“Killian!” She cries, spine arching and I slip a little further inside. The muscles in my thighs shake but not yet, this is too beautiful to rush. There is nothing but us, nothing but the darkness beyond the window and the time here in this bubble. I pinch her nipple between my fingers, rolling it before I hinge at the waist and suck it into my mouth.
“Yes!” She moans as my tongue circles the pink bud, “Please, more.”
Fuck, I never want this to end. I’ve wanted Savannah for so long, craved her like an addict desperate for a fix and now she is in my veins, she is the reason my blood is pumping, the reason my heart no longer feels dead.
I slip deeper into her, her cunt gripping my cock, so fucking tight and hot and wet. My restraint is about to snap.
My teeth nip at her nipple and her legs come around my hips, heels of her feet pressing into my ass in an attempt to force me further inside.
“You’re so fucking big,” Nails score my back, hard enough I know there’ll be marks left behind.
“You’ll take it all, won’t you?” I flick my tongue against her nipple and look up from behind my lashes, “You’ll let me stretch open this pretty pussy, fill you up until I run down your thighs, and you’ll feel me there for a week?”
She nods eagerly, so willing to please. I drop my chin to my chest, watching where I’m buried between her legs, only half of me inside of her. Her body trembles, so ready for release. But not yet.
I pull out and slide back in slowly, repeating it a few times but never giving her all of me. Her thighs tighten on my hips, her nails digging in hard enough to draw blood as my own breath stutters from my lips.
“Fuck, Savannah,” I groan, “So damn perfect.”
The letters on her inner thigh have smeared now, no longer legible, just red streaks on her skin. I need to be closer; I want to be under her skin like she is under mine, in her soul like she is in mine, I want to be the embers of her fire, the one she seeks in the dark.
My mouth lands on hers, head tilting so I can gain access to her mouth, and she opens for me, giving me it all. Bracing myself onto my elbows, I give her one last kiss and then watch her face as I thrust forward, impaling her entirely on my cock. I capture her cry with my mouth, tasting my claiming of her on my tongue.
I keep my pace purposely slow, torturing us both with the lazy grind of my hips as my cock withdraws from her and slides back in. Her breath stutters from her, our skin slick with sweat and still, with our bodies locked together, it is not enough.
I fear it will never be enough.
“Savannah,” I rasp her name, a prayer, a plea, desperation, longing, and damn obsession spurring every move, “Savannah.”
All these long sleepless nights, every torturous minute of my past, every nightmare and bloodstain ceasing to exist.
“I’m with you,” She whispers.
I pause, lifting to gaze down into her face, her eyelids hooded, plump lips parted, and I believe her. I was such an asshole to her, I pushed her away, closed myself off, built a wall so high I thought she wouldn’t be able to scale it. But she did.
I should’ve known. There was no stopping this train.
There is no way I can let this end.
I’m going to drag us both down, leading us into an abyss we will never find our way out of. It’s too late for us, we are doomed.
Rolling my hips, I grind into her clit and thrust into her at the same time. Her muscles tense, her sigh of pleasure whispering against my lips.
“Come for me, Tiny Dancer,” I speak against her lips.
Her hips roll against me, matching my tempo as she climbs the peak again, seeking her climax and I let her use me, moving and grinding until her pace turns chaotic, her pussy tightening as her muscles convulse.
She cries out when it finally hits, the heels of her feet digging into my ass to hold me inside of her as shespends herself, soaking my cock with her orgasm. I chase my own as she twitches and clenches, pleasure zapping down my spine as my balls draw up tight.
“Fuckkk,” I groan, thrusting harder until it hits me, my climax stalling my hips as my dick jerks inside of her, filling her.
Spent, sweaty and sated, I tuck my face into the curve between her neck and shoulder, attempting to steady my breath as her fingers whisper against my back. Eventually I have to roll off and Savannah gets up, wrapping a towel around herself as she disappears out the door and into the bathroom.
For a few minutes, I lay there staring at the ceiling wondering how the fuck I feel.
There should be guilt. Regret.
But there isn’t. Not a single part of me regrets finally caving into my desire for her but I know I should. When she returns, she slips the towel off and climbs back onto the mattress, tucking herself into my side.
