Page 55 of The Final Contract
“Hold the doorframe,” he orders, his voice rough.
My hands fly up, clutching the wood above me as he buries his face between my thighs, sucking me like he’s starving. The pressure is unbearable, exquisite—his tongue piercing dragging relentless patterns until I’m sobbing out his name.
“Say my name,” he rasps, teeth scraping me. “Say the name of the man you really wanted tonight.”
“Killian!”
He groans against me, tightening his grip, forcing me to ride his face as he devours me. My body bows, trembling, pleasure tearing me apart as my scream echoes through the apartment.
Only when I’m trembling, sobbing through another orgasm does he lower me carefully. My legs hook back around his waist on instinct, clinging to him.
His strength is terrifying. Intoxicating.
My body is wrecked, limp in his hold, but my eyes are locked on him—on his mouth, on the line of my release glistening down his chin and throat.
I lift a hand, cup his face, and lean in. My tongue drags up his jaw, lapping at the salty-slick line of cum he coaxed from me. His breath rumbles low, rough, as I chase the trail higher, licking him clean.
Before I can stop myself, I press my mouth to his, tongue plunging deep. The taste of me is everywhere, flooding between us, dizzying.
His growl vibrates against my lips as he kicks the bedroom door open, never breaking the kiss. The frame shudders from the impact, then the door slams shut behind us, the sound echoing like a gunshot.
He tears his mouth from mine just long enough to rasp, “You think you’ve come enough tonight?” His smirk is wicked, hungry. “I’m just fuckin’ getting started.”
Killian sets me on the edge of his bed, his massive frame dropping to his knees in front of me. In a single motion, he rips his shirt over his head—muscles flexing, skin glistening. His belt hits the floor, followed by the heavy clatter of his knife.
Then he reaches for me.
My heels slide off one by one under his rough hands, and before I can catch my breath he’s spreading my thighs wide, dragging me open.
“Feet on my shoulders,” he orders.
I obey, trembling, heels digging into the hard muscle.
“Now watch.”
His head dips, mouth sealing over me, tongue plunging deep while his piercing scrapes across my clit. I grip his hair, knuckles white, forcing myself to keep my eyes open like he commanded. His gaze flashes up through thick lashes, locking with mine even as his mouth devours me.
“Killian—fuck?—”
He slides two fingers inside me—thick and ruthless—thrusting hard while he sucks on my clit. The wet sounds echo in the room—obscene, delicious. I hear them as clearly as I feel them—his hand pounding into me while his mouth wrecks me.
Pleasure tears through me, raw and brutal. I come hard, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as I drip down his fingers. He doesn’t stop until I’m gasping, undone, trembling against the sheets.
When he finally pulls back, his lips glisten with me, his chin wet, his fingers still pumping slow inside my pussy. “You taste better than sin,” he growls, dragging his thumb over my swollen clit one last time.
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. The only thought left in me is that I want him inside me—now.
But first… “I want a taste.”
I push up, licking my lips, grinning wickedly. “Stand up,” I murmur.
His brows lift, but he obeys. He rises, towering over me, and unzips.
My breath catches.
His cock is long. Thick. Hard veins running down the shaft, the gleam of a piercing through the crown. I wrap my hand around him, stroking slow, savoring the heavy weight. Then I lean forward, licking a long strip up his length before sucking the head into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts, head falling back.
