Page 57 of King of Depravity

I reach for a glass, turning on the faucet. I know he’s got some fancy water dispenser on the door that filters and aerates the water, but I just use the tap, filling the glass and then take a big drink. “Why are you in the hall?”

“I don’t like leaving you alone.”

Is he serious? “I’m in your house. What’s going to happen?”

I see his mouth twitch and I know there is a whole bunch he’s not telling me. I take another drink and then start for my room again. Killian is one step behind me.

Finally, I stop, and he nearly runs into me. “What are you doing?”

He runs a hand down my spine. “I miss touching you.”

“You promised,” I answer, twisting my neck to look over my shoulder and glare at him.

“That’s right, I said I wouldn’t touch you if you didn’t want me to, and I won’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about it.”

“What do you want, Killian?” I’m half annoyed, half curious. It makes me feel better that he’s repeated his promise.

“I want,” he starts and then wraps an arm around me, whispering in my ear. “I want to suck on your clit.”

Of all the things I expected him to say, that was not one of them. My whole body responds, my nipples peaking, the sensitive bud of nerves between my legs aching. “I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I whisper, but I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice.

He presses his chest to my back, his cock settling against my ass. He wraps a hand around my front, his palm splaying out on my belly as he pulls me closer. “You don’t have to give me anything back. Just let me touch you.”

“Killian.” My voice nearly breaks. “We’re moving so fast. I need…” Time. Space.

“An orgasm to help you think clearly?”

I can’t help it. I laugh. That’s when his fingers slide down my belly. I’m wearing a short nightgown and he easily slips under the hem, the pad of his middle finger sliding over my panties.

My head falls back, my body arching into his touch. “How badly did you hurt Preston?”

I feel the tension that draws him taut. “I want to be clear. I’d hurt anyone…anyone who tries to hurt you.”

“Oh.” He presses the pad of his middle finger right on my clit. I didn’t get any of the information I’d hoped about Preston, but his words go a long way in soothing some of my worries. “Which bed?”

He growls out his satisfaction even as he wraps his other arm around me, lifting me off my feet.

He carries me into his bedroom and lays me on the bed, still on my belly, my legs hanging over the side. I look back at him, just as he tugs my underwear off my body and then spreads my legs open, crouching down on the side of the bed.

Just as he promised, he locks his lips over my clit and sucks, causing a scream of pleasure to rip form my lips.

I immediately clutch the bedding, my body going rigid. “Killian,” I cry out. He’s relentless, sucking and licking until I’m so close to falling over the edge, I’m begging him not to stop. That’s when he eases back on his heels, long enough to ask, “Can I cum on you after?”

“You can cum in me,” I cry, knowing that what I actually crave most is a connection to him. It’s so crazy, but even though I’m mad at him, I want his comfort.

He shucks down his pants, kicking them off before he lines himself up and starts sliding inside me.

From behind, he hits even deeper, fills me even fuller and the small of my back arches, lifting my ass in the air to take even more of him in. He wraps his hands around my waist so that he’s pulling me into his thrusts, filling me so full I’m gasping for air in the best way.

“You take me so good,” he grunts, his voice rough and gravelly. And then he bends over my back, kissing my neck. “I could be your soldier, Chloe. Don’t you know that?”

I do know. One of his hands slides under me, his middle finger pressing to my clit. My insides start to quake as the orgasm builds inside. “I think I might love you, Killian.”

The words are out before I can take them back. He only picks up the pace, pushing inside me so deep that my eyes roll back in my head as I explode in an orgasm, my screams of pleasure echoing through the room.

He cums a moment later, roaring with his finish before he collapses on my back. We lay there for a minute, just panting into the silence. His weight is a comfort, his heartbeat, as it slows, a comfort.

I half fall asleep under him, tired and ready to curl into his arms.

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