Page 93 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“Say it. Out loud.”

“You’re clear,” I submit.

Grinning darkly, he flips us over in one deft move. My back meets his mattress, and Killian hangs over me instead. I gasp as his lips secure to my neck, sucking my skin deep into his mouth before releasing.

I can feel the blood rushing to the site of his love bite, searing with a delicious brand of agony. It isn’t pain in the sense I’m used to. This hurting is welcome and oh-so hot.

“Mine,” he growls out. “You understand?”

“I understand.”

Dragging his hot, expert tongue between my breasts, he kisses the slope of my belly until my entire body is trembling with need. My legs part without complaint and he ducks down, taking a sniff of my soaking wet panties.

I feel myself flush with embarrassment. I’m not sure if it’s normal to be so wet. Zach marvelled in it too. After enduring so much brutalisation, I think my body is making up for lost time and overcompensating.

“I can smell how wet you are. Is that all for me?”

“Yes,” I admit in a breathy whisper.

His beard scratches the over-sensitised skin of my slick inner thighs. Sliding his finger beneath the elastic, he teasingly drags the panties to one side, exposing my pussy to him.

I fight to keep still as his thumb rubs over my over-sensitised clit, sending even more heat flooding deep into my core. My legs almost close around his head before he pins them back open.

“Let’s get these panties out of the way.”

The sound of ripping fabric fills the bedroom. I gape as Killian tosses my ruined panties over his shoulder. There’s mischief burning in his eyes, giving me a shock. Perhaps Zach is rubbing off on him after all this time.

Killian secures his mouth to my cunt, skipping past all formalities. I clamp a hand over my mouth with my hand as his tongue parts my folds. It feels like he’s trying to consume every part of me, demanding all that I have to give.

Holding my moan back is impossible when his finger circles my tight entrance, spreading the moisture before slowly pushing inside me. It’s uncomfortable at first and I tense up, threatened by a pit of sinister memories.

He pauses to look up at me. “Just me, Willow. You good?”

I nod back, not trusting myself to speak.

“No one else. Keep those eyes on me.”

Clamping down on the flow of memories, I make myself focus only on him. His touch. His tongue. His breath. Killian works his finger in and out of me a few times and each stroke has me begging for more.

It feels incredible, being touched when I actually want it. I had no idea it could feel so good. All the humiliation and self-hatred I’m used to drowning in is refused entry into my mind. Killian leaves room for none of it.

When his tongue returns to my pussy, working in perfect timing with his finger, the heat in my core begins to build. Killian pushes a second finger inside of me, his teeth grazing against my clit at the perfect time.

I moan again, unable to stop the tsunami that drowns me in too many sensations to count. This release hits me all at once, even stronger than the orgasm that Zach teased from me with his tongue.

“Come, Willow,” he orders.

Quickening his thrusting fingers, Killian works me into a gasping puddle of need. My vision darkens as the approaching wave of pleasure steals all rational thought straight out of my head.

I can’t run. Can’t hide. Can’t stop this fearless warrior from pushing me over the edge. And I don’t want to. He’s making me whole again, one piece at a time. All that exists is his touch, his murmured words, the ghost of his warm breath between my thighs.

Crying out his name, my orgasm hits, sweeping all of my inhibitions out to shore. Killian’s mouth refuses to lift from my heat, his fingers curled deep inside of me. He’s savouring every second of sweet torture.

When I manage to peel my eyes open, he’s sat up between my legs, his hand cupping the hardness of his erection through his boxers. Still, he seems reluctant to go further.

“You aren’t ready,” he answers my unspoken question.

“I think I am.”

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