Page 25 of Killian's Vengeance

“Were you avoiding kissing me during sex?” I blurted out.

His eyebrows jumped, but the lips that had just been grinning, flattened into a grimace and his brow tightened. He had been avoiding it.

“Why?”

He sighed and stared up at the ceiling, discomfort rolling off him in waves. “Kissing is…”

“Lovely? Pleasurable?” I paused. “Intimate? Too intimate?”

“Something like that,” he muttered.

I sat up and stared down at him. “You think putting your tongue inside me is more intimate than putting your penis inside me?” I asked incredulously.

He shot me a look, a half grin playing on his mouth. “My penis?” I was happy to see him grinning again. It did magical things to his features, making him look less severe, less angry.

I slapped him on the shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

His smile fell off again. “Yes. Let’s just say I think it’s unnecessary for sex.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, obviously never having had this conversation before. At least, not with a sex partner. “You don’t need to kiss to have sex. My dick is a more mandatory participant.”

I stared at him in astonishment. As I thought about what he was saying, I realized he broke his rules for me. Multiple times. What did that mean? Impulsively, I swung my leg over his hip, straddling him. He stared up at me, surprise and heat leaping into those green eyes. I felt his dick start to harden between my legs, but I didn’t do this to have sex.

Before he could resist, I slammed my mouth down on his, thrusting my tongue inside to sweep to every corner of his mouth, using my teeth to lightly bite his lower lip before sliding back inside. Instead of pushing me away, as I feared, his hands grabbed my ass in his strong grip, grinding me down on his now fully erect cock, his mouth as engaged as mine.

Power and euphoria blasted through me at his enthusiastic response. However, all too soon, he was pushing me back, holding me away from him.

I moved to kiss him again, but his arms stiffened, holding me in place. I felt a little knife pierce my heart as he continued to resist. Was I like all the rest? Was I going to end up just another woman he’d anonymously fucked?

I frowned and opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, “Killian—” I started, but his hand moved over my mouth.

“Shh. No more words, Willa,” he said as he rolled me on my back and sank between my legs. He lavished kisses everywhere but the place I wanted them most. My thoughts were momentarily suspended as I gave in to the powerful, pleasure-giving delight of his tongue. Soon, I was once again mindless and on the edge of orgasm.

“You want to come, Willa?” he whispered from between my legs. I looked down at him and found his eyes practically glowing, giving him a demonic look.

“Yes,” I rasped, still anger and confusion still rioting just under the lust and desperation.

He grabbed my hips and rapidly flipped me over, bringing me to my knees. His hands still worked between my thighs, keeping me on edge.

He hastily donned a condom, positioned himself behind me, and punched forward. His hand anchored itself in my hair, holding me still for his pumping hips, as his other hand rubbed over the welt on my ass. There was something in that possessive gesture that calmed me, though I still craved his mouth.

The question was why?

Chapter 12

Killian

Istared down at Willa’s head as she curled against me, unable to believe what had happened last night. I knew I was going to have sex with her, or I’d hoped, so the fact that we did wasn’t the problem. It was how I’d had sex with her that was the problem.

I’d kissed her. More than once. Sure, I stopped it the last time and made sure it didn’t happen again, but it had happened. Flashing back to last night, I was disturbed to realize how much I’d enjoyed tasting her soft lips, hearing her groans in my mouth, feeling her slippery little tongue.

I hadn’t kissed someone in years. I barely spoke to the women I had sex with, let alone kissed them. It was one of the many reasons Cara’s jealousy had been so confusing.

I knew randomly kissing her that first time was going to start a shit storm, and I was right.

I also couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a woman spend the night in my bed. Sleepovers caused confusion, which caused drama, so I typically avoided them at all costs. It was why I often had sex at the club with its clear boundaries and well-lit exit signs.

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