Page 52 of Savage Reign

Or to take it off.

I shuddered, imagining all the ways he could convinceme to wear his… gift.

I didn’t say anything to that. The crazy bastard already tattooed me. The anklet was nothing compared to that.

Killian tugged on my hair a little harder, bringing me back to reality. I gasped, and he loosened his hold. “You’re getting distracted,” he gritted, brutally driving his dick back inside of me until there was a slight pain associated with it. I clenched my walls around him, and he groaned, pulling back out and quickly pushing back into me with the same ferocity as before.

Tears stung my eyes. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

He changed the tempo of his strokes, from slow, hard ones to quick, short stabs of his dick, teasing an orgasm out of me. He went back to the slow, hard thrusts just before I could fall under.

I threw my head to the side, my entire body tensing, trying to hold the position as fog descended in my mind, and I reached ecstasy. I pushed my hips closer to him.

He slapped the side of my tit, the sting nearly pushing me over. A loud torturous cry escaped my lips, and I looked up at him with eyes half-mast.

He grinned. “Stop trying to top from the bottom, firecracker.”

Before I could respond, he grabbed my hip and moved exactly in the way that I needed from him. I could no longer hold on to my legs. They flopped down on the table. A sob burst free, a touch of delirium clouding me. Tears streamed down my face when I came with a wretched cry.

“Killian!”

“Fuck, that’s it, firecracker. Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good around me, yes, fucking clench around me. Take what you fucking want.”

My body convulsed the harder he pounded against me until the pounding against my pussy increased, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I writhed, trying to get away. He pulled out of me so suddenly I nearly fell from the table. But Killian was there before I could catch my bearings, and he was carrying me in his arms, then threw me on the bed.

I landed on all fours. Before I could reposition myself, he was right there, his chest pressed up against my back. He grabbed himself and rammed inside me to the hilt in one smooth move.

I let out a small shriek, still so goddamn sensitive, especially since I hadn't fully come back down just yet. He ignored that and continued to work me over.

One hand slid around to my front, pressing it flat down on my stomach and holding me still as he fucked me like this.

I would have fallen forward had he not had such a strong hold on me. His other hand pressed against my chest, and I was sure he could feel my heart beating erratically. I sure as hell could hear it.

Hear that and our breathing mingling in the small space of this room. I tilted my head back and looked at him. Our eyes met. There wasn’t the softness in his eyes like I’d seen in Silas and even Maverick at times, but a frantic, feeding frenzy, desperate, all-consuming darkness that I knew I could so easily fall into.

I blinked the tears away as he moved harder against me, all the while keeping me upright on my knees. I clutched onto his forearms, my fingernails digging into his skin harder with each rough pounding against me.

“Baby,” he whispered against my skin.

I exploded…

I fucking fell into the darkness, all my pieces shattered and useless, just waiting for him to pick me up and put me back together.

I wailed in protest when he pulled out of me mid-orgasm once more and turned me around until I was facing him. He fell backward, taking me with him until I was straddling on top of him.

His face was strained, just before he relaxed, and his lips twisted. Then he said, “Take what you want from me.”

I pressed my hands down on his hard chest, hesitating for a quick second before pushing myself up slightly. I reached down for his cock, giving him the same rough strokes I’d seen him do to himself earlier. He growled, the sound so fucking sexy, I nearly came.

“Fuck, firecracker. What kind of retribution is this?”

I smiled a little. It hadn’t been my intention, but…

I teased him a few times until he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it viciously. “Quit playing, girl, andfuckme.”

As if to drive his point home, he roughly slapped my tits. One after the other. The third spank was directly on my nipple.

I screeched, pulling back and covering my chest with my arms.

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