Page 142 of Iris
When they touch the ground, he walks around me. Coming to rest in front of me, he takes my chin in his hand.
That connection flares bright in me. “I should feed you my cock. Make you suck me down, gag, worship me. I should make you fuck your face on me. After all, you’re mine. I claimed you.”
The words stroke over my clit and make my insides clench.
Desire. Pure and undiluted flows through my veins.
“I’m yours and Xavier’s.” The whisper is full of yearning and made of truth. In that moment and maybe forever, I am.
I wait, breath caught tight in my throat, for his answer.
“A given, and no one gave you permission to speak.” He draws the shape of my mouth with his fingertips, dipping into my mouth to wet them, and the cool air makes the trail of wet feel alive.
“Crawl to the seat, brat, far side.”
Humiliation burns, and I say, “No.”
“Do it.”
His words stroke over my skin like a touch. It’s not at full force, just a taste, and the command prickles in the back of my mind. My body wants to obey. Submit.
But I fight it.
We stare at each other, and an erotic note sings louder in the air.
This is humiliating, compelling, hot, all at the same time. I’m his, but he’s making sure the control is still mine.
Killian keeps looking at me. Even in the darkness, it burns into me, holds me there.
“Well?”
Lust crackles down my spine, and suddenly, I’m crawling to the spot across the gazebo, where I wait, knees hurting on the wood, the darkness almost complete. The moonlight doesn’t touch this corner of the gazebo.
It’s an oasis I’m in, alone and surrounded.
And then he touches me.
My world starts to come together.
I can’t really see him, just feel. Smell him.
He smells insanely good. The night berries, their secret subtle spice and dark secrets, curl through me, and I try to breathe him in so deep he’s buried in my sense memory.
His leg brushes me as he sits. He’s a living statue rising up, made of desire and need and sex.
“Crawl up, brat, spread over my lap, face down, ass up. Dress up.”
Fingers shaking, I crawl up on his lap and lay over him, the heat of his body. The hard muscles of his thighs burn into me.
I flip up the dress, and Killian runs his hot palm over the pretty panties I’m wearing. Then he yanks them down and touches my bare ass.
He moves in circles over my delicate flesh, and my pussy aches, its emptiness almost too much to bear.
I thought heat was insane, but this…this is in a world of its own, because every part of me feels like it’s buzzing with electricity and?—
“Ow.”
He hits me. Then bends close as he smooths over the sting. His lips brush my ear. “Be quiet.”
