Page 116 of Wicked Rockstar

He slid his hand around the side of my neck to keep me still. “If we do this, there’s no going back. You’re mine.”

A whimper escaped my mouth. “Why is it so fucking hot when you do that?”

He grinned, but even through his confidence a flash of vulnerability shone in his eyes.

“You know me better than anyone, Tink, even after all this time,” Killian murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “How could Inotfall in love with you?”

He admitted he loved me but we hadn’t made a commitment to each other and I needed him to know it went both ways. “I have always loved you too, Killian. That love is changing now into something deeper and I’m here for all of it. And if I’m yours, you’re mine.”

“My fierce little fairy,” he mumbled against my lips as he placed kiss after kiss at the corners of my mouth, on my cheeks, the tip of my nose. “That’s a given. I’ve always been yours.”

Instead of thinking of all the days we had missed being together, my mind zeroed in on how his hands skimmed my curves, how he groaned with longing as he laid me down in the middle of the bed, and how slick I was with desire for him.

His hands began to explore, his touch going from gentle to rough and demanding. My nipples pulled taut beneath his gaze. “I don’t know if I can be gentle our first time, Tris.”

I brushed my fingers over his cheek, loving how abrasive his scruff was on my tender skin. “Then don’t be.” The tension between us had been building since the start. With one intense, dark look from him, I was ready for anything.

And if his slow-moving hand didn’t hurry up and move to where my body was literally crying for his touchnow, I was going to scream.

I must have made some kind of noise, prompting his hooded eyes to rake over me. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. Now. I need you to touch me and fill me with all of you. Make me yours.”

He traced the iridescent lines of the stretch marks across my stomach, gliding down over my plain cotton underwear. I didn’t even have a second to wish I’d worn something sexier. His love, desire, and possessiveness was in every touch, every look, every word he spoke.

I was on sensory overload as my brain tried to process all the tiny ways he showed how much he wanted me.

My hips thrusted upwards, seeking his firm touch to ease the ache building between my legs. I moaned as he teased me a few seconds more before changing the trajectory of his movements.

This man knew he was teasing me and didn’t feel bad about it at all.

As he kissed along my collarbone, his lips lingered on the small scar from my childhood accident—the one he’d been there for, holding my hand through every stitch. I’d had to fight to get him to allow me back up into the fort the three of us had built. He’d been so afraid I’d get hurt again.

Our eyes locked again, and my heart skipped a beat before it kicked into hyperspeed, syncing perfectly with his.

It was as if our bodies had always known that we were two halves of the same whole.

His hand slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, and I gasped at the scorching heat of his touch against my sensitive skin. “Killian,” I breathed, arching into his hand.

Fina-fucking-lly.

I’d been waiting for this, craving him to touch me there again since last night.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “Of touching you, tasting you, making you mine in every way.”

I reached up to pull him down for a kiss, pouring all my newly realized love and long-standing affection into it. “I’m yours.” I whispered against his lips. “I think I always have been, even when I was too blind to see it.”

A deep guttural growl emerged from the back of his throat, a claiming sound that sent a shiver through me straight to my pulsing clit. I needed the weight of his body on top of mine. Now.

I tugged at his arms, silently begging him to change position. He winked at me as he undid my bra, tossing it to the floor, then slipped my underwear down over my hips and legs, before throwing it over his shoulder.

He drew his lips across my ankle, slowly teasing me by dragging heavy kisses up my leg. Mini-fireworks exploded inside me. But it wasn’t nearly enough, or where I wanted him. Impatient, I reached down and circled my clit, needing relief.

Without breaking stride, he held my wrists together on my stomach. “Mine,” he growled possessively. “No touching. Don’t move them.” He let my hands go and I did as I was told.

My core hummed in approval when he finally slid his tongue along my slit, gliding over my folds, giving me slow delicious licks that made me shudder.

“Oh, God.”

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