Page 155 of Savage Hearts

“No?” He started to trace a single finger along my skin. I watched with bated breath as that finger made a slow progression south. My stomach dropped when he got to my navel, circling around it once and moving further down. He pressed his finger down my clit and a whimper escaped me.

“Are you sure this pussy isn’t mine? Why is it drenched for me?”

“Fuck, Killian!”

He let out a small laugh. “Why is your clit swollen, practically begging for my lips? Admit it, firecracker. And if you keep lying to me, I’m going to punish you for it.”

Punish me? How?

As if he could hear my unspoken question, he smirked. “Admit what you and I both know is the truth, or baby, I’m gonna fucking make you come.”

I blinked.

That didn’t sound so bad.

“And I’m not going to fucking stop,” he added.

Fuck. I shook my head, unsure if I wanted that or not. My mind screamedno, but my pussy clenched as more arousal dripped out of me.

I hoped to fucking God Rachel never found out what we’d done in her kitchen.

He took advantage of my momentary distraction and pushed my legs open for him. His hands clutched me, squeezing it a bit before shaking me. I tried to close my legs, but his hands were there.

“Is this mine?” he asked.

That part of me that was keen on self-preservation and knowing what a dangerous predator Killian was wanted to agree to keep my sanity. The other, more stubborn,stupid, prideful part of me didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning.

And the stupid part of me was winning. I tilted my head up, my eyes blurred by lust and anger as I stared up at him, and shook my head.

“No.”

The word seemed to resonate loudly inside the kitchen. His smile became savage, almost monster-like, showing a straight row of white teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said quietly. Before I could come up with a response, he bent down and buried his face in between my legs.

My back arched off the kitchen island, and I grabbed onto the edge, trying to hold on to my bearings.

I was failing.

“Fuck!” I screamed and felt him smile against me as he went back to eating me out. His tongue pushed in and out slightly over my opening, never really entering me, playing with the soft flesh there before I felt him suck it into his mouth. I scrambled up, trying to get away from him when it became too much, buthe only grabbed my hips and pulled me back into his waiting mouth, keeping me there for the torture.

“Fuck, Killian, please.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating all around me. More arousal gushed out, running slowly down between my ass cheeks. My muscles clenched at the sensation.

“There’s no need to beg me, little firecracker. You can come as many times as you want. In fact, I insist on it. It would defeat the whole purpose if you didn’t come.”

I shook my head. I knew what he was trying to do. He was going to torture me with multiple orgasms until my defenses fell away. My toes curled as I tried to keep hold of my tenuous control.

His tongue dipped inside me, taking more of my juices into his mouth, and I closed my eyes. But all that did was heighten my senses.

The first orgasm came with a boom.

I hadn’t even realized I was on the verge of falling over until I did, and then I was free-falling without a parachute.

I reached down, grabbing his wrists, my nails digging into his skin. I fucking hoped I made him bleed, though I wasn’t sure if I was actually hurting him at this point. He didn’t even wince.

Before I could fully come back down, Killian was back to eating me out. He suckled on my too-sensitive clit and I struggled to get away from him.

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