Page 24 of Killian
Ellie
“I think you should go now.”
Killian continued to stare at me, and the way he clenched his fists sent shivers coursing down my spine. “Who is Baker to you?”
I felt it prudent to answer the man. “He’s an ex who stops by when he’s in town once in a while.”
“That shit just ended.”
Ended? He was joking, right? The fear washed away, and anger took its place. Fuck him. He didn’t get to come in and change my life because he decided he was ready for me. I still didn’t even comprehend what the hell that meant.
“No! Killian, this is not how this shit works! It’ll end when I want it to.You”—I jabbed my index finger at him—“do not get to dictate my life.”
“Your tongue was down my throat. My hands on that sweet ass of yours. You’re mine, and not a man on this fuckin’ planet will stand in the way of that. So when I say that shit just ended, Ellie, that shit is dead.”
“You sound like some caveman! What the fuck is the matter with you!?!” My hands went to my hips in what I called bitch-stance mode. It was a sign the conversation was seriously deteriorating. My brother knew it well. This was the warning to stand down.
A millisecond later, he was in my space. “I’m a fuckin’ man. No man wants to see his woman being held or fuckin’ kissed by another man. That shit doesn’t happen.”
“I didn’t kiss him. He kissed me!” It was a sorry excuse, but it was all I had. Really, I may have kissed Baker back just a touch, but as soon as I realized it wasn’t Killian, I stopped. Not that I’d ever tell him that shit. Fuck that.
“I should turn you over my fuckin’ knee and spank that sweet as hell ass.”
My spine stiffened. “Don’t even think about it.” Retreat was the only way to go, and I stepped backward, but he didn’t let me get far. Maybe a bigger house would have been nice, except I lived where I lived. In that moment I had no escape.
“That bullshit got you punishment.”
“Fuck your punishment.”
Killian was on me, his hands in my hair, mouth on mine, and kissing me with all the power his body possessed. Baker was a fleeting memory. What we were talking about vanished. Everything in the world stopped, and all I could feel was Killian and his lips.
Lost in sensation.
Lost in lust.
Lost in passion.
I got lost in him, and my mind went blank.
My fingers sifted through the back of his hair. It was so damn soft and long enough to get a good grip on it. My body hummed, feeling his hard length between us, and my core began to throb. His hands came to my ass. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to the bedroom.
My eyes were closed, and I was consumed by his mouth. My back hit the bed, and his weight fell on top of me. In a flash, my shorts and panties were gone. The air didn’t even hit my pussy before his fingers were plunging in my wet depths as his mouth hit my lips, and I felt his tongue tickle my clit.
My vision blurred. My body hummed. I was burning with a need I had never experienced in my entire life.
“Fuck!” I cried out as my orgasm continued to build.
The heights he was taking me to made me dizzy. Every single inch of my body was tingling as he grazed my sensitive sex with his teeth before sucking hard, stretching me and adding a second finger. My walls clamped down on his digits as I began to tense and shake. The climax came over me as I arched up and grabbed his head, holding it to me as my body released.
I fell back on the bed, limp, as he tenderly and slowly worked my body through the aftershocks. He removed his fingers from me and lifted his head.
Those sapphire eyes of his seemed to twinkle as he lifted his fingers and sucked each one in his mouth as if it was the best meal he had tasted in his life. I felt myself dampen in new desire simply from the passion radiating off of him. I didn’t think I could take anything else when his palm cupped my pussy, and he began to rock against me without letting his fingers enter me again. Every part of me began to reawaken as his other hand slid up my shirt and tweaked my pert nipple.
“Killian, please,” I begged as he continued this delicate torture.
“No,” he muttered, never taking his eyes from mine.
What the hell was he doing to me?
