Page 455 of Rage

“I want another one, baby. Give me one more.”

“Killian, Ican’t.” There’s no way I can come a third time, not so quickly.

“You can.” A third finger enters me, and I have to breathe against the ache. My body heats, hips following his fingers. He sucks on my clit, a beautiful mixture of pain and pleasure as my body withers.

Pleasure builds, tempered by the pain of exhaustion, of too much too soon. It rolls through me, hitting my core like a bullet, taking me under. Killian doesn’t stop, moving his mouth lower, tongue spearing into me.

Fuck, I’m going to comeagain.

“God, Maeve, you taste so damn good.” He sucks harder, pulling my throbbing clit between his teeth. My hips buck, and I whine, moans puffing from my lips. “That’s it, Princess. Just let go.”

His words, his encouragement, unlock something in me. Another hard orgasm rocks my center, wetness leaking from me as Killian laps it up. This one robs my breath, blackening my vision. My body shakes violently, Killian kissing my thighs as I come down.

He drops my legs, standing to his full height.

Fuck.If that’s what he meant by forgetting everything but his name, he wasn’t kidding. I can barely stand.

Crushing me against the wall, Killian’s lips descend on mine. I can taste my release,tobacco, and mint on his tongue. Unlike Michael, this is sweet, intoxicating.Him. Greedily, I dig my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. I need more—more of him, more of this feeling between us.

Because Killian isn’t my hero. He’s the villain who recognizes the villain in me. He’s my harbor, my place to rest my weary head, where I can drop my armor and bask in the dark.

He handed me the knife and stood back, letting me reap my own salvation.

No judgement. No conviction. Just understanding.

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, tugging sharply.

“You alright?” He’s panting, cock painfully hard against my lower belly.

My mouth waters thinking of him inside me, how thick he feels, hearing his moans as he comes inside me. I need him nakednow.

“More than alright.” I smile, watching as his dark eyes glimmer.

“Good.”

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he wrenches me closer, pulling off my skirt and undoing my corset while his mouth nips and licks my neck.

“Get on the floor, Maeve.”

I do as he commands, not waiting long before his powerful body covers mine.This.This is what I needed to banish the bad memories of this room.

Michael would abuse me in this room. The way Killian kisses me, worships my breasts, crushes my hips in his hands as if I’m something to treasure, is nothing like that. This is desire and lust wrapped up into the promise of safety. These are the memories I needed.

His soft lips trace the scars on my shoulders and on my lower stomach. Every past hurt, he erases with his mouth, as if he can take all those bad memories away.

He drags his shirt off, kicking off his pants and boots.

Black-blue ink catches my eye: intricate designs of a Grim Reaper over his left arm with his Scythe, on the other side abouquet of funerary flowers on a casket. Over his back are black wings of death, reaching up his neck and over his shoulder blades.

Pierced nipples glint in the roaring flame’s light, and I play with one as he lowers himself over me.

Once his cool skin meets my heated flesh, I hiss in relief.

A gold pendant catches my attention, swinging in my face as the fog of arousal thins.

“What’s that?” I lick my lips, holding it close.

A Dead Head Moth pendant glints in the fire light.

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