Page 167 of A Curse On Black Lake
I lift my hips, and he groans, fully seated. “Good?” he asks.
“Amazing,” I whisper, bewildered with the emotions flowing between us.
I roll my hips, adjusting, and he whimpers.
I stop, enthralled with the sound he madebecauseof me.
“Don’t stop, darlin’,” he rasps.
“Then give me more,” I gasp.
He thrusts a little harder, building rhythm between us, keeping our pace slow and languid, giving us plenty of space to feel everything.
“Look at me,” he commands.
My eyes open to his as the bed creaks under us.
“Keep those blues on me. I want to make sure,” he says.
“Make sure of what?” I ask on a sigh.
He stops, and I nearly scream. “That you’re feeling all of this too,” he rasps.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in. His hot breath fans across my skin, and he drags his teeth down my neck to my chest.
Does he feel the way my heart keeps faltering in rhythm? Does he feel the words on my lips that I can’t allow myself to say?
“I feel it all.”
Killian pulls back so we’re face to face. He kisses me with a fierceness that melts my bones and makes them weep.
“I don’t know how someone like you can exist in the same evil world. Look at you,” he says, panting as our breaths match the tempo of our bodies.
I grab his cheeks, drawing his mouth to mine. He pushes my knees back, and I moan as we rock together. Grasping at his back, I drag my nails over his skin, and he groans.
With each pulse of his hips, a pressure builds in my belly, and I sense it coming, but I want to hang on. I want to feel this for as long as I can.
“Give it to me, darlin’,” he pants, moving me again, creating a new angle with his hips, pushingsomehow deeper.
Sparks shoot from my center, through my chest. “Don’t stop,” I cry as he brands me with every thrust, every whispered word, every breath and groan.
“Never,” he grits. “You’re mine, little witch,” he grunts.
He edges me to the brink and drops his hand to my nipple, pinching it. Like a button, I go off.
Our movements turn sloppy and ravenous as he groans into my ear, and I bite his shoulder as a second wave of indescribable pleasure passes through us.
He curses on a breathless groan, thrusting harder. Killian finds my mouth again, our bodies still moving together, until we’re too tired to move.
I sigh, and he pulls away, nuzzling his nose into my neck, dropping his exhausted body on top of mine.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I squeeze my knees to his hips. “That was …”
“Yeah,” he says, dragging his finger over the bridge of my nose.
I scrunch it, and he chuckles, kissing my cheek, before he leans into my ear, and says, “If you’re not too sore, I have a feeling we aren’t going to get any sleep for the foreseeable future.”
