tonight.

Because, as much as I thought about sleeping with Killian on my way over, I didn’t just stop by of my own volition. I’m here to put an end to the mockery he’s making of my family.

And my best chance of doing that is to wait until he’s unconscious.

Finally, his vitals slow into the steady pace of a man asleep.

And now that I’m sure he’s vulnerable—and he won’t catch me halfway across the room, digging for my knife again—I slowly extract myself from his strong arm.

Carefully, I ease the knife out from under my pillow.

And gripping it firmly by the hilt, I position it against his throat.

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