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“Please touch me,” I moan.
Killian’s lips curve up, and his eyes gleam with something devious. “You want me to keep touching you, Lyra? You want me to fuck you?”
I want to sayno, Ihaveto say it, but what comes out is a breathless, “God, yes.”
Chapter Twelve
Ibarely have a moment to regret my words. A sharp rip sounds, and my dress falls away from my shoulders.Is Killian strong enough to tear it?Before I can ponder that, he stands up, hands gripping the backs of my thighs to hold me close—thenakedbacks of my thighs.
He tore the entire dress off of me. Holy hell, he’s powerful, and that isunbelievablyfucking hot.
He starts carrying me through the apartment, but I can’t seem to look away from him. I know we pass several rooms, halls, and there might even be stairs involved—then, he’s lowering me onto the most luxuriously soft mattress I’ve ever felt.
He lets me go, and I whimper at the loss of contact. His skin feelsso goodagainst mine, I’m loathe to part with it, even for a moment. I want Killian. I want him so badly I might lose my mind.
He only releases me long enough to hook his fingers under the band of my panties and drag them down my legs impatiently. Then, he stands over me—fully dressed, tall and imposing—and stares down at me like I’m a priceless prize he’s captured.
I fall back onto my elbows, panting, waiting for him to make a move. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’ll regret this as soon as whatever’s fogging my mind wears off—more, I’lldespisemyself, but I can’t seem to find a single fuck to give right now.
I want him. I want him so badly ithurts.
Killian lets out a long, strained breath. “You have no idea just how stunning you are, do you, Little Bird?”
My cheeks brighten at the compliment. I don’t know what to say, so I look away.
“No, none of that bashfulness—not tonight.Look at me.” My eyes fix back on Killian at his command, in time to see him loosen his tie and strip it off. The suit jacket goes next, and then, his fingers deftly start unbuttoning his shirt. My mouth waters at every peek of gorgeous, fair skin that’s exposed. By the time he gets to the last button, I’m holding back a moan.
He swears under his breath. “I’d give you my entire fucking fortune if you keep staring at me like that.”
“There’s a lot to stare at,” I breathe, openly ogling his six-pack. He must work out every day. The ridges of his abs are so well-defined I’m pretty sure they could double as a staircase leading straight to heaven—or hell. His shoulders are even broader without the suit, and his biceps are as big as my calves.
Fuck,he’s hot. He’sdevastatinglyattractive.
“How are you not married?” I breathe.
He arches an amused eyebrow. “Are you submitting your application to be my wife already? I thought it’d take a lot more to get you so enamored.”
I’m too busy staring at him to actually contemplate his words. His hand reaches for the buckle of his belt, and something flashes through the back of my mind. Alarm or panic—some reminder that him holding a belt doesn’t end well for me. My brows furrow, and I scoot back, suddenly uncertain.
What am I doing?I’m in Killian King’sbedroom—
“None of that.” Killian releases his pants and instead opts for gripping my thighs. “I’m not going to hurt you tonight—certainly not in any way that doesn’t involve my cock splitting your pussy. But first…”
He drags me to the edge of the bed, wrenches my thighs apart, anddrops to his knees.Holyfuck, seeing him in such a subservient position, while knowing that he’s the dominant figure in the bedroom—it short-circuits something inside my brain. His hand returns to my pussy, cupping it.
“You know what Ireallywanted to do that day in my office?” he asks quietly.
I shake my head mutely. I’ve lost the power of speech.
“I wanted to sit your ass on my desk and eat your pussy until you were begging me for mercy—but I’d have none. I suspect this,” he squeezes my pussy; I gasp, “is going to become my favorite dessert. Since I only have eight weeks with it, I’m going to be indulging often. I wanted tovery badlyin my office. If you hadn’t been such a fucking brat—” he pinches my clit, and I whimper, “—I would’ve done just that, Lyra. Then I’d have fucked you until you were so filled with my cum, you had more of my DNA inside you then your own.” Two fingers spear inside me. I clamp down around them, falling to my elbows, shivering.
He pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them into his mouth. Releases a low groan of pleasure.Does he actually like the way I taste?
His gaze meets mine. “I was right.”
His head lowers between my thighs, and his tongue darts out, running over my slit and dippinginsideme. It is, without question, the most insanely erotic sensation I’ve ever felt. When his tongue darts upward to lave over my clit, I lose control of myself entirely and come—hard.The orgasm hits me out of nowhere with no build-up. Killian swears and slamsthreefingers inside me. The sting and burn isintense, but it only amps up the pleasure and prolongs my orgasm. My pussy clenches and convulses around them and I writhe on the bed, gripping the sheets so hard I’m shocked they don’t tear.
“That was fast.” Killian pulls his head back, meeting my eyes again. His lips glisten with the evidence of my arousal, and he holds my gaze as he licks them. I almost come again from the sight alone.
