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His head lowers again, and panic creeps up my throat. I’m already feeling the sensitivity from my orgasm, so I don’t think—
Oh,fuck. His tongue returns to my clit just as his fingers curve upward, hitting a spot inside me that makes me cry out and comeagain. This orgasm is stronger and prolonged, and it’s so consuming, tears leak out of my eyes, but Killian doesn’t show me mercy. He wraps his lips around my clit andsucks.
Iscream. My hands bury in his hair, pushing him away one moment and holding him in place so I can grind the next. I don’t know what I want from him, only that I can’t get enough of this sensation. It’s made all the worse by theknowingway he navigates my pussy, as if he’s been here before and understands exactly what makes me tick.
When the second orgasm fades and I quickly feel athirdsneaking up on me, I start to push him away and cry in earnest.
“Killian—please,” I whine. “Too much. No more, I can’t—” my words cut off when he lifts his head. He shakes his head slowly, just once.
“I’m not done yet.”
“Ican’ttake anymore. Not right now.Please.” He goes still at my words, cocking his head to the side.
“Tell you what,” he says after a few beats. “I’ll make you a deal. You give me access to this pussy—to use it however I want—and you get a break for now.”
I hesitate. For several outrageously long seconds, I hesitate, because a voice of reason cautions me that I’m not in my right mind, and that I shouldn’t be making decisions right now.
Killian grows impatient. “Otherwise, I’ll continue until I’ve had my fill. And, Lyra, I’vebarelygotten started.”
Fuck, I can’t take any more of his deadly mouth. “Once,” I whisper. “One time.”
“That’s not the deal—”
“One time,” I repeat, finding it inside myself to make my voice strong. “One time, whenever, however.”
“You won’t say no,” he says. Rising up. He angrily shoves his pants down, as though the material offends him. My eyes fall on his cock—thick, long,engorged, leaking precum and looking eager to be inside me. “You won’t tell me you hate me or to stop. I won’t have to fuckingdrugyou to get the real you. Agree to it.”
I swallow harshly. I don’t really have a choice, but right now, I don’t mind that as much as I should. The sight of his cock is making my pussy ache with the need to be filled. “I agree.”
“Good girl.” I shudder at the words as they fall from his lips, at the floaty sensation they inspire in my chest. I want to be his good girl. I want him to keep calling me thatforever. “Scoot that beautiful ass up my bed.”
He matches me for every inch I manage to gain, gazing down at me with darkening eyes and stark hunger. When my head hits one of his soft pillows, he grips my thigh and lifts it, wrapping it around his waist. His cock taps my clit, and my back arches.
“Beg,” he tells me. “Make it good, Lyra. Beg me for my cock. Show me what a needy cumslut you are.”
“Please.” The word falls out, unabashed and filled with desire. “Please, Killian,pleasefuck me. I want it so bad—” Icut off with a cry as he spears his full length into me, all in one go, impaling me with what feels like a foot of his cock. It burns and stings way worse than his fingers did, but it also feelsso fucking good. My nerve endings are all firing up, pleasure hormones are flooding my brain, and I’m losing my grip on reality.
Killian’s head drops down to my neck. He bites the skin there harshly, groaning when I clench around his length with a whimper. “Better than I imagined.” He pulls out until just the tip remains inside me, then slams home once again, shocking the breath out of me. My eyes fall closed as pleasure that borders on agony sweeps over my body.
Killian is not a shy lover. He fills his palms with my breasts as he fucks in and out of me, pinching and twisting my nipples. He stares down at me, jaw clenched, and gives his head a hard shake. He leans down to kiss me with such intensity, it’s like he’s trying to eat the soul out of my body.
I cry as I come a third time tonight, and he swears again, thrusting even harder. He’s like a madman right now—eyes dark, veins bulging, sweat glistening on his brow. He’s avision, like a real-life Adonis, and being the object of his attention and desire is so heady I start to lose myself.
Killian isn’t like any of the other men I’ve been with—those guys lasted five minutes, sometimes ten, but he fucks me for what feels like hours. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve orgasmed by the time he comes inside me with a roar that bounces off the walls, then collapses on top of me.He’s shivering, I realize. No, not shivering—trembling from the force of his release. I am, too.
His weight on my body makes it hard to inhale a full breath, but right now, I don’t care. The contact feels amazing. Everything about this moment is amazing.
“Don’t think we’ve finished,” Killian whispers, kissing my neck. “The aphrodisiac will last four hours. I plan to make every moment count.”
Chapter Thirteen
Killian
Lyra wakes up at around 3a.m. Wrapped in my arms, head nestled into the crook of my neck. I know the aphrodisiac’s worn off because I feel her stiffen. I feel her turn as still as a statue in my arms—I think her heart stops beating for a little while.
I feel her panic worm its way through the air and invade me, through my nose, ears, my very pores like the sweetest poison. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
I don’t open my eyes. I don’t let her know I’m awake. I’m too curious to see what she’ll do now that she’s back in her right mind. It might be too far a stretch, but part of me hopes she’ll relax again and stay.
