“I’m not here to tempt fate, Julianna,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Neither am I!”
“The risk of you injuring yourself–”
“So what? Am I going to spend the rest of life confined–”
“Hey, is everything okay?” Gabriel interrupted, slowly walking back into the stables. His gaze flickered between Killian and I. “Is there a problem?”
Killian tensed. “I’m speaking to my wife,” he practically snarled at his friend.
“It’s fine,” I said, giving Gabriel a practiced smile. “We’re just talking.”
“Right. Um, okay.” He backtracked quickly.
Once he disappeared from our view, I rounded on Killian. “I know you’re worried but you need to calm down for a second.”
He took a staggering breath. His eyes were still dark and furious but I could see the moment he started to calm down. The corded muscles in his neck unclenched and his jaw was not longer tight.
I moved forward, pressing my body against his. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just missed taking Ragna on a run.”
He swallowed hard before his arms curled around me. Protectively. Finally. “I didn’t like how close he was to you,” he rasped.
“Killian,” I started, fighting back a smile. “Are you jealous?”
He scowled. “I’m not jealous.” His voice dropped to a low growl. “You’re mine and I’m territorial. Big difference, Princess.”
It was basically the same thing but I wasn’t going to argue with him now.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, shaking his head. “I saw you up on Ragna and my heart fucking stopped, Julianna. I forgot how to breathe. A hundred different scenarios of you being hurt played in my head.”
I pressed my face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Thud. Thud. Thud. “You’re right. I should be careful and I was. Ragna is safe and I wasn’t alone. Don’t be mad, please.”
His arms tightened around me. “I’m not mad.”
“You are.”
“I am,” he finally responded.
I stroke his chest. “How can I pacify you?”
Killian’s finger dug in to my hips. “You don’t want me to answer that.”
My eyes flickered up to his face, taking in his harsh and raw gaze. Hungry and possessive. “Tell me,” I breathed.
His hips bucked against mine, in a silent answer. “Here? Now?”
“Here,” he rasped. “Now.”
When I didn’t refuse, he walked me back to the stack of hay. Killian unbuckled his pants and my throat went dry as I stumbled back and planted my ass on the hay. I stared up at my husband’s brutally handsome and my sex clenched.
He wrapped his hand around his semi-erected cock and jerked it. His eyes darkened when I licked my lips, suddenly craving the taste of him.
Keeping our gazes locked together, I slowly got on my knees in front of him. I was now eye-level to his groin. A better position for what I had in mind. I knew Gabriel was somewhere close and he could probably hear us and I bet that was he reason Killian wanted to fuck me – here and now.
“What are you doing, Princess?”
Holding his throbbing member in my palm, I gave him a tentative squeeze. “Making it up to you, for going against what you told me when all you wanted was to protect me.”
I watched as his length thicken and felt it pulse. While making sure he was looking at me, in my eyes, I slowly descended downward on his dick. He watched me as I took him into my mouth and licked up and down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Julianna.”
I hummed in response, before closing my lips around him, sucking. My cheeks hollowed and his hips bucked upward, forcing him deeper into my mouth. I felt him at the back of my throat, hitting the spot that almost made me gag.
His groans and the naughty sounds of me sucking him could be heard around the stables but that didn’t stop me. “Goddamn it. Your fucking mouth – oh shit.”
My head bobbed up and down, before I pulled him from my wet mouth. My tongue then licked the head of his shaft. I circled the little slit dripping with his seed with the tip of my tongue. I tasted him, his manly and bit of salty essence of him. I teased him, like he’d do to me. Slowly licking and tracing the veins along his length. Feeling each pulse before slowly slipping him back into my wet mouth.
I noticed the muscles of his thighs tightening as each thrust of his hips grew jerky. His heavy panting filled my ears. He was close...so freaking close.
I doubled my effort, wanting to drive him crazily over the edge. Killian fisted my hair, pulling me hard down his cock, deeper...harder... forcing my throat to swallow him.
Without warning, he pulled out of my mouth and grasped me by the arms. I squealed as he pushed me back into the stay of hay and flipped me onto my stomach. “Hands and knees,” he ordered in a thick and barely constrained voice.
My heart thudded in my chest as I quickly got on my hands and knees. Killian crowded into my back, pressing his body against mine. He flipped my yellow dress over my hips and I felt the cold breeze on my bare skin. He pushed my panties to the side and I was already so wet for him; dripping and aching.
“This is going to be fast and hard, Princess.”
It sounded like a threat and that was the only warning I got before he shoved inside me. I gasped at the hard invasion and then whimpered as I clenched around him.
He pulled out half-way through before sinking into me again. “Julianna,” Killian grunted. “You feel so goddamn good.”
This was just a quick rut in the stables. A rough fucking to get the anger out of his system. It was downright filthy. This was carnage. Desperate and passionate.
Killian pumped into me, wedging his cock deep inside with each brutal thrust. My walls clamped around his shaft every time he pulled out and I cried out every time he pounded back in. My fingers curled around the hay and I bit on my lips until I tasted blood.
“Don’t ever scare me like that,” he growled. Thrust.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Thrust. “You’re mine.”
A needy sound left my throat. “Yours.”
My breasts felt heavy and swollen. My nipples ached. My sex throbbed.
It felt so good. It hurt so good. And I. Needed. To. Come.
His fingers brushed against my folds as if he knew what I was thinking, what I needed. He flicked my clit and my body tightened.
Killian found his release in a powerful rush and then my orgasm hit me so hard, my eyes rolled back into my head.
I collapsed onto the straw and Killian settled on top of me a second as he caught his breath, before he pulled out of my tight sheath and rolled over. I felt a warm gush between my thighs, his seed spilling out of me.
“I made you dirty,” Killian rasped in a low voice.
His fingers brushed against the inside of my thigh, before pushing his cum back into me. My sex was so hypersensitive and my sore muscles clamped down at the intrusion.