Page 147 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
The longer he stays like this, unmoving, with me dangling over the precipice with only his hold keeping me from slipping over, the more time it gives me to collect myself, to bring myself back from the brink of orgasm, to get that control so that I can wait for him.
I take a long, deep breath and release it, tamping down that frantic need just enough to grasp the first threads of my release and keep them at bay.
He lifts his head, grinning at me. “Good girl. Now answer me.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Thank fuck, Honeybee, because I need your sweet cunt clenching around me when I finally unload into you.”
Another wave of need washes over me with his words, rippling through me the same way the water does over the boulders in the river.
Wild.
Completely untamed desire.
The kind I only feel with him.
He pulls his hips back and drives into me again, rocking me against the tree. “Fuuuuck…”
I dig my nails into the back of his head, and he groans, the rumble of his chest pressed to mine a reminder of how close he is to the edge himself.
At least I won’t have to wait long, not with the way he’s vibrating.
Hard muscles ripple under my hands.
He rolls his hips and grinds against mine with each plunge, rubbing my clit and giving me the friction I need as he tightens his hand around my throat.
Not enough to restrict my breathing, just enough to remind me that he could, that he’s in control, and I let him take it because he’s so much better at directing me to what’s important than I’ve been at recognizing it myself.
I let him give me intense pleasure.
I let him own me because I know I own him, too.
His whole heart.
He’s proven that to me since I’ve been back.
That he’s exactly the man I always knew he was.
That he’s mine.
Finally, his thrusts become erratic, frantic, more animal than human. My head spins. My body tenses. We both know what’s coming, and he lifts his head and takes my mouth as he brushes his thumb across my pulse point and squeezes.
I erupt at the same time he does.
He catches my scream, and I do his groan as he pumps into me, emptying himself into my core, driving himself into the deepest part of me that only he could ever reach.
Bright lights flash against my closed lids.
The world melts away.
Heat flares out through my limbs, a blast of sheer bliss that steals my breath.
And Killian is right there.
Giving it to me.
His mouth molded to mine.
