Page 55 of Taken By the Mafia King
CHAPTER 41
SERA
Killian picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him, the nightgown gathering around my waist and leaving my ass and legs bare to the slight chill in the room. But Killian was hot, damn near fevered, as he laid me on the bed and pulled the straps of the nightgown off my shoulders. His eyes didn’t leave mine until I lay completely naked. Then his gaze traveled down the length of my body, coming to stop at the apex of my thighs.
I fought for breath as he put one knee on the bed and towered over me, his hand gripping my thigh and pulling my legs apart.
I should have told him I was a virgin, but the words didn’t form on my tongue. I just watched him looking at me as he teased my clit.
Every shred of fear and despair evaporated, replaced by that ache I hadn’t been able to satisfy on my own.
He silently stroked a finger between my folds, then pressed it inside me. He moved slowly, tenderly, and I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut at the touch and the rigid fullness that stretched me to the point of pain.
“Oh,” he rasped softly, licking his lips. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
I couldn’t form words as he pressed further, his thumb still circling my clit. I arched my back, whimpering his name as he pressed a second finger inside me. He choked on a deep chuckle and pressed further, pushing me as far as he could. I swirled my hips, the friction making my thighs burn with tension. I was as tight as a bow string when he finally removed his fingers.
I looked up at him through slits, panting.
He licked his fingers clean, and I almost came just from the sight alone.
“Oh, my God,” I panted, then moaned when he crawled onto the bed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me onto his tongue.
Reality shattered around me, replaced by nothing but white-hot, desperate need.
“You taste like paradise,mia cara,” he breathed against my tender, aching skin. His teeth grazed my inner thigh and I let out a choked moan, begging him for more.
“Please,” I rasped. “Oh, Killian. Please.”
“Slowly, baby,” he whispered. He dragged his tongue through my core and a shudder of pleasure shot down my spine. “I mean to take my time.”
I whimpered, tears welling in my eyes as he teased me with his tongue, his lips, and his teeth until I felt nothing and thought of nothing but the sensation of his mouth on a sacred place only he had seen.
I could feel his own desire hot and firm against my naked thigh. I shifted my leg, drawing my knee up and along the impossible length of him. He groaned. The movement only made him devour me faster, harder, until I was crying out and begging him for release.
“I can’t,” I cried, unsure if my words were even audible. “I’m going to come?—”
“No,” he rasped, towering over me once more. He ripped open his shirt and sent buttons all over the place. “You’ll come on my cock, or not at all.”
Fear crept back into my subconscious as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down over thick, muscular thighs. I sucked in my breath at the glorious sight of him naked and sheltering me with his body. Every muscle was sculpted to perfection. Every inch of him large and toned and thrumming with heat.
“It won’t fit,” I whispered, unable to hide the sudden apprehension in my voice.
Killian produced a condom from somewhere I didn’t notice and put it on. Then, he knitted his fingers in my hair at the base of my neck and pulled so I had to look up into his eyes.
“Eyes on me, princess,” he whispered, dragging his fingers through my slit again, and again.
That tension began to build again and I relaxed. Only then did he position himself between my legs and press his cock inside me, meeting resistance.
“You,” he groaned, “are so fucking tight,mia cara.” He bent down and kissed me, drawing out my lip between his teeth and biting down. He pulled out, and the shocking fullness retreating left me feeling empty. But then he pressed back in hard enough for me to arch off the bed. He held me down, whispering in my ear. “There is so much I want to teach you.”
He gripped the back of my thigh and lifted my leg up, the new position giving him more access, allowing him to thrust deeper. I whimpered, my hands splayed wide over his chest.
One more thrust and he claimed me as his.
I cried out, pleading with him for more. I gasped as he pounded into me and pulled out slowly, relishing in the way my body melded to his like I’d been made for him, for this.
The pain was fleeting and faded into nothing but tension, and soon I met him thrust for thrust, my breath quickening.
