“Hmm?” he mumbles against my ear as he tugs the lobe between his teeth.
“More,” I beg.
“You want this?” he asks, grinding his cock against me once more.
“Yes,” I moan, my back arching.
“You want my cock, Angel?” his voice is dark, dangerous. It drips with hunger.
“God, yes.”
“What is your name?”
If I wasn’t so turned on right now, the left field question would throw me off, but I can’t concentrate on anything but the feeling of his big, sinewy body against mine. “Daisy Bennett.”
Killian growls, biting my neck just below my ear and causing me to gasp. “Wrong answer. What is your name?”
A lightbulb goes off inside of my head as I realise what he’s doing, what he wants to hear.
With a hard swallow, I lick my lips and whisper, “Daisy Ashby.”
“Hmm,” he hums in approval. “And who do you belong to?”
His fingers travel from my jaw, down the front of my chest and across my left breast, his thumb circling my nipple through the fabric of my t-shirt.
He freezes.
“What’s this?” Killian’s eyes find mine. The dark, menacing look in them causes goosebumps to prickle my skin, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and the pulse between my legs grows stronger, faster.
I bite my lip, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head as he rolls my shirt up, freeing my breasts and revealing the small, silver barbells decorating my nipples.
“You got them pierced?” His gaze is molten as it moves from my tits to my face and back again.
I send a quick thank you to my past self for making the impulsive decision to get them pierced.
Killian wraps his warm lips around the sensitive bud, his tongue teasing the cool metal and a long groan escapes me.
“Who do you belong to, Daisy?”
“Y-you,” I gasp out as he switches to the other nipple.
“That’s right. You.” He pinches the hard nub. “Belong.” He grinds his hips against me. “To me.” He releases my hands, lifts me up by my thighs and crashes his mouth against mine.
CHAPTER 33
KILLIAN
I’m out of control.
I’m having an out of body experience.
I’m going to ruin all other men for her.
I’m going to ruinherfor all other men.
I plan to take my time with her. I want to reacquaint myself with every single inch of her body. By the time the sun rises, my touch will be burned into her – mind, body and soul.
I kick the door to my bedroom open with more force than necessary, causing the wood to bounce back against the wall, but I don’t tear my lips away from Daisy’s.
