Page 183 of A Curse On Black Lake
Our eyes lock as she looks down at me, and my heart falters in my chest. I want to go slow and careful with her because I want us to feel every breath between us. But the caveman in me wants to pin her to the floor and ravish her.
My mouth meets her center, and her eyes widen a fraction before I move my tongue. She sighs, dropping her head back, as she slips her hand in my hair, gripping it, while I bring her to the edge. But I won’t let her fall. Everything could crumble around us, and I would never let her fall.
Her sounds drive me wild, taking all the restraint in my body not to blow it on the floor. I feel her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling the strands. I can tell she’s almost there, and I stop.
Eliana gasps and growls in frustration. I chuckle, dragging an arm across my mouth. “Is this my punishment?” she asks.
I chuckle and sit up, kissing her aggressively.
“Please,” she whines.
“Hands and knees, on the floor,” I command.
She quickly drops to her knees and does as I say, looking at me over her shoulder. I groan at the sight.
My hands grip her hips, dragging them over her light brown skin. I lean over her spine and whisper in her ear. “This is your punishment,” I murmur and kiss the edge of her jaw before sinking into her.
Eliana cries out, dropping to her elbows, and pushes her hips back into me. Sputtering words I can’t make out.
I lean over, wrapping her hair around my fist and tugging it back. She moans again and reaches back to me trying to grab on, but I slap her hand away.
“No fair,” she whimpers, sitting all the way up, her back to my front. Releasing her hair, I slide my hand around to the front of her throat and press the other to her stomach.
“You can take it, little witch,” I grunt.
Eliana whimpers, digging nails into my forearm. “It’s you,” she gasps.
“Hmm?” I hum into her skin trying to keep my pace.
“You make me feel wanted, powerful,” she moans. “You make me feel treasured,” she says breathlessly.
Sure, we’ve been like bunnies, but this is more. It’s not only love; it’s desperation to be connected to her as deeply as I can be. This is a devotion so intense it terrifies me. It means I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, of trying to attempt a life without her.
“Because you are my treasure, darlin’,” I grunt.
Eliana moans as her body loses its rhythm against mine, and I can feel the flicker of release crawling up my spine.
“You are my undoing, Eliana Greer,” I grunt into her ear.
Her head lies back on my shoulder, and she mumbles something as her body tightens for a heartbeat before her release slams through her and rips mine out into the open.
“Killian.”
She chants my name with every breath, and my thighs shake. Turning my head, I kiss her until we can’t breathe, and even then I try to take more. A tear rolls from her cheek as we breathe against each other, and I bare myself to her.
“I’m desperate for you, Eliana, every waking hour, every minute in my sleep I dream of you. You’re all I ever want to think about. There isn’t a line I wouldn’t cross, bridge I wouldn’t burn. My obsession has no limits. My desperation knows no bounds because they never existed for you.”
Her eyes finally open, focused on me, and we’ve stilled — stuck in this moment. Time freezes only when I’m with her.
“I love you,” I rasp.
Her lips part as a tear escapes her eye, and it feels like she’s about to say it, but she doesn’t.
I’ll wait. I am a man of my word. I’ll wait for her to be ready to say it. There is no other option. She is my one and only. She’s worth going to the grave for.
Chapter fifty-five
Killian
