Page 35 of Killian

The way he moved me so I sat on his face, his head buried under my skirt and he ate me out. Then how after he gave me my first orgasm, he laid me down gently and made love to me. He touched me like I was the only woman he wanted. The only one he saw. He moved slowly and took his time, drawing the anticipation out in a way only he could.

“What are you thinking about?”

His voice startles me, making me jump as I come out of the memory. Looking over my shoulder, I see him leaning against the doorframe.

I raise my hand to my chest, trying to catch my breath.

“When did you get this?” I ask, avoiding his question.

Killian steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, resting his chin on my head. “It just came. I had it done right after I saw you last.”

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

“It is. That place holds wonderful memories,” he murmurs.

“What made you put it in here?”

“I wanted to stare at the last place I saw you before I close my eyes each night if I couldn’t have you next to me.”

“Kill,” I sigh.

“I love you even though you drive me fucking crazy. Constantly playing these games.”

“I’m not playing games. But right back at you,” I mumble, feeling his arms tighten around me as he chuckles.

“If you’re not playing games, does that mean you concede? You agree to be mine and only mine?” he asks as he lays kisses on my neck.

Tilting my head to the side, I can’t help but push my ass back into him, making him growl.

“Tell me,a ghrá, while looking at the cliffs, did you think of how I took you? How I played your body out in the open for the world to see?” His raspy voice causes me to gasp.

“How about you feel for yourself?” I tease, widening my stance.

Killian grabs me by the waist, picking me up, and carries me to the bed. He tosses me onto it, making me laugh. Killian looks down at me with a small smile.

“What are you staring at?” I quip.

“My woman.” He smirks, crawling on top of me.

I arch my back as his hands slowly push the sweatshirt up, making my eyes flutter shut. Killian’s groan has me opening them once again.

“See something you like?” I tease.

“Were you going to come out like this?” he asks, trailing a finger over the lace above my pubic bone.

“Yes,” I say softly, raising my hips, wanting him to stop teasing me.

“I love the way lace looks on you, but there’s just something about the way the green looks on you,” he says reverently.

“Kill,” I beg.

“I’ll buy more in this color,” he says more to himself than me.

Next thing I know, the lace is tearing, making me gasp.

“Did you just...” I sputter out before he shoves the torn panties into my mouth, making me narrow my eyes.

“Shh, less talking, more moaning.” He winks as he fits himself between my legs, biting the inside of my thigh, making me gasp. “Good girl,” he praises.

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