“Yes?” I responded, ever so innocently.
“Don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what?”
He scowled. “I need you.”
“Then, take me.”
Killian lurched forward and I barely even got a chance to squeak before his arm curled around me and he tugged me into his body. My fingers splayed over his bare chest and a laugh bubbled from my throat. “So impatient.”
“Brat,” he rasped under his breath. “I told you this once, and I’ll tell you again – I know how to tame a brat, Princess.”
“Maybe tomorrow. You promised me that I’m getting deliciously fucked tonight.”
“Tonight, I need my cock inside you. Right fucking now. Need to feel your snug pussy squeezing–”
I let out a choked sound and he chuckled, his hot breath tickling the side of my face. “You’re flushed and shaking.”
“Less words, more action,” I whispered.
He turned me around, so my back was against his chest. My veil and tiara came off first. Then, his hand went to my side and he slowly unzipped my dress. “As you wish, wife.”
Killian’s lips grazed my bare shoulders in a soft kiss. He touched me so tenderly, it made my heart ache. I missed this.
His touch.
His kisses.
He wasn’t the cruel man I married anymore, but he was the Killian I fell in love with.
His lips moved south, kissing a careful path down my shoulder blades. My dress was backless, so he had all the access to my bare skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Princess,” my husband rasped, his voice hard and gravelly.
I wished I believed his words. My face itched, the skin feeling like it had been stretched tight over my bones. “My scars–”
“You’re beautiful even with your scars,” Killian interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. As if he could read my mind. As if he knew about all my insecurities without me even having to say them out loud. “You’re goddamn breathtaking because of your scars.”
“Killian,” I breathed.
I let my hands fall to my sides, where I was holding my dress to my breasts. The ivory wedding gown pooled at my feet, leaving me almost fully naked.
“Julianna,” Killian groaned against my flushed skin. “I’m so fucking in love with you that I fear it’s dangerously close to obsession.”
“The feeling is mutual, husband.”
“Good.” His fingers slid over my bare skin, up my hips and then my arms. I shivered at his featherlight touch.
He was teasing me and so, I begged. “Touch me.”
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
Was he serious right now? “Wherever you want,” I practically pleaded.
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for, Julianna. Where do you want me to touch you? Tell me.”
My body was so hot and aching and my core pulsated between my legs, so needy for him. I couldn’t think straight. “I – my lips. Kiss me.”
“Gladly,” he said, his voice gritty with lust.
And then he was sweeping me off my feet and into his arms. I let out a squeal when he dropped me on the bed. He knelt by the bed and tugged on my legs, drawing me closer to the edge. His fingers curled around my panties and his lips twitched, before he ripped them off.
My gasp was quickly replaced by a shaky moan when Killian wedged his wide shoulders between my thighs.
Our eyes met as he slowly lowered his head to my sex, where I was dripping and pulsing with need.
My heart thudded so hard I thought it’d spill out of my chest. His fingers brushed over wet folds, before spreading me open. I quivered in response. He was meticulously slow, almost like he was teasing me into feeling him.
When his thumb finally grazed my clit, I whimpered. I was so hypersensitive and his calloused touch was driving me utterly crazy. Desire pooled in the pit of my stomach, hot and needy – as my arousal leaked out of me, coating my inner thighs and the bedsheets.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly. “I asked you to kiss… my lips.”
“I am,” he simply said before lowering his mouth over my sex. The moment his lips were on my flesh, my back bowed off the bed and a moan spilled from my throat.
“Holy shit!”
His chest rumbled with a low growl and I felt that against my pussy. Killian had gone down on me, way too many times for me count – and I was speechless every time. I didn’t know what I liked the most. His mouth or his cock.
Right now, it was his mouth.
Maybe later, I’d be begging for his–
My stomach tightened when his tongue circled around my clit and the teeth grazed that tiny bundle of nerves.
My mind went blank as Killian took his sweet time, lapping at my sex leisurely. His tongue probed my entrance but he didn’t push inside. Instead, he licked and sucked. Not leaving any part of me untouched.
“Killian,” I choked. My fingers gripped his hair, in frantic need. Fire licked through my veins and I was hanging dangerously close over the edge of the cliff, dangling at the precipice of orgasm.
He worked my hardened nub between his lips, and then his teeth – tormenting me until it got painful and I was strung tight, my muscles tightening with the various sensations running through my body.
He sucked my clit between his lips, soothing the ache that his teeth left and I almost sobbed in response. “Killian, please.”
My eyes fluttered close.
My husband was killing me.
And maybe it’d be a sweet, sweet death.
But God, I needed…
I needed more.
My back arched off the bed when he shoved a finger inside me. My core pulsed and I clenched around him, instinctively. My thighs tightened around his head when he pushed a second thick digit inside me. I clamped around his fingers, desperate to keep him where he was. Desperate for him to move. For him to grant me release.
“Killian. Killian!”
My whimpers rang like desperate pleas as his tongue and fingers worked together, in simultaneously agreement at tormenting me.
I throbbed.
It hurt. It was a good hurt though.
I bit back on my lips as I grew closer to my release, feeling it in the way my body quivered. There was a sharp sting on my clit; my eyes snapped open and my lips parted with a silent scream.
I bucked against his mouth and fingers, my orgasm washing over me like a hurricane.
His tongue ravaged me, lapping at my wetness.
He groaned in response.
Killian worshipped me on his knees and I was utterly spent.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
He lifted his head from between my thighs and our eyes met – his dark and hungry. “There’s nothing holy about this, Princess.”
“I – you,” I cleared my throat and swallowed down my whimper. “I said lips. To kiss my lips.”
His lips, wet and glistening from my release, twitched. “You didn’t specify.”