Page 58 of The Secret Life of a Lady
She cried out, and Killian made slow circles with his finger, nipping her bottom lip. He needed her wet and ready. He had never ravaged a virgin, but he knew it could be painful if a woman wasn’t already lost to her own pleasure. He wouldn’t allow himself to hurt Hannah. Not now. Not ever.
Moving down her body, he sucked a ripe nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the rigid flesh. Hannah cried out again, but he gave her no mercy. He nipped, licked, and suckledone breast, then moved to the other. Her body tightened beneath him. Slowly, he pushed his finger deeper into her cleft, feeling her intimate muscles clench. She was so goddamn tight. There was no way he could enter her. Not without a measure of pain. His soul ached at the thought, but it only increased his determination to make this moment right for her.
14
Drowning in desire, Hannah longed to sink deeper. Killian’s mouth, hot and insistent on her breast, sucked her into the heart of longing. His finger quested further into her, burning sweetly as her body tightened around him. She didn’t know how he would fit inside her, but she was determined to find out. There was sure to be pain, but she was well acquainted with suffering. Never had it been so glorious.
‘I don’t want to hurt you.’ Concern created a crease between his eyebrows. His voice was strained as his arms flexed. Removing his finger from her core, he put both hands on either side of her head, pulling himself back and watching her. Hannah moaned at the loss.
She arched her body, widening her thighs to make room for him. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she trapped him, ensuring he couldn’t pull away. Her core was empty and aching. She drew him closer to her, the steel ridge of his erection nudging her wet, slick flesh. His cock slid over her throbbing clitoris.
‘I don’t care if you hurt me. I want you. I need you.’I love you. Hannah bit her lip to stop the words. But it was true. She was inlove with Killian. The realisation penetrated her with the power of a punch. And he was going to hurt her. Not tonight, not with what they shared in this moment, but when he left. She would be devastated. Philippa was right. Hannah had been lying. She wanted all of him, forever. But it was impossible.
So, she would settle for all of him now, and forever could bugger off. The beauty of this moment would dull the edges of that knife as it cut into her heart. ‘Now, Killian. I need you now.’
He plunged into her, hard and swift. Something tore, and Hannah’s body tensed. ‘Bloody hell,’ she hissed. He tried to pull out, but she clenched her legs around him. ‘Don’t move. Just let me…’ Their breaths were ragged, and his body shuddered as they stayed frozen in the moment. His cock was huge inside her, forcing untried muscles to stretch and burn.
Slowly, her body began to relax, easing around his invasion. She shifted her hips.
‘Fuck,’ Killian groaned near her ear. ‘I can’t…’
‘It’s okay. I’m okay.’ Hannah rubbed her hands down his back, feeling his muscles like granite. She tilted her pelvis as the bright burn eased to something softer, and Killian pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. Hannah tilted up again. He caught her rhythm, slow and steady. His cock slid through her tight channel, each thrust hitting something sharp and sweet in her centre. ‘Yes,’ she breathed.
Time evaporated into the plunging beat of his hips, the staccato whisper of their breaths, the slap of skin against skin. He pushed harder, faster, the pleasure of each pulse merging into a symphony of sensation. Hannah shoved up with her hips as he thrust deeper. She cried out, shattering into a thousand brilliant pieces. Her core clenched around him as her soul flew high and bright, a shooting star soaring into the ether.
He grew impossibly larger and pulled out of her at the lastmoment, his hips still thrusting as he gripped himself and stroked down hard once, then twice. His body shuddered, and he pulsed his essence onto the sheets beside her.
Hannah fell back on her pillow, replete.
‘Blast and damn,’ she breathed. ‘That was brilliant. Can we do that again?’
Killian collapsed next to her. His chest rumbled with laughter. ‘Not yet.’
They lay together on the bed, and he reached over, twining his fingers with hers. ‘Are you well?’
Hannah wanted to stretch like a cat. It wasn’t what she imagined. She thought it would be soft and ethereal and sweet. But what they did was base and raw and vital. It was so much better than she dreamed. ‘Yes, very. Are you?’
Instead of answering her, he stood and retrieved a cloth from her nightstand. Filling the bowl with water, he dipped the cloth, squeezed it out, and returned to the bed.
‘Open your legs.’
Hannah felt suddenly shy.
He smiled and put a heavy hand on her knee, slowly pushing her legs apart. ‘I want to tend to you. You must be sore. And there’s blood.’
Hannah got up on her elbows and looked down her body where he gently laved her sensitive skin with the cold cloth. It was heavenly. The white cotton came away stained with blood. Not nearly as much as she’d shed when Philippa once broke her nose, but this was her maidenhead.
Oddly, she was more worried about him. She felt glorious, but he seemed too quiet. ‘You didn’t answer me. Are you okay?’ Hannah asked, lifting her gaze to his, but he looked intently at the cloth. When she reached out and ran her hand down his cheekrough with stubble, he glanced up. His fingers brushing over a puckered scar on her thigh.
‘How did you get this?’
Hannah smiled. ‘An angry earl who failed at murdering his wife attempted to dissuade me from delivering him to a boat bound for the Americas.’
Killian’s eyes darkened and his jaw twitched, but his hand stayed gentle as he skimmed it up her leg. His thumb rubbed over the peppering of scars on her thigh ‘What about these?’
Scar by scar, he asked, and she told him, revealing her secrets far more slowly than she had her body. Because it was harder. And with each recounted tale, she expected judgment, disgust, or revulsion at the violence she had endured or exacted. But Killian just moved on to the next scar, his hands worshiping her, his eyes unfathomable pools.
‘Will you tell me about this? Now?’ His fingers brushed over the mark on her cheek.
