“I’ve fucking tried,” There’s anger in his tone, a bite that makes me flinch, “Tried to push you away. I have told myself I cannot have you, that you can never be mine but no matter how many times I say it, how many times I repeat it, I cannot lie anymore.”
Heat pulses through me, a throbbing need only the man in front of me seems to elicit. I can’t stop it.
“So, you can go on dates,” He bites out, “But let’s be fucking real here, Tiny Dancer. You are mine. We both know it.”
His hand tugs the strap dangerously low on one side before he moves to the other.
“By the time I’m finished Savannah, you won’t even be able to think of another man. By the time I’m fucking done, you’ll feel me between your legs for fucking weeks.”
I gasp as he tugs the dress down, pulling it past my breasts and exposing me to the cool air of the house. My nipples pucker, and a moan escapes me as he places both hands on them, squeezing them almost to the point of pain.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Savannah,” He growls, “These fucking tits…” He pinches my nipple between his thumb and finger and my head thumps on the wall as my knees grow weak. I’m so wet I’m sure I’ve drenched through my panties, and an ache is spreading down my thighs.
“Kill,” I cry his name desperately.
“That’s my fucking name,” He steps closer, pressing his whole body against mine, tip of his nose against my own. His breath whispers across my lips and his hard cock pushes against my abdomen. “No one else’s, it’s mine.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” I admit, “Please.”
“I know you don’t,” He smirks before he dips his head and presses the tenderest of kisses against the corner of my lips.
“Kiss me,” I beg as he begins to pull away.
His eyes flick between mine, a war but then something snaps, and his hand ends up round my throat, pinning me harder to the wall before his mouth crashes against mine.
Holy fuck.
His tongue pushes past my lips, demanding entrance and all I can do is allow him in, his kiss is as demanding as he is. He takes without mercy, steals without thought and all I can do is hold on.
Kissing Killian is more than I ever dreamed it would be. He is everything I have wanted and more. He adjusts us until he has better access, tilting my head to sweep his tongue into my mouth. It’s sloppy and rushed, a desperation fueling every move. The fabric of his suit rubs against my bare nipples, shooting pleasure through me and a knot forms in the pit of my stomach.
He consumes me, steals my breath and my thoughts. It is just us and I am mere putty in his hands.
His hand leaves my throat only to go to my thighs and then I’m being lifted, my legs going around his waist as he grinds his cock between my legs. I whimper into his mouth which only seems to hunger him more.
There’s no tenderness here, no sweet caresses or touches, this is pure desperation. This is pent up frustration, and a rope now snapped. He tears at my dress to get it out the way, all the while his mouth stays on mine, smearing my lipstick, teeth biting and clashing and when his fingers finally get beneath my panties and he touches me, I swear I see stars. I am so fucking wet, so damn hot, I need him inside of me. Now.
And it seems Killian feels the same way.
It’s not smooth as he shoves at his own pants, freeing himself before he breaks away from my mouth and leans back, just a little, to look at me. My lipstick is on his face, his mouth swollen from our kiss.
“I don’t have a condom,” He growls out.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him, “Just fuck me.”
Fingers bite into my thighs, holding so tight I know I’ll have bruises there by tomorrow, but he can mark me and claim me, and brand me if he fucking wants. I justneedhim.
His breath saws from his lungs as he lines himself up and in one, quick, brutal thrust, he fills me entirely. He’s so fucking big, the sting of him stretching me open to fit him has me gasping but he steals that with his mouth. My back slides against the wall with each hard pump of his hips, cock hitting spots I didn’t even know could be touched. The material of my pantiesbites into my flesh where they’re tugged tightly to the side to give him access and my thighs squeeze his hips.
“Fuck,” He groans against my mouth, “I need harder, Savannah.”
All I can do is nod eagerly and hold on as he leans back a little, tightens his hands and fucks me so hard against the wall, I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors could hear us.
“Fuck, yes!” I cry, “Killian!”
My thighs are soaked with my arousal and my clit rubs against his pubic hair and just like when I dance, the crescendo builds and I know the peak will leave me breathless.
He fucks me desperately, like if he doesn’t, he’ll no longer exist. His skin slaps on mine, his thrusts rough and demanding and I’m so close to the edge, I’m almost scared to fall off it.
