I laugh, then moan as he stretches me with a second finger. “My virtue has been gone for years. It could have been yours, but you missed out on that, champ.”
He yanks his fingers free from my body, and I cry out from the loss before he brings them to my mouth and traces my lips. “Open.”
Holy. Shit.
I do as I’m told, and Killian presses his finger against my tongue.
Ohh . . . That’s hot.
“No talk of the past tonight, or everything stops.” He pulls his fingers away and drops to his knees with a devilish grin.
The devil you know.
And wow, this devil is more intoxicating than any cocktail I’ve ever had.
No man should look that good staring up at you.
Like a fucking Greek god. The god of sex.
“Nod if you agree, Lilah.”
His hands slide my dress up around my waist, then grip the thin nude strings of my thong resting on my hips. “Nod, Lilah.”
I slam my head back against the wall, needing the support. Afraid I’m about to crash. This is such an epically bad idea, but I don’t care. Hate him or not, it was always supposed to be this... us. Damn it. I’m strung so tight, if he breathes on me the right way, I might just come.
The need in his eyes.
The strength in the way he’s holding his body back... waiting for my okay.
My permission. Damn him.
I nod, and Killian rips my panties in half.
Jesus Christ.Literally snaps the strings from my body.
He lifts one leg over his shoulder in a beautifully smooth move, and I force the idea of him doing this with another womanout of my head. I dig my hands into his hair as he drags his nose up my leg.
“Such a pretty pussy, princess. Now open those eyes and lock ’em on me. I want you to watch what I’m going to do to you.”
Of course he’s good at dirty talk.
Two big, wet fingers spread me, and this man drags his flattened tongue up the length of my pussy and sucks my clit. Then he drags his teeth over it and bites.Bites. Bursts of light flash behind my eyes, and my body convulses as I come violently, without any control.
That’s it.
That’s all it takes for my world to stop spinning and tilt off its axis.
Killian licks and sucks me through one orgasm, then adds one finger, then another until I’m screaming as another orgasm rips through me and my knees give out.
“Knew you’d be pretty when you come, princess.” He stands, lifting me in his arms, then takes my mouth with his in the hottest kiss of my life. Of. My. Life.
Tasting myself on his lips, I want to drop to my knees and return the favor, but Killian has other plans as he carries me up my winding staircase, like you’d carry a bride across a threshold.
“In case you ever wondered what I picture when I’m jerking off, know it’s that,” he growls against my lips. “I’ve pictured you so many times with my cock in my hand. Me fucking you. The way your tits would bounce. You on your knees with your ass in the air.” He sucks my tongue, and I feel the tingle down to my toes. “The taste of you on my tongue. So pretty, princess.”
“I—” I start to answer, but he cuts me off.
“No, you don’t.”