Page 156 of Savage Hearts

“No,” I cried.

He grabbed my wrists and held them down near my hips, keeping me immobile. “Yes,” he answered. “Be my good little firecracker and come again for me. I fucking need more of you.”

His lips moved down, his mouth covering me whole, and he let go of my hands, freeing his own hands so they could grab my breasts in a bruising grip. I gasped, and he bit my inner thigh.

The pain was swift and sharp.

I cried out as another orgasm was wrung out of me, and Killian plucked my nipples.

“Fuck, Killian, don?—”

He bit me again in a different spot on the inside of my thigh.

I reached down until my hand found his head, and I tried to push him away as the orgasm flew throughout my body, making me shudder.

He retaliated by biting a new spot.

“Fuck! Why do you keep biting me?”

He answered me with another bite. The pain only worked to prolong the orgasm.

I was crying now. “Please.”

“I’m marking you as mine,” he said, his words barely penetrating through the fog in my mind.

I shook my head.

Another bite.

This time, I didn’t try to protest. Didn’t try to stop him.

He turned his head to my other thigh and sucked the skin into his lips. He was leaving hickeys there. I was sure of it.

One hand let go of my nipple, and I cried out when he pushed two fingers inside me. I wasn’t as sore as I had been the day after Silas and I had sex, but I was still feeling the effects of it, and stretching me out like this didn’t help.

A small sound escaped me when he pumped his finger in and out of me and his lips found a new spot to leave another hickey.

My thighs were going to look like a fucking war zone after this.

I bit my own arm to keep from making another noise. It was a bad idea because his body shook when he laughed. “You think you can keep quiet while I play with you? Is that a challenge, baby?”

I let go of my arm. No, it wasn’t a fucking challenge. Jesus Christ.

“Too late,” he cooed softly, contradicting the brutal movements of the fingers fucking me. They had increased in speed while he spoke. My hips bucked from the sensation, the pleasures becoming more intense. He pulled back slightly to take in the sight of his fingers moving in and out of me, and something about that, about the look in his eyes…

I shook my head.

“Does this feel good, baby?”

I almost answered him right then and there, but that was probably what he wanted, so I stayed silent. He smirked as his fingers curved, hitting just the right spot. I took a deep breath and stiffened, if only to try to keep the explosion at bay for a moment, but it was getting so hard.

Sofuckinghard.

Then he leaned down and nipped at my clit, and I lost it completely.

I sobbed from the pleasure and pain, and he lapped the distended bud with his tongue, making me feel so fucking lost, I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore.

“Please, Killian,” I begged, my voice thick from my tears.

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