Page 49 of King of Depravity

She wraps her arms around me, threading her fingers into my hair.

The kiss isn’t fast, but it’s deep. Her legs wrap around mine, our bodies moving together as I kiss her over and over, tasting her.

My hands are sliding up and down her sides, moving under her ass to give her cheeks a squeeze before skimming down her thighs.

In every way I can, I’m drinking in as much of her in as possible, wanting toknowher. I finally leave her mouth but it’s only to kiss my way over the skin of her jaw and neck, noting every freckle, every mole.

I kiss each one before I move down her chest, stopping to lick her nipples until they pucker into stiff peaks. I want to make my girl feel good.

And somehow, miraculously over the last few days, she has become mine. I can’t quite believe it, but she’s given me things that she’s given no other man.

And I’m giving her something I’ve never given another woman…my heart. I’m falling in love.

I stop to nuzzle her belly button, drawing another giggle from her, even as I hold her hips in my hands. “I’m going to know every inch of you before I’m done.”

I feel her stiffen at my words and I lift up to see her grimace. “How long do you think that will take?”

My brow scrunches. “Until I know every inch of you?”

“Until we’re done?” she whispers back. And then she starts to try to wiggle out from under me.

I hold her hips, keeping her in place as my eyes narrow. “You’re staying here until the Russians are no longer a threat. We’ve already agreed.”

She nods, relaxing a bit. “Right. Yeah. That makes sense.”

I can feel what’s been lost between us. Is she feeling the connection too? Did it bother her that I mentioned the end?

I can see that. But how I’m feeling about her doesn’t really change the fact that I’m not a happily-ever-after kind of guy.

I could end up in prison tomorrow. Or dead.

But I know something has shifted, because while I’ve never really cared about my life, it bothers me to think of her being alone. That no one would care for her.

Fuck.

I lean to nuzzle her belly button again, but her body is still stiff under my touch, not relaxed and pliant like it was before. I kiss along her belly to the seam where her torso joins her leg. “I’ll tell you what. Once I’ve learned every inch of you, we can renegotiate…”

“Sure.”

“You’re going to be sick of me by then, but if you’re not?—”

Her head snaps up then. “Sick of you? It’s more like, you’ll be done with me.”

Right. Abandonment issues. “No woman has ever made me feel more seen and accepted than you, Chloe. Do you know how powerful that is for me?”

She partially sits up but it isn’t to leave. This time, she’s tugging at my arms, inviting me up her body.

When our mouths crash together again, there is an urgency that wasn’t there before. Her legs lock around my waist as she pulls my hips closer.

“Luv,” I murmur against her lips. “It’s too soon after last night. You’re body needs?—”

“I need you, Killian,” her green eyes lock with mine, shining in the morning sun. “Please.”

This “please” holds enough desperation that I know I can’t deny her.

I manage to unlock her legs long enough to get her underwear off and then I’m ripping my own down my thighs, settling my hips between her open ones. Cradling her body against mine, I slowly sink inside her.

She’s still tight, but I can feel the difference today, her flesh more easily yielding to mine. And when I’m all the way inside her, I hear her gasp and feel the shiver of pleasure that moves down her body. “Oh…wow…” she rasps in my ear. “That is…”

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