Page 51 of Savage Reign

I couldn’t answer him. Not with his finger playing with my nipple, the movement getting rougher and rougher with each second, and not with his other hand wrapped around his shaft as he gave himself a few hard strokes that nearly had me coming undone. Fuck.

I gasped when he tapped the tip of his head against my opening, my back arching as I felt my core beating in tandem with my heart.

“Killian,” I mumbled.

He shot me a knowing look, bringing the head down to my entrance. He pushed in about an inch, stretching me.

I scratched down his forearm from the sensation, my hips gyrating, trying to get him to push inside me further. He resisted, pulling back out of me and dipping back inside me slightly once again.

He did that three more times, driving me crazy.

“Fuck, Killian.”

He plucked at my nipple, then moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment. Wetness gushed out of me, making the skin on my inner thigh slick.

“Say it, baby. I want you to tell me—begme to fuck you.”

I glared up at him. He pushed a little further inside me, making me lose my thought.

Hell.

“Words, baby. I need the words.”

I bit my lip, debating. His eyes held a note of a challenge, as if daring me to back out.

“Killian. Pleasefuckingfuck me.”

“Fuck, baby. How pretty you beg,” he quipped, but he finally,finallydrove inside me all the way with a forceful momentum that shook the entire table beneath me.

I let out a small cry, both from pleasure and pain, and Killian fucked me.

And fucked me harder.

And fucked me rougher.

Hell.

I threw my head back and let out a coarse sound, my entire body vibrating with every thrust he pushed in against me as his hands moved down to my hips and gripped me possessively.

All the while, he never relented.

He continued to fuck me as if his entire being depended on it. As if it were my soul he was after, and he wanted nothing more than todrownin me. The feeling left me flailing, and I clung harder to him, my hands wrapped around his arms as if he could save me.

I didn’t fucking know what to do with my legs. Wrap them around him and hold him closer to me? Or keep them spread and falling from the table?

I bent my knees when the position started to ache, and he brought his hand down and flicked painfully at my clit, causing me to yelp.

“Hold still,” he gritted out, pushing inside of me in one brutal thrust.

“My—My legs…”

He grabbed my knees with both hands and bent them back until they nearly touched my front. “Keep this position. You move, and I’ll punish you.”

Fuck.

I tried to hold the position, replacing his hands with my own and hooking them around the back of my knees as his hand moved up, pulling on my hair.

Something shiny caught my attention, and I looked down at the gold anklet I was wearing that I hadn’t been wearing the night before when I went to sleep. My eyes moved to Killian, his gaze holding a sort of challenge in it, as if daring me to reject it.

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