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“You just got back. You need sleep, you need to talk to Sloane, and you both look like you need about nine rounds of sex. Go. Ronan won’t attack us for a few days at least.”

He took the folder with him and left the room. Conor sighed, and leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair like he did when he was frustrated.

He wanted this over, just like I did, but I knew Lorcan was right. He was annoyingly always right, in one way or another.

“Go and wake her up,” Conor told me. “I bet she can’t wait to see you.”

“We don’t even know what’s happening. I swore I’d never pull her down into this cesspit.”

“How about you ask her what she wants for once?” Conor answered. “She may surprise you.”

He left me standing there, wondering just what the hell I was going to say to Sloane when I went back into that room and woke her up.

How did you say sorry you got caught up in this when you tried to get away from me?

SLOANE

I felt something on my arm, and my senses sparked to life as I gasped, trying to get away. Strong arms held onto me. My eyes finally adjusted to the dark and I saw those familiar eyes I had daydreamed about.

Instantly, I felt relief and I melted into his arms. He held me tight, as he gripped the sides of my face in his hands. Our lips met with ferocity, and I felt his warmth as he kissed me like he never wanted me to go. Feeling his tongue on mine, wrestling for dominance, had sparks shooting down my spine and directly to my pussy. I moaned into his mouth as he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, running my hands through his hair, and pulling. Killian growled as he moved his hands up and down my bare thighs, digging his fingers into my skin. His lips moved down my neck, as I began to writhe on top of his lap. His fingers dipped into the elastic of my underwear and he yanked. I could hear the ripping of the fine cotton as he freed my pussy from the material. His own pants were pushed down, our lips never parting during the act. He positioned me over his cock, and I slid down on it. I was wet already, simply from his kiss, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. It didn’t take much for me to get wet for him. His cock stretched me in the most exciting way ever as I started to move up and down on his cock. It wouldn’t take long until I tumbled over the edge. The events of the last couple of weeks had me on edge, but now, I knew I wanted Killian forever. I needed him, no matter how fucking dark he was, I needed him.

All of him.

His hands gripped my hips, digging his nails into my skin, eliciting a delicious pain up and down my sides. I slowed my bouncing so that I could grab one hand and place it over my neck.

He got the picture without further prodding and he squeezed my neck as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. My pussy was throbbing around his cock, as I struggled to breathe with his hand squeezing my throat.

I loved the danger of it.

I loved how he made me feel like I wouldn’t be able to breathe until I came over his cock. I lived for him, and him only.

My pussy exploded around his cock as I gripped his shoulders and dug my nails in. He didn’t stop clutching at my throat until my spasms had eased. When I collapsed against his shoulder, he removed his hand from my throat and he shoved me onto my back. With a quick movement, he pulled my legs apart, lifting one leg over his shoulder and shoving one thigh to the side of him, he pushed into me again, achingly slow.

“Fuck me,” I ground out with a tone I’d never heard from myself before. Killian wasted no time in doing just that. He slammed his cock into me, his balls slapping against me as he fucked his way to his own explosion.

He fucked me in a way that told me just how scared he had been, in a way that proved no man would ever meet up to his standard. I was ruined.

I was his.

Tears slid down my cheeks, and I was thankful in that moment for the dark room as I had Killian fuck me senseless, just like we both needed after such an ordeal.

He was my home.

My sanctuary.

I needn’t be scared of who he was, and I think I always knew that, it was pure fear that had led me to walk away from him.

Fear I somehow no longer had.

* * *

“We should probably have startedwith talking,” he said once our breathing began to go back to normal. I chuckled, and turned my head to look at him. I looked down at his naked body and it made me want to jump on top of him again and ride him until I collapsed. I never knew I needed him so much before.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked him.

“Tell me what happened to you.”

“I don’t want to tell you that, Killian,” I replied. “I want to forget it.”

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