Page 101 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
And I know he will.
I trust him implicitly because, despite what he said to me, I know he didn’t mean it, that my flight from the mountain was temporary, that I was always coming back to him, no matter what.
He finally reaches the apex of my thighs and nudges them wider, brushing his thumb lightly over my slick core. I groan and fist my hands in his hair as he slowly lowers his head and buries his face between my legs.
Fuck.
My back arches as his tongue glides over me with intense focus and determination.
Heat curls low in my belly and spreads to every limb, every nerve ending, as he explores me as if he’s never been there before, as if he needs to relearn what to do and how I like it.
Like he could ever fail at this.
Killian always had a brutal mouth, as brutal as the hands he uses, both to cut down trees and to carve such beautiful creatures from them. He brings pleasure and delicious pain. Torture and release. He’s a man of juxtapositions. The way he lives his life, the type of person he is, and how he is with me in bed.
All of it mind-bending.
But somehow it’s all Killian.
And as he thrusts his tongue into me, all the air is sucked from my lungs.
He sets a slow, languid rhythm, licking and sucking and nipping but never giving me exactly what I want.
“Killian, please.”
He always loved to hear me beg.
Loved to have me like this, writhing and desperate underneath him.
Sometimes he would make me wait until I thought I might actually die from the need. But not tonight. His mouth settles over my clit—finally—and I release a massive sigh of relief before his tongue flicks over it, sending sharp bolts of electricity shooting through me.
His hands slide up my thigh, and he easily slips two fingers into me, spreading me wide and filling me.
“Oh, God.”
I clench around them as he curls them up and starts to drag them down in a come-hither motion that has me arching into him over and over again as his tongue slowly decimates me.
Killian may have seen himself as the villain in this story, but at his heart, he’s still my hero. Giving me exactly what I need. Rescuing me from whatever chases me in the night. Slaying my demons. Giving me home.
He’ll always keep me safe, like this, as long as we’re together.
As long as we don’t let anything come between us again.
He sucks my clit between his teeth and grazes them slowly across it, and that low heat blasts into an erupting volcano, my orgasm swirling and cresting, making me writhe on the bed beneath him as his strong body pins me down.
All my injuries are forgotten on the waves of pleasure I ride out as he continues to thrust his fingers and work his tongue and lips over me.
His groan of approval fills my ears, mixing with the rushing sound of my world melting away, carrying along with it every concern I had.
At least for now.
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KILLIAN
Willow twitches under me, her body sagging deep into the mattress as I swallow the last of her release, savoring the taste, relishing getting to experience it with this woman again.
I wasn’t lying.
