Page 70 of Brazen King

“Mmm, Killian,” I groan, thighs trembling.

He releases me abruptly to stand between my legs. And as my ass finds the edge of the counter, I’m suddenly aligned with the waist of his low-slung joggers.

Killian shoves them down, allowing his cock to spring free.

And with one powerful thrust, he’s inside me.

I sob, pleasure pounding like hot lead through my veins.

“Tell me how much you want me,” he growls, arms hooked beneath my knees as he slides rhythmically in and out of me.

I’m so consumed by lusty need, I’ll confess to just about anything right now, so I plead for him to let me come as I admit just how desperately I want him. Rough fingers brush across my clit, stimulating me even as his swollen tip drives against my G-spot.

Gasping, I sit up, and planting one hand behind me, I wrap the other around the back of his neck to ride his adamant pace. Killian groans, his strong shoulders rippling with tension. He leans forward and captures my lips in a scintillating kiss—and doesn’t miss a beat.

Overwhelmed by how completely he fills me again and again, I pant against his lips.

“Come for me, love,” he growls.

And I do.

The euphoria rips through me like a tidal wave, sweeping away the infernal heat and replacing it with liquid relief. Trembling, I cling to him, riding the waves of ecstasy as my clit flutters against his fingers, my walls milking his rock-hard length.

Killian groans, the sound an agonized kind of pleasure.

And his thrusts slow so he can feel each throbbing aftershock of my orgasm.

“I love it when you come on my cock,” he rasps, his voice tight with the effort to hold back his own release.

I whimper, the strain in his tone releasing a fresh wave of excitement that prolongs my orgasm. He hisses, as if the unexpected vise grip around his hard length just might send him over the edge, and I ache to feel him come inside of me.

But Killian has an iron will and stamina for days.

Which means he won’t come inside of me until he’s good and ready.

And suddenly, I’m ravenous to drive him to that point.

As if hearing my train of thought, Killian scoops me up off the counter. His thick cock slides out of me as he wraps my legs around his waist once more, and he pulls his joggers back up over his hips. Then he carries me, without a scrap of clothing, through his house toward the stairs leading up to his room.

For the first time, I truly don’t care if someone sees me with him.

All I can think about is the searing desire his lips ignite in me and the anticipation of falling into bed with him for a very full night of mind-blowing sex.

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KILLIAN

Ican still smell sex in the air as I slowly rise from unconsciousness. And my lips curl into a self-satisfied smile. Because last night was one of the best nights of my life—despite my rather rocky and disturbing day of negotiations with Lucian Agosti beforehand.

But once I had Natasha in my arms—and my bed—it was like all my concerns melted away. It was just her and me. And an insane amount of chemistry that could very possibly set my house on fire one of these days.

Warm sunlight pours through the sliding glass door to my balcony, telling me it must be well past sunrise. And the observation sends a thrill through me. Because Natasha’s head is still resting heavily on my chest.

Her bare curves are silky beneath my palms.

Her perfectly modest breasts tucked against my side.

And as I dare to open my eyes, I’m almost stunned to find my Russian beauty sleeping soundly in my arms.

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