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“Ethically speaking, I would like to find out all the things I enjoy having you do to me.”
“What about this?” he asked, leaning in to nibble her earlobe. She made a happy little giggle, and her hand clenched on his thigh. “This?” He kissed gently along her neck, and she sighed as her body curved toward him. She wriggled around until she was straddling him and began to answer his kisses with her own. Her mouth felt hot on his skin. Her lips were gentle, but she used her teeth in dragging nips that made him shiver and grind into her.
Her bra came off and went… somewhere. They might need to go looking for it later. But that was later. Moira pushed into him, giving him all the delicious skin he needed and craved. He settled his back against the long bolster pillow as she reached for his waistband.
“I think you’re trying to get me naked,” he murmured, nibbling her shoulder.
She made an agreeing noise and reached for the snap on his pants. “Yes, more naked, please.”
The snap was a hard pull, and she gave it a swift yank, which shifted her weight. She leaned harder onto him, and the pillow behind him gave way. Moira shrieked as they toppled over and landed on the floor with a thump and then a hundred scattered thwacks as all their belongings also fell on the floor next to them.
Neither of them moved for a moment.
“Well,” said Moira, “we were going to need to get everything off the bed anyway, and the carpet is surprisingly comfortable.”
“And I did want to take my boots off,” said Killian, sticking a foot up in the air and reaching around Moira to untie the laces.
“Good point,” said Moira. She rolled off him and did the same before chucking her boots somewhere into the dark room. With any luck, they’d land next to her bra, but he thought he heard one hit the far wall.
Killian stood up to ditch out of his pants and then reached down to help Moira up, but instead, she launched herself off the floor and tackled him back onto the couch. He couldn’t help laughing but stopped as she ran her hand along his stomach, his side, and then across his hip.
“What about you?” she whispered. “Do you like it when I do this?” Her hand slid along his cock, and he groaned. Her hand wrapped around him, firm and tight but gentle. She ran her thumb down the shaft, and he bucked involuntarily. He wanted inside her.
“Yes,” he growled as he wrapped an arm around her. “I like it when you touch me everywhere.”
Then he rolled them over, using his body weight to flatten her out. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him. Then she giggled as if she couldn’t contain her joy.
He kissed her deep and hard as he thrust inside her. She was so wet for him that he wanted to fuck her for an eternity.
“Killian,” she moaned, her fingernails dug into his back. The sharp little bite of pain made everything else feel even better. He loved the tight pressure of her arms on him. Her strength made him growl and push harder, taking her harder.
She gasped and bit down on his shoulder, mouthing him in a way that made him growl. He loved that she wanted to taste him. Had he always liked this amount of teeth? Or did Moira make him wild? He could barely think straight as he pulled her chin up to kiss her, biting at her bottom lip.
She moaned, gasping as they came together again, claiming each other. Each time they came together, it was like the echo of the drum beat he’d felt earlier. He needed her in a way that feltprimal. She was the center of his soul and universe. The sun that he needed to live. His skin burned where she touched him.
“Harder,” she begged, and the whimpering edge to her voice drove him like a whip. He gave her what she needed.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She screamed out her pleasure, and he followed her over the edge, his entire body tightening as he emptied himself into her. His only real thought was that he was meant to be with Moira. He didn’t know if every time felt this way, but this time was as if fate had brought them together.
Episode 6
Silverfish
Killian
Killian drowsily stroked Moira’s back as she sprawled across his chest. He knew they probably ought to be doing something else, but this was all he wanted to do at the moment. Moira made a happy little murmur and smashed her face into his chest a little harder as if trying to cuddle him as forcefully as possible. He didn’t mind. He felt like he hadn’t been touched in a thousand years. Wrapping himself around Moira had set off a firework display of serotonin in his brain.
But as he lay in the quiet space of not quite sleeping, he became aware of an odd sound just at the edge of hearing.
Click, click, click.
His mind supplied a match for the sound. Claws on a hard surface.
Click, click, click.
Coming closer. Larger than a rodent.
Click, click, click.
