Page 24 of Killian's Vengeance

Once I was done, I laid back, unsure of what to expect from someone as domineering and kinky as him.

Again, my expression must have broadcasted my thoughts, because his lips hovered over my mouth as if he was going to kiss me, before detouring to my ear. After giving me a soft bite on my earlobe, he whispered, “Normally, I restrain my partners. It turns me on to have complete control over them. However, considering our history, I’m not going to do that.” He paused. “This time.”

Instead, he took my wrists in one big palm and pinned them over my head, effectively shackling them with his own hand. As he stared into my eyes, his green eyes blazing with heat and power, his other hand drifted between my legs and lined the head of his cock up with the soft, wet opening of my body.

He rubbed the head of his cock around my opening, then gave a few shallow thrusts inside. When he got the large crown inside, he moved to hold my wrists in each of his hands, holding himself over my body like a push up, just the head of his cock in my body.

Catching my eyes once again, he watched me carefully, as his hips moved in a smooth slide, using only the head of his cock to fuck me. I started to squirm, my hands moving restlessly in his tight grip, wanting to rip them free, grab him and force him inside of me.

His muscles tensed and his hips moved in a powerful, forward jerk, slamming his entire length inside of me. I was instantly shot to the edge of orgasm.

“Oh my god,” I groaned and pulled his mouth toward me, needing to feel his lips.

Instead of giving in to my urging, he ducked his head into my throat and gave me another pounding thrust. I was so close; my eyes were watered, and my nails were embedded in the flesh of his back.

Instead of giving me the penetration I needed, he went back to the shallow thrusting. My fingers moved from his back to his hips, trying to get him deeper. He reached down and wrapped his hands around my wrists pinning them to the mattress. “You don’t run this, baby. I do. You just take it.”

I groaned, but I wasn’t certain if it was in arousal or dismay. I leaned my head up, attempting to connect my lips with his, but he pulled back once again.

What the hell? I frowned up at him, but just as I was about to ask him about the kissing, his hips started a hammering rhythm that had all coherent thought leave my mind, leaving me twisting helplessly beneath him as he slammed into me over and over, once again bringing me to the edge of orgasm.

Then he slowed down. Again.

“Noooo,” I screamed. “Stop slowing down,” I pleaded.

He smiled down at me, clearly reveling in my loss of control and his dominant mastery. Instead of speeding up, he pulled his dick out of me completely, causing me to reflexively wrap my legs around his waist. “What are you doing?”

His mouth landed on my neck, giving me a long, sucking kiss that had my hips surging upward. His touch made me deeply aware of the feverish emptiness inside of me. “Showing you who’s boss,” he whispered in my ear.

I turned my head and found his lips achingly close. Unable to resist, I landed my mouth on his, my tongue surging into his mouth, seeking his heat, seeking greater connection.

He froze momentarily, but electric bolts of victory and power surged through me as he slid his hand in my hair and devoured my mouth. His other hand moved to reposition himself inside me and soon he was coupling his ravenous kisses with the slapping pump of his hips, the bed rattling with force of his pounding thrusts. Far too soon, he ripped his mouth away again and buried it in my neck.

I wanted to complain but I was too busy screaming, every muscle in my body tensing as I was catapulted into the most intense pleasure of my life. My brain blacked out as I slowly swam in the buzzing euphoria pulsing through my system. He gave three more powerful thrusts, before slamming inside me so deep I felt a twinge deep inside.

“Jesus Christ, Willa, fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder.

We were both panting heavily, and our skin felt glued together, his heavy weight pressing down on me. I should be bothered by it, but I wasn’t. I loved the feel of him on top of me, surrounding me. He landed one more kiss on my neck and slowly slid out of me. I winced as the soreness started to set in.

“You okay?” He must have caught my fleeting expression. It warmed me that he was so attuned to my well-being.

“Yeah, just a little sore. You’re kind of huge.”

He shot me a cocky grin and got up to rid himself of the condom.

“That wasn’t meant as a compliment,” I said tartly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, sliding back into bed and pulling me against him.

I poked him. “Guys can be too big, you know?”

“You seemed to handle it just fine.” He followed his statement with a sharp pinch to my bottom.

I flushed and grinned up at him. “Just fine” was about the biggest understatement of the century. My body still hummed with lingering waves of pleasure.

He grinned back down at me. “That’s what I thought.”

I stared at his mouth and was brought back to a thought I’d had during sex.

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