Page 192 of Savage Hearts

I wiggled, trying to get out of his hold, and twisted my legs, trying to get him to let up. None of those things worked, and all I could do was lie there, letting the orgasms kill me, a little bit at a time.

A sob burst free from my lips, and Killian finally let go. He covered my body with his, bracing his weight on his elbow.

I could feel his eyes on me, on my face, but I didn’t open my own eyes to look at him.

I didn’t think I could.

I felt his lips on the skin of my cheek. “Baby.”

Had the man ever sounded so gentle with me?

He told me he wanted to make me hate him less. I should hate him for what he’d just done to me. Hate him and his brothers, but what I felt was… nothing. I felt nothing when it came to him tracking me, but when it came to him and what he was doing to me, I felt… everything.

Tears streamed down the sides of my face, and he tensed above me. I opened my eyes as the tears escaped. He frowned, and I knew he was about to pull away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close to me.

“Mila?”

The question in his voice was the one I didn’t know the answer to. One I didn’t want to know.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. This wasn’t going to make me hate him less. No, I wanted to hate him, and I needed him to do it. The tracking didn’t do it, and the total and complete annihilationof my own personal boundaries didn’t do it, so I needed him to do what he did best.

I needed him to fuck me like he hated me. I needed him to fuck me like he wanted to kill me, the way it had always been since the beginning.

“Mila…”

I shook my head. “Killian. Don’t make me beg.”

My bottom lip trembled. If he wanted to break me, that was the way to do it.

Frustration tinged in his brown eyes, as if he didn’t know what the right decision was. It was laughable that a man like him would ever find himself stuck in such a dilemma.

I kissed him, my hands running all over his warm chest, stopping when it got to his heart. It was racing.

Because of me?

He broke the kiss. We didn’t say anything. The only sound was our harsh breathing.

Then I licked my lips, still tasting him on my tongue, and he let out a soft curse.

“Fuck.”

He kissed me. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of him, and it wasn’t enough.

I wanted more. And more. Just more.

I wrapped my arms around his neck once more, my palms running over the hard ridges of his back muscles. I loved every swipe of his tongue that I couldn’t get enough of.

I moaned in protest when it seemed as if he was about to pull away, and tightened my hold on him.

He grabbed my biceps, and drew his head back slightly for us to catch our breath.

There was something animated in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before.

My brows pinched in a small frown, and he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss there, bringing tears to my eyes. I tried to look away from him, but he was back, kissing me in a way he never had before.

Scowling Killian, I knew what to do with. Sardonic, mean and hateful, I knew. But this side? This gentle side to the man who had just gazed at me with softness in his eyes, who was kissing me not like he loved me, but like he could…

I didn’t know what to do with him.

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