Page 67 of Captivating

“Taking me like such a good girl, Lilah,” he murmurs against my lips.

His praise is like a gentle, loving stroke against my oversensitive skin. And when he finally begins to move, I’m already so close.

His strokes are slow and lazy, like we have all the time in the world.

And then it dawns on me.

We finally do.

“Hey, Lilah...” He licks into my mouth and thrusts deep inside me. “Welcome home.” He groans as his hips pick up speed. Grinding into me. Holding my hips against his. Creating the most delicious friction against my clit as his cock swells inside me.

Home . . .

I whimper as his words sink in, unable to form a coherent thought.

Lost somewhere between lust and love.

Chasing my orgasm.

Knowing he’ll be here to catch me when I fall.

Killian sucks my neck while he fucks me furiously. He slides a hand between us, and the pads of his fingers play with my clit until I’m one giant nerve, exposed and at his mercy.

His other hand holds me so closely, carrying all my weight. In complete control, and for once in my life, I give over willingly.

It’s overwhelming. Too much. Not enough.

It’s everything.

“Don’t stop,” I beg and throw my head back.

“Fucking never, Lilah.” He fucks me harder. Faster. Slamming up into me over and over and over again. So good that when my orgasm finally tears through me, thousands of stars splinter and shatter behind my eyes, and I come with his name on my lips, his love seared on my soul.

“So fucking pretty, princess,” he rumbles in my ear, then holds my face, demanding my mouth. “And all fucking mine.” His hips snap up, and I cry out, and any threads of the past I was clinging to pull and fray. “Tell me your mine, Lilah. Tell me your pussy...” The first thread snaps. “Your body...” Snap. “And your fucking soul belong to me, Lilah. You belong to me, and I belong to you. Only you. Fuck, princess... My whole life, it’s been you.”

And without thought or choice, every last thread snaps, and any tether to the past is gone. It’s just him and me and right now.

I cry out as a second orgasm threatens to drown me and press my lips to his. “My whole life, I’ve been yours. In this life. In every lifetime. I’ll only ever be yours.”

Killian comes with a roar.

My name falling like a sacred benediction from his lips and reverence in his eyes.

Hours later, I lie in bed, my fingers tracing circles over Killian’s chest, unable to close my eyes for fear that when I wake, it will all have been a dream.

“You were right, you know,” I whisper into the night, feeling both strangely brave and yet completely vulnerable at the moment.

Killian buries his face in my hair and pulls me in closer. “You’re going to have to be more specific. I’m right an awful lot.”

I laugh quietly and keep tracing. “If you had kissed me that night at Crucible, I wouldn’t have wanted to leave for my first tour. You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted more than music.”

He rolls me over and looks down at me, love shining in his big green eyes. “We had things we both needed to prove to ourselves. You were already my world, Lilah. If we had taken things further, I don’t know whether I’d ever have had the determination to do what I’ve done. I would have been fat, dumb, and happily lost in you for the rest of my life. At least when I do that, I’ll be able to tell our kids I was a champion once.”

“Our kids?” I squeak and trail my fingers over the strong angles of his face. “You think about our kids?”

He doesn’t skip a beat. “Sure. I always thought they’d look like you, but now that I know from experience what dogs men are, I’m kinda hoping they’re ugly. I don’t know if I can take having daughters who look like you. Not unless we have sons first.”

As if there were ever any doubt how long I’ve loved him, that one sentence just did me in in so many ways. “First, can we just ignore that you have experience being a dog with anyone but me, please? Because the thought of that makes me kind of stabby.”

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