Page 49 of Falling for a Killer

We were doing so well. I’m feeling way more than I ever thought I would, but it’s because there was no pressure. No expectations. I was just allowed to feel, to act, to touch, to be touched.

But there are always strings.

Dropping my gaze to his lips to avoid his eyes, I curl my fingers against the back of his neck. “If I let you off the hook that easy, you won’t have a reason to chase me anymore.”

The relief I feel when he chuckles has me melting into his chest as he takes the lead in our dance. “Too soon then, huh? Alright, bet. I’ll keep this energy until you believe it, Roo. As long as we can keep doing this in the meantime I won’t rush us.”

I’m letting Ryan win. I can feel it. This man in front of me is fighting for his life trying to respect me and love me and all I’m doing is letting that dickhead hold me back. I can admit that, even if it’s just to myself. But being self-aware doesn’t always mean I’m capable of changing. Burying my face in his neck, I whisper, “I’m falling for you, Killian. I am. I just... need to do it on my terms.”

His grip tightens around me. “Take all the time you need, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

Literally and figuratively, it seems... but I’ll take it. He’s not pushing, not upset. It’s strange being near a man who doesn’t get angry with me for having feelings he doesn’t agree with.

God, it turns me on.

Kissing his neck, I bite his skin gently and then a little harder. I don’t want to wait anymore.

His body responds to me immediately, fingers curling into my skin as he bares his neck for more with a groan. “Keep doing that and I’m going to have to tie you up again, woman.”

“Oh, no,” I whisper sarcastically. “What a terrible thing that would be.”

Humming, he lifts me up by my thighs, navigating his way up the stairs to a room I didn’t know he stepped foot in. “Good thing I thought ahead.”

When he lays me down on the bed, I see more candles spread about the room and restraints already tied to each corner of the bed frame.

Denying him clearly hasn’t slowed him down.

With my bottom lip between my teeth, I spread my legs and reach down to rub my pussy over my clothes. “How long have you been planning this, Killer?”

Those blue eyes lock on my hand a second longer before they flick up to meet mine. “Remember when we went on that walk and I picked you a flower?”

“I do. It’s currently drying in the cellar.”

“Well, I’ve been planning this date since then.”

Killian climbs on the bed between my legs and leans down to kiss me, sending fire through my core and wetness between my thighs. This man is sinful, and he’s all mine.

Slowly, he lifts both of my hands above my head and slots our fingers, his tongue swiping against mine with a low moan. “You asked me if I’d ever get sick of this.” His lips trail down my neck to my collarbone, sliding my shirt off in the process. “The answer is not a fucking chance.”

I feel it, I do. The truth in those words, the truth in my heart. This isn’t something you get sick of. So as he undresses me completely and binds my hands to the headboard, I let him. I choose to trust him, to give myself over to him, the captor who stole my heart.

He leaves my legs free to bend to his will, settling himself down there fully clothed like he plans to be there for a while. “Smell so good, Roo. Now it’s time for my dessert.”

That first swipe of his tongue makes me whimper, but it’s clear that he’s going to tease the shit out of me. This is just as much for him as it is for me, and something about that makes it hotter. So many men see women’s pleasure as a chore, something they’re obligated to do, not something to be savored. But Killian... Killian’s different.

“How could I ever tire of my favorite scent?” He licks again, even slower this time. “My favorite taste?”

Fuck. Shivering, I scoot lower to get closer to him. “You can’t blame a girl for worrying, you know. It’s rude.”

“I won’t. Tell me all your worries so I can ease your stress. It’s my job, baby. I’ll carry that weight.”

Both hands slide under to grip my ass as he dives in again, and suddenly, I can’t remember a single thing I’ve ever been worried about. This time, he isn’t teasing. He drags an orgasm out of me and leaves me shaking.

“So responsive.” He places a kiss directly on my center. “Give me more.”

When his fingers join in, he pulls two more from me that have me screaming his name and my eyes watering, then gently kisses his way back up my body.

Gripping the ropes binding me, I lift up just enough to watch him. “You’re still clothed. Why are you still wearing clothes?”

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