Page 47 of Pretty Threats

“Get your bra off. You’re gonna be naked for this, and you’re gonna stay that way until I give you permission to put on clothes again.”

With raised brows, I unhook my bra and slide it off, my heart squeezing a bit harder as I do. I should resist, but I can’t.

The look in his eyes is pure need, the kind I’ve felt late at night in my bed as I’ve thought about how much I missed his strong fingers between my pussy lips. There’s never been anyone I want as much as Killian. And the intensity that terrifies me by day is the same intensity that’s making my pussy burn as hot as a July day right now.

Killian grabs a condom from a drawer in the bedside table. I push up onto my elbows, so I can watch him put it on.

“You’re not taking birth control, right, Raine?”

I shake my head, no longer surprised at his intimate knowledge.

He tears the package open with his teeth and expertly sheathes himself inside it. Too expertly… I feel a small pang at the unfairness of the difference in our experience. In the beginning, we only had each other’s bodies to explore. Then, when we weren’t doing that anymore, I was alone but he wasn’t.

Killian rests a palm against my shoulder and pushes me until my back hits the mattress. He positions himself above me, studying me with blatant lust. It sends a spiral of answering lust through me. Will the attraction we feel ever finally burn itself out? And if bloody violence couldn’t even do it, then what could?

Balancing on one elbow, Killian brings his body into contact with mine, all along the length of us. His heat soaks into me, and it’s one more sensation I love and can’t resist.

His right hand pushes my thigh higher on the bed, opening me for him. I shiver and lick my lips as strong fingers push into me.

The corner of his mouth curves up the slightest bit. “You’re already wet. You want me inside you, don’t you?”

A flush warms my cheeks, and I nod.

His fingers withdraw, and he replaces them with the smooth head of his dick. The stretch at my entrance doesn’t hurt. He prepared me for this the other day when he shoved two of his fingers inside me.

I stare up at him, my nipples aching. “Doesn’t hurt,” I whisper.

His hips rock forward, driving his big cock into me, forcing my walls apart. Biting down on my lip, I twist my hips. That’s different. The fullness inside is almost too much at first.

“Really tight,” he says in a husky voice. His head drops lower, so the stubble on his jaw scrapes against my face. “I need to break you in, so I can fuck you hard next time.”

I shudder and feel the walls of my pussy clench excitedly around him.

He groans. “So damned soft… you’re fucking perfection. I knew you would be.” His thumb slides over my pelvis and down between us, rubbing right where I need it.

My back arches, so I can press against that thumb. I groan his name. “Please, yes. Right there.”

His hips move, withdrawing before he thrusts back into me. He’s so deep sharp sensations of raw pleasure drive backward into my ass and up into my belly.

“Oh, my God,” I gasp.

His muscles are taut as he starts to move with a steady rhythm. It feels so good.

He pulls his hand away, so he’s not massaging me anymore. Instead, he lifts my hips and locks me in place as he grinds his flesh into mine. My whole body loves the raw way his pelvic bone rubs against my clit, especially with his cock deep inside me.

Tension builds, making my muscles clench. God, yes. This is what’s been missing from my life.

My breath grows ragged and desperate. I spread my legs wider, so I’m as open as I can be for him. His rhythm grows faster, and the feel of him sliding back and forth ignites a flame that scorches me from the inside out.

When I finally spiral into my orgasm, it feels better than ever before. The cascade of pleasure is the same, sending tingles throughout my sex, but now when my pussy clenches, it’s gripping a thick cock that pushes back.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

His fingers dig into my hips as he starts to pound into me with hard thrusts. It hurts a little, but I don’t care. I love the feeling of being used by him, love the feel of all his strong muscles flexing.

As he comes, I hold his sides with my fingers, pulling my body up so I press us together. My lips kiss the hot skin of his chest in the hollow of his throat. He tastes salty. And delicious.

Harsh breath blows against my hair until his breathing gradually slows. My hands tug him down, so we’re skin to skin, as close as we can get. It’s a kind of sexy hug I’ve never gotten to give anyone before, not even him.

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