Page 193 of Savage Hearts

He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth, and I whimpered from the pleasure that pulsed through me.

I kissed him back.

Could he feel the desperation in this kiss? Could he tell how badly I needed him to be the man I hated in that moment?

Where his movements were gentle, mine were vicious and ugly.

It didn’t seem like he minded, but he was too good at controlling the kiss. He didn’t let me be vicious or ugly. He softened my kiss with his lips, and tears seeped through my closed eyelids.

I gave up.

I softened my movements to match his and felt his hand move between our bodies.

I pulled back enough to see him stroking himself, his length hard and angry. I swallowed. He was thick and long, and I knew,just knew, this was going to hurt so good.

His eyes met mine as he took the tip and led it forward. We didn’t look‌ away when he nudged at my entrance, didn’t look away when he moved inside me, one tortuous inch at a time. The stretch of him nearly had me coming undone.

He pushed in further, and the pleasure seemed to shoot off like fireworks inside me.

“Killian,” I begged. “Please stop torturing me like this.”

He smiled softly, even if there was something ironic about his softness, and something inside me broke.

He pushed in all the way, and we both groaned at the same time.

I closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck when I heard him mutter, “Fuck.”

And then his hips moved, and I forgot everything else but him.

Fuck,my thoughts echoed his sentiment.

My nails dug into the skin of his hard shoulders, holding so tightly, I wondered if he would wear the imprints of my touch for the next week.

“Killian,” I murmured. I rotated my hips softly to match his movements, and he let out a harsh breath of air between his teeth before coming back to kiss me again.

I nipped at his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass, trying to get him to thrust faster.

I grunted in frustration when his movements remained languid and soft, and my hands slapped down his back as I tore away from the kiss.

“Killian,” I whined.

The mean man just laughed.

“Please,” I begged, kissing along his jawline. He tensed and grabbed my hands, holding them above my head by my wrists, his movements becoming more frantic.

“Look at me,” he demanded gruffly, his voice powerful enough to hold me to him. At this point, I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to deny him anything if he demanded it. Especially in that voice of his.

My eyes locked onto him as his thrusts became more forceful, causing my teeth to clack every time he drove back inside me.

He did what I wanted. Those slow movements became so strong, so out of control, I had no choice but to come apart at the seams. And how suddenly it had all happened too. I hadn’t been prepared for it. His other hand, the one that wasn’t holding onto me, squeezed down between us, his fingers seeking my clit. He rubbed over it again and again in circles, prolonging my orgasm. I twisted beneath him as another orgasm tore through me, tightening my stomach muscles.

Fuck, how could it always feel like this with the brothers? How could it always feel as if I was teetering on the edge, not knowing how to get back?

Fear ran along my spine as I questioned my own sanity.

Killian’s eyes were focused on me. I didn’t think he had ever looked away.

I tried to move the hands he held captive, and he increased his thrusts. During the beginning of my third orgasm was when I felt him tense above me. I knew he was coming with me when I felt him swell, his muscles tightening.

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