Page 19 of Fire Touched

Once I’ve rinsed off, Killian sticks his head in the door. ‘Ready for that company yet?’ His tone is light, keeping things causal, easy between us.

I run my hands through my newly-washed hair. ‘Get in here.’

He steps fully into the bathroom—entirely naked—and grins wickedly.

‘Ah.’ I smile as he opens the shower door, steam gathering around his perfect body. For a moment, I simply watch. Steam licks up his calves, muscled and tanned. It snakes up his thighs, well-built and strong. Around his hips, up his torso. Over his shoulders, and down his arms, outstretched and waiting patiently for me.

My heart leaps in my chest when I see the warm embers in his eyes, burning for me. He doesn’t close the distance. He doesn’t gesture impatiently. He just waits. Waiting until I’m ready, a gentle smile on his face, love in his eyes.

And I know he’s telling me he’ll always respect me, my decisions. What I want, what I need.

After what feels like an eternity of staring at my mate, drinking him in, I take that final step, and his arms come around me automatically, holding me close to him. I press my cheek to his chest, his heart beating fast under his rib cage.

Now that I’m here, he’s kissing me. The top of my wet head, down my forehead, my temple, and he starts slow at first, then grows more impatient, his need for me almost frantic. My lips crash against his, and my arms wind up, into his hair, my fingers running up and down his back. He turns me so my back is pressed against the tile of the shower, water still beating down around us.

Killian’s hand finds my hip, gripping, pulling me close, the other brushes my cheek. ‘May I have you, Katherine?’

His words send me drowning, in bliss and happiness, so deep and so swiftly, I might have laughed with my final breath. ‘Always.’

Killian’s lips pull up in the sweetest smile I’ve seen grace his face in a long time. He presses his mouth to mine, but only for a few moments, before trailing down my neck, over my collarbone. His hands find my breasts, kneading and pinching.

Then he’s on his knees before me.

Gently, he pushes my legs apart, wet from the shower. Wetter, the higher his hands go. One circles around my waist to hold me up. The other slides over my entrance. This reminds me of a shower I once had, not too long ago, under a waterfall, thinking of him, just as wet.

‘This time, it will be my fingers,’ Killian growls, as though sensing my thoughts. He slides one into me as his tongue goes to work on my clit.

A soft moan escapes my lips.

He adds another finger, my pleasure rising quickly, his tongue firm on that sensitive spot. When he moves and sucks it into his mouth, a strangled scream spills from my lips, his fingers curling inside me as he sucks relentlessly.

Fire crackles over his skin, even as water rains down on us, filling the bathroom with loud hissing droplets of steam.

If it weren’t for Killian holding me up, I’d be a puddle on the floor as I come, hard, in a rush. I moan as he sucks harder for a few moments, drawing me out. As he rises, his cock is hard and throbbing. He presses his mouth to mine, sticky and sweet, and raises one of my legs to the perfect angle, and thrusts inside me.

I cry out against his shoulder, his length filling me to the brim, large and thicker at this angle than most. His arm still snaked around me, holding me up, Killian thrusts into me, ramming into my g-spot too many times to count.

His body is hot against mine, literal sparks dancing between us. His teeth graze over my bottom lip, nipping, over my jaw and down my neck. Inside me, he swells, and I know he’ll knot me. I hold onto his shoulders to brace myself.

Killian’s grip on me tightens and he slows. ‘Hold still,’ he says, full of care and caution, though the words come out a low growl. His cock swells, forming a knot, until I’m full to bursting. He’s hitting every nerve, every wall, every pressure point. I can hardly breathe I’m so full, my walls attempting to clench around him, desperate and yet unable to.

Killian kisses my mouth gently, breathing heavily. Like this, he cannot thrust, but he can still move. Inside me, he presses hard at my walls, and when his free hand comes down between my legs, I know I’ll be gone again in a moment.

His thumb and forefinger rub at my clit, then squeeze. His hand flies up, prepared, to muffle the cries that tear out of my mouth: pure, unbridled pleasure. My heart flips in my chest, my stomach crawling up my throat, but my pussy clenches hungrily around his knot as Killian comes, holding me still, his knot still formed.

His hand gently over my mouth, partially muffling me, he grins, sweat glistening on his forehead. ‘That’s my girl,’ he growls. I feel the rumble of his words through every inch of me.

Slowly, as his knot loosens, he carefully works his way out of me. My eyes slide closed, my body spent, and he holds me under the shower for a moment, cleaning me, then hauls me up against his chest. Next thing I know, I’m on the bed, neatly wrapped in three, big, fluffy towels, cuddled against his bare chest, a towel wrapped around his waist.

I close my eyes, floating.

Chapter Nine

Killian

The last thing I want to do is leave Katherine, but there are two things I must do. Begrudgingly, I climb off the bed, draping a blanket over her, and get dressed. I make sure to leave her with breakfast before doing the first thing on my list.

There must be some part of me who is a jerk, because it takes a concerted effort not to chicken out at least three times on my way to the infirmary. It’s only when Ella smiles up at me—not with surprise—that I manage to enter Carter’s room. I notice that Ella is wearing fresh clothes, and doesn’t look too exhausted. I’m glad she’s slept and changed.

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