Page 56 of Broken Empire
His brows furrowed. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. A surge of desire was making its way through me, setting butterflies loose in my belly. I knew this was what I wanted right now. What Ineeded,more than sleep or food or air in my lungs.
If only Killian could feel those butterflies inside me, or the way my body was tingling. Then he’d know how badly I wanted him. How badly I craved his touch, his mouth, his cock, hiseverything.
“You won’t hurt me, Killian,” I said breathlessly. “I know you won’t.”
Something sparked in his eyes, and his hands moved to my shoulders, slowly pushing me up against the tiled wall. One of his knees gently pushed my legs apart, making a place for him between my thighs, and he rolled his hips, letting his stiff cock surge against me, slowly rubbing my clit with each movement. At the same time, he lowered his face to mine, lips capturing my own in a hard kiss.
I let out a moan that mingled with his as he carried on kissing me, hands roaming down my back before settling on my ass. His fingertips dug into my skin as he lifted me up, and I gasped and wrapped my arms around his back, nails raking down his skin as he positioned me right over his cock.
“Do it,” I murmured, core already pulsing with desperate need. “I—oh!”
Before I could finish my demand, Killian brought me down, filling me with his thickness. A shocked breath escaped me and my nails dug deeper into his skin, demanding more,needingmore. He pulled out, slowly, making me whimper with desperation, and then he pushed back in, eyes glimmering with fiery lust.
I shuddered against the wall, another moan spilling from my lips as Killian began to move.
Faster.
Harder.
Just what I needed.
“Yes!” I whimpered. My clit was on fire beneath Killian’s grinding body, pussy so needy that he could slip in and out of me without any resistance. “Fuck, yes!”
Within a minute I was shaking, climax drawing closer and closer. Killian held me in place, hips pumping harder and harder as a long, low groan escaped his mouth. “I want you to come,” he growled. “Come for me.”
The timbre of his voice was enough to push me over the edge, screaming and gasping for air as the pressure exploded in my core, sending molten shockwaves through every inch of me.
Killian kept going, fucking me like it was the last thing he’d ever do before the whole world crashed down around us. I tipped my head back against the tiles, panting to fill my lungs as my vision blurred. I was losing it again, trembling and pulsing as another orgasm ripped through me.
Killian let out a groan and shuddered against me, finally reaching his own climax. I clung to him as he came, contracting my muscles around him until he groaned again. Then I tightly clasped my hands together behind his back, keeping him close to my heart.
I didn’t want to let him go. Not even to get some much-needed rest.
Not ever.
18
Shay
I slept like the dead,and then I slept some more.
By the time I managed to peel my eyes open, the clock on the bedside table said it was just after nine in the morning. I went to sleep around six or seven yesterday evening, so that meant I’d slept for over half a day.
Yawning, I rolled over and stretched an arm out to hug Killian, but all I managed to touch was a pillowcase. The bed beside me was empty.
Panic shot knives at my guts, and I sat bolt upright, eyes widening. A piece of paper had been placed beside me, right where Killian slept last night.
I unfolded it and scanned the scrawled words, heart still pounding.
Didn’t want to wake you because you look so peaceful. Found some clothes for you to wear. I think they belong to your great aunt, so probably not your style, but good enough for now. I’ve left it all on the chest at the end of the bed. When you’re ready to come down, Leah and I are in the kitchen.
I exhaled deeply, pressing a palm to my eyes. Everything was okay. I wasn’t alone again.
I found the folded clothes on the chest—a pair of black slacks, a floral blouse, and a gray cardigan—and slipped into them before padding downstairs and exploring the vast halls until I found the kitchen.
Leah was perched on a round stool at the marble island counter, typing on the laptop Killian stole from Blackwood Manor yesterday afternoon. Killian was standing by the stove, keeping an eye on a skillet.
