Page 49 of Savage Reign

“That’s not the point.”

“No? I think that is exactly the point. You. Are. Mine.” He enunciated each word darkly, his fingers pressing down harder on my clit.

“Killian.”

Suddenly, he pulled away from me. The move was so unexpected, I could only blink at him. But he wasn’t leaving. He grabbed my hand and dragged me up to a sitting position before lifting my shirt off me.

I shivered from the cold air on my nipples as Killian cupped one breast from his side, playing with my nipple.

He took in every inch of my naked skin, the heat in his eyes devouring me in ways that made my heart drop. I felt like a little doe, coming face-to-face with a lion, struck frozen.

All I could do was watch him watch me.

He stopped when he got to my middle. I knew what he was looking at, and the way his eyes gleamed in the light almost made me think he was…proudof what he did.

His eyes were laser-focused on the tattoo, the black ink standing out clearly against my pale skin. I looked at it, too. The skin surrounding it was still red. He gently ran his finger around it.

“I’ll have to take care not to press up on it. That limits the positions we can be in.”

“If you think—fuck.”

His lips closed over my nipple, sucking on it before rolling the erect bud with his teeth.

I arched my back, trying to escape, but he only followed. The hand that was playing with my breast slid down and around me, pressing the flat of his palm over my back and holding me to him.

He looked up, his dark eyes glinting with desire before he kissed his way up, leaving a heated, wet trail from his mouth on my skin along the way.

Then he kissed me.

I tried to keep my eyes open, to not give in to the kiss, but the truth was, I missed him so much.

I didn’t know how to turn away from him. Even when I could still taste the tinge of blood on his lips, it wasn’t enough to deter me. In fact…

I shook away the thought as soon as it entered my mind. I wasn’t like them. I didn’t want blood play to be a part of whateverthisbetween us was.

I hadn’t even realized my eyes had closed until I felt his chest vibrating against me as he deepened the kiss. My hands balled into fists to keep from reaching for him, but it was hard.

So hard.

The hand that was on my back moved up to my shoulder blades and stayed there, jerking me closer to him. My hands went down to his waist, staying there as I tried to keep my balance while falling into the kiss.

He hummed against my lips before pulling away. I watched him with hooded eyes as he looked back at me with dark ones. His lips were swollen and shiny, and his tan skin was slightly flushed. He looked beautiful, but then again, he had always been beautiful.

Beautiful and cruel.

Before I could utter another word of protest, he hoisted me in his arms as he climbed off the bed. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, afraid he might let me fall. I might trust Maverick and Silas not to let me fall, but Killian… There were still so many things uncertain about him. About us.

But he held me tightly in his arms, only letting go when he neared the table by the window that served as a dining table and placeholder for my things.

I jumped when my bare ass hit the cold wooden surface, glaring at him. Not that he was paying me any attention. He had everything I had placed on the table flying to the ground in one swoop of his arms. I could only stare at him, my mouth agape.

I couldn’t even remember if I had placed anything important on the table, and moments later, it didn’t matter to me because Killian was back, standing in between my legs. At some point, he had taken off his boxer briefs and was now completely naked.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him, and I couldn’t help when my eyes made a slow perusal down his body and stopped on the thick, angry-looking appendage between his powerful legs.

The mushroom tip was tinged in purple and covered in a slight sheen of pre-cum.

I licked my lips, which Killian didn’t miss because, with a growl, he pushed me down by my shoulders until I was lying flat on the table, and he stood before me, like a king, about to take what he felt was his all along.

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