Page 67 of Killian

My breaths are coming faster now, my hand trembling as I bite my lip to control myself from going too fast.

“Untie the dress.” Killian’s voice is hoarse as he takes another sip of his whiskey.

I trail my hand across my stomach to the tie at the back of my waist. I pull the fabric loose, gasping as the straps fall forward, leaving me bare.

Killian’s jaw clenches as he takes in my bare breasts. They pebble under his scrutiny, begging for him to touch them, lick them, suck them. Anything.

“Come here,” he finally demands.

I don’t hesitate, rushing over to him, ready to throw myself in his lap. He doesn’t allow me to, though. He grabs my hips, holding me steady in front of him.

“Keep your hands to yourself. Stand here and do not move. Do you understand me?” He looks up at me.

My breath catches. The sight of him at my stomach level, looking up at me with heat flaring in his eyes. He said I was a wet dream, but he is every woman’s dirtiest fantasy.

“I need words,a ghrá,”he teases.

“Yes,” I breathe out on a whisper.

He knocks back the rest of his whiskey, setting the glass on the table next to him. Then he smiles at me, holding a piece of ice in his mouth. Leaning forward, he trails the edge of the ice along my left nipple. I arch forward, attempting to get close.

He pulls back, shaking his head.

“It’s a physical response. I couldn’t help it.” I attempt to defend myself.

“Try harder,” he says around the ice before moving back in.

This time, I resist the urge to arch toward him as he trails the ice across my right nipple. Then he nips at me. I gasp, looking down at him. He smiles, a small bulge in his cheek where the ice must be. The sensation of his warm breath warring with the cool sensation of ice is driving me up a wall. If I wasn’t so scared he would stop, I would be all over him, begging him to get inside of me quickly.

As if sensing my thoughts, he pulls the bottom of my dress down, using the ice to follow the fabric across my stomach. Once over my hips, the material falls easily to the floor, leaving me in only a pair of panties and my heels.

I gasp when I feel the cool sensation over my panties right where I need him. The heat of my core clenches, begging for something to fill it. Pleading for the pleasure that it knows will come.

Pulling my panties aside, he pushes the ice between my lips, right against my clit. I moan out in pleasure, my hips jerking. My knees shake so badly, I’m barely able to stand.

He pulls me back toward him, his firm grip around my upper thighs holding me steady as he alternates using the ice against my clit before switching to his cool tongue. The steady pressure builds, but stops when he abruptly stands, shoving his tongue and what is left of the ice in my mouth.

The taste of myself against the whiskey is almost too much, causing my body to fall forward against his. He catches me easily, turning to lay me on the bed, never breaking the kiss. His tongue explores my mouth as his hands rove my body, feathering up and down my sides, thumbs occasionally brushing my nipples to cause a shockwave in my body.

I’m panting by the time he pulls away, kissing his way down my neck and chest. He gives each breast a kiss before moving lower, stopping when he is between my legs. He smirks at me, my only sign of what was to come, but no warning would have been enough for the way he attacks my pussy. Within seconds, he has me on the edge, his tongue licking from bottom to top before pressing hard on my clit. His fingers playing with my entrance, teasing it as if they are going to make the plunge but never actually doing so. I try to grind against him, but his other hand holds me in place, not allowing me an inch.

“Please, Kill. I need this. I need you,” I beg.

With my admission, he thrusts two fingers deep inside me, nipping my clit at the same time, causing me to moan out in pleasure. I can feel my body building up to my orgasm, feeling like a tight string being pulled taut with each stroke of his tongue and thrust of his fingers.

I’m right on the edge, my body shaking with intensity when he stops. My entire body is tense, clenching on air as I chase the high I was so close to having.

I glance down and see Killian’s wicked smile between my legs.

“What the fuck, Killian?” I hiss.

He chuckles. “I told you not to lie.”

He reaches over, grabbing my hand to pull me up. I push against him, falling back on the bed, moving my hand to my center.

“Fine. I’ll finish myself.”

He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head.

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