Page 75 of Savage Cravings
It was a slippery slope to fall on. Did I really want to see a man like Killian lose control?
He didn’t do anything for three long seconds, and for a moment, I thought he might push me away. If he did, I wouldn’t know what to do next. Perhaps then he would let me go.
He didn’t push me away, though.
He reacted instead.
His hand moved away from the wall and wrapped around my waist, hauling me close to his body until we were pressed so close to each other, I could feel every crevice, every ridge, every line on his hard, muscular body.
Hell, was it a requirement for the brothers to be ripped?
I didn’t know, and moments later, I didn’t care. Killian was nipping at my bottom lip, trying to get me to open for him.
His other hand was still wrapped around my neck, playing with the strength of his grip and reminding me he was still very much a dangerous man—and, at this moment, a danger to me.
He pulled away, and I opened my eyes to look at him. The time between us seemed to have passed in an eternity, and I didn’t know what he was thinking while I gazed into those dark brown eyes of his. Didn’t know what he was searching for in myface to make him stare down at me so intently. Whatever it was, he must have found it, or not cared that he didn’t, because he quickly closed the gap between us, taking my lips with his once more.
Hell.
My hands that were on his chest earlier, trying to push him away, were now gripping the front of his shirt, ensuring he couldn’t go anywhere.
I didn’t think there was ever a time I wanted to crawl into someone else’s body so desperately, but I wanted it with him.
I wanted to be close to Killian, and closer still.
He nipped sharply at my top lip once more, and I gasped softly at the stinging pain.
He wasted no time, plunging his tongue inside and playing with me. I felt the touch all the way down to my clit and I pushed myself against him.
His grip around my neck tightened, cutting off my air supply for one long second before he let me go and pulled his lips away from me briefly. I gasped for breath.
He smiled against my lips before he went back to kissing me, his lips molding over mine in a way that felt like he was trying to own me.
I felt owned.
Kissing Silas had been passionate. The chemistry that sparked with every touch had felt like a lifeline I wanted to hold on to. Kissing Killian felt dangerous. Like that lifeline was quickly being pulled away from me and I was left flailing… drowning.
Silas kissed me like I had the ability to bring him back to life. Killian kissed me like he hated me—like he wanted to take my life.
I didn’t know which kiss I enjoyed more.
I gripped him harder, trying to keep myself afloat.
He kissed me harder.
His tongue slid against mine, playing with me, teasing me.
I whimpered when he bit my bottom lip once more.
“Killian,” I moaned.
He slowed his movement. He was pulling back, and this kiss would end soon. I didn’t want it to end. Not yet. I gripped him harder.
He pulled his tongue back, and it was just the simple press of his lips against mine and holding.
We were both breathing hard against each other, and I didn’t know what to do.
When he drew back completely, I kept my eyes closed. Slowly, he stopped touching my waist and my neck, leaving me feeling cold and empty. I shivered.
