No more secrets.
No more lies.
“I love you,” I groan against her mouth, “I love you so fuckingmuch.”
“I know,” She whispers, “I love you too.”
“I will keep loving you,” I vow.
“Killian,” She whispers my name like it’s a plea.
“What do you need?”
“You,” She begs, “Make it go away. Make it stop hurting but please,please, don’t hurt me again.”
“Never,” I grasp her behind her thighs and lift, her legs going around my waist and her arms around my neck as she slants her mouth over mine. Her tears continue to fall but her kiss never ceases. I walk us until I feel the table and then gently lower her onto it, slotting myself between her thighs as her dress slides up her legs.
“Tell me you want this,” I demand.
“I want you,” She trembles as I push her legs further apart, watch the dress rise even more until the triangle of her lace panties comes into view.
I shiver as her words work through me and then let my hand wander up her soft thigh until I press my thumb to her clit above the lace. She jerks at the touch, her neck stretching as she tilts her head back.
“I choose you,” I rasp, working my thumb in soft circles, “I will choose you, over and over again.”
Her nails claw against the tabletop as her spine arches, “Please.” She gasps.
“I’ve fucking missed you, Tiny Dancer,” I take my thumb away only to slip my fingers in at the edge ofher underwear, finding her slick and wet and warm. “It feels like you’ve missed me too.”
“I have,” She cries as I pinch her clit between my fingers.
“I want to take my time with you,” I rasp, “But I don’t think I can.” My cock presses hard against the zipper of my pants, aching and fucking desperate.
“Then don’t,” She meets my gaze, “Don’t take your time, fuck me, now Killian.”
“Goddamn,” I groan as I rip at my pants to free myself. “Pull your panties to the side.”
She slips her hand between her legs and tugs the material out of the way for me, exposing her soft, warm center. Cock in hand, I jerk myself once before I notch the head of me inside of her, forcing her legs to widen even more to accommodate the size of me.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl, keeping myself leashed as her cunt flutters around the head of my cock.
“I’m yours,” She attempts to push at my ass to force me inside of her, but I keep steady.
“Always,” I rasp.
“Yes, fuck,” She growls, “Always.”
“Good girl,” I thrust forward, hard, hard enough her body jolts up the table and then bend myself over her, framing her face in my hands as I steal her mouth. I roll my hips slowly, purposefully, forcing frictionagainst her.
“Killian,” She whimpers.
“That’s right,” I kiss the corner of her mouth, “Say it again.”
“Killian,” She repeats, my name a prayer.
“I love you,” I say it again.
She moans into my mouth as if the words are enough, so I say it again and again. I work her through it, keeping my hips moving as I keep telling her and when she detonates beneath me, I say it again, keeping her at the peak as I climb up behind her.
